Damen's huff sounded more amused than insulted. He bumped at Laurent's forehead with his chin. "Easy for you to say," but his breath caught as the wandering fingers found a nipple. He was sensitive there, for all that the muscle around it was wall-solid.

He did as Laurent suggested. His hand beneath the chiton, he let his fingers curl only lightly around himself, rather than in the deathgrip he was used to when he did have need to indulge. "Am I reduced to wooing myself now?" The sheet rustled delicately, and rather enjoyably, against his skin with the light brush Damen allowed himself.