Sighing, Damen rose, drew the covers into his arms, and padded over to where the slight figure was curled in on himself. He draped the blanket over his husband without a word, then lowered himself onto his side a chaste distance from him on the rug. It was far from the worst he'd ever slept on. The air had never been more chilly, though.
"The bed's more comfortable," Damen commented mildly. With anybody else, he'd be stroking their shoulder, their hair. With Laurent, he was offering comfort (or attempting to) by respecting his physical boundaries. That, at least, Damen was learning.
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Sighing, Damen rose, drew the covers into his arms, and padded over to where the slight figure was curled in on himself. He draped the blanket over his husband without a word, then lowered himself onto his side a chaste distance from him on the rug. It was far from the worst he'd ever slept on. The air had never been more chilly, though.
"The bed's more comfortable," Damen commented mildly. With anybody else, he'd be stroking their shoulder, their hair. With Laurent, he was offering comfort (or attempting to) by respecting his physical boundaries. That, at least, Damen was learning.