Damen held him as close as physically possible just then, pressed against the shaking body beneath him, beyond any words but the expressive groans of pleasure as Laurent gripped him and came for him. The fierce joy of it exceeded anything he'd felt before, to know that his husband was brought to such pleasure by the union of their bodies; it spilled over into Damen, until he was only a few seconds behind Laurent.

And then there really was no comparison to the ecstasy he felt in the total release of himself into and throughout Laurent. White-hot euphoria held him its grip, and he shared it without holding back. There was a rasp in Laurent's ear that might have been something like the Akielon word for love, in that moment before Damen collapsed against him.

Only for a moment, though, hesitant of crushing his lover under his weight, and next moment Damen shifted to one arm and turned to claim Laurent's lips, still buried within him. There were still no words, just an overflow of feeling that sang in his kiss.