Sleep. It was the wise course, and Damen was simply grateful that Laurent let himself be touched and held tonight. There was something painfully good about the way Laurent's back curled into his protective embrace. Damen was careful not to press close, not to push even the suggestion of his desire upon his husband. Laurent probably knew anyways. Damen's body was more taut than before, like when he held himself back in some way. It took a good deal of focus to do so now.

Sleep would be a long time in coming for Damen. He tucked his arm around Laurent and felt the rise and fall of his ribs and belly against the bulwarks of Damen's forearm and chest. His lips touched Laurent's hair. He thought a great deal in the dark - about what tomorrow would hold, about sating his hunger for Laurent's attentions while he could, because tomorrow they would not be for him - but eventually, sleep overtook even him and he relaxed against Laurent's back.

Perhaps a few hours later, deeply unconscious, he was pressed closer, close enough to feel the warmth of Laurent's bottom against the rigid shape of his erection. Damen's hips ground artlessly there. His chiton was rucked up around his thighs, and heat seemed to seep through cloth between them. Damen's breathing was heavier but still in that rhythmical succession that suggested he was fully asleep still, and no doubt dreaming of a very shapely ass indeed.