"You could try to sleep through it," Damen said doubtfully. "This is more entertaining, I think."

Laurent was already having too much fun with this. Torment was a good word for what he was doing to Damen's nipple. Already the sensations were worming down his torso and burying happily between his legs. With a sigh, Damen moved his hand lower, and the rustle of silk turned to the coarser scratch of hair as he slid his fingers over his base, over the thickness of his balls, finding the spot Laurent described. Delicately, he rubbed a finger into the juncture of root and sac.

"Am I looking for something?" Damen's voice was wry but not unaffected.