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This will be happily ever after...

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"Tears of laughter?" Laurent asked. "You might not have to wait that long."

His breaths came quicker, sharper, jagged on the exhale as Damen unraveled his clothing. He wasn't sure what Damen had in mind, but he didn't want to question it for fear of their tentative peace dissolving yet again.

"How copious of me," Laurent responded, wondering if Damen's skill was anywhere near the level that his recounting of their fictional night would suggest.

Groaning softly as Damen's hand slid under his clothing, Laurent reached for him, winding his arms around Damen's neck and pulling him in for a kiss. There was no need to hold back, especially after their night together had been lost. Laurent's feelings for his new husband were deepening quickly, and he wanted.

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Laurent softened a degree further, accepting that Damen forgave him for their misunderstanding, and that Damen was willing to try and trust him. His body trembled once, intimidated by Damen's physical presence and scared of emotional intimacy. "We should sleep," he murmured, by way of providing an excuse for himself. He had some idea of what Damen's sexual appetites were like, and didn't want to risk the renewed quarrel between them that a refusal might bring.

Damen breathed out in relief, feeling Laurent relax against him rather than pull away from his touch. He knew not everything was solved between them - they still had a lot more to work on - but it was enough for tonight. Even Laurent trembling a little didn't strike him as an ominous sign.

"I know," he said softly, more to the meaning behind the excuse than the bare statement. His fingertips strummed down Laurent's back beneath the blanket, over his bedclothes. He would love to have Laurent again, or simply touch him, kiss him, twine with him, any sort of physical intimacy. But everything was too new and raw. They already knew how fraught the prospect of sex was for them. They didn't need to throw it into the mix tonight.

He gathered Laurent against his bare chest with a careful affection. Damen's face nuzzled against his husband's forehead. "What chances would you say I had, if I asked for a kiss right now?"

"Not bad, since you're asking," Laurent murmured, smiling fondly because it was a request, and Damen seemed to be starting to understand that Laurent's affection was a rare gift, not a right. Not something Damen could expect as a matter of course. He didn't give the kiss, since Damen hadn't actually asked, had only hinted, but the slight teasing affection between them was a welcome balm. He curled his hand over Damen's shoulder, ever so slightly possessive and clingy.

He was starting to understand. Laurent was unlike any other lover Damen had ever pursued. It was such a careful dance, but the burst of fierce delight that even that subtle touch clasping at his shoulder evoked was a reminder of how worthwhile it was. Damen knew he was besotted to a dangerous degree, given how little he knew of how Laurent felt towards him. But...this was a start.

He touched Laurent's chin and tipped it up towards his face. "May I kiss you, fair prince?"

Laurent smiled, because he couldn't resist that careful request and the fond sobriquet. Whenever Damen was gentle and careful with him, it made Laurent want to melt.

"Yes," Laurent said, and then playfully tilted his head when Damen leaned in to claim it, kissing Damen's cheek instead, and then dipping to kiss Damen's chin, all temptation and challenge.

Damen was smiling too, and then he laughed, for Laurent's lips eluded him and the chase made him all the more eager for them. He felt Laurent's soft skin against his lips, and kissed wherever they touched, but he let his husband dance around what he knew Damen really wanted. Playful Laurent was a most hopeful sign.

And when they had kissed everywhere but the intended target, Damen nuzzled and found the corner of Laurent's mouth. "Your lips, princeling." And his big hand was cupping Laurent's face, tilting him the way Damen wanted him, spreading warmth wherever he touched. In the next breath, their mouths were on each other's, and breath shared, lips parting, and Damen made a low poignant sound there, etched with need.

Laurent yielded to it, surrendering the kiss to Damen as fairly won. He kept it soft, chaste, heart pounding with nerves that Damen would think it an invitation to more, would feel that he had a right to expect more.

Laurent wanted, but his nerves and doubts were too strong after the day they'd had, and giving himself to Damen had been difficult enough before. Laurent could still feel the strain of it in his muscles.

One day, he thought--he hoped--it would be easy. This affection between them. Their shared desire.

Feeling Laurent's mouth melt against his relieved much of the tension of the day for Damen. The man nestled against him, on the other hand, only became more taut in his arms, like he was preparing to resist something.

It was harder than Damen wanted to admit, to pull himself away from the pleasures of Laurent's mouth and of his body, and to deny his own fervent need for him. And yet, he did. Slowly, he disentangled themselves from the kiss and and exhaled, his control back in place. It was a wordless, deliberate gesture. He would not pursue more, not tonight. He knew that Laurent needed time, that they needed time.

But it took all Damen's strength to let go, and it left him tortuously hard. It was going to be a difficult night, he knew, lying beside this man and wanting him and knowing he couldn't, not yet. It was for Laurent's sake that he let distance fall between them now, though he did not take his arm away from a loose hold around Laurent's waist, not unless his husband seemed to wish it removed. "Thank you," Damen said, quiet, almost formal.

Laurent turned in his arms, putting his back to Damen, though he kept Damen's arm around his waist, and tugged it a little closer so that Damen would know that the embrace was welcome.

"Go to sleep, Damen," he murmured, back to calling his husband by name rather than by title. He knew there would be another array of conflicts between them to face in the morning, and wanted desperately to sleep peacefully in Damen's arms before everything fell apart again.

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.

Laurent woke to the feeling of being rocked. Disoriented, it took him a moment to realize where he was and what was happening, and then he sighed, elbowing at Damen to wake him.

"Wake up, you brute," Laurent grumbled at him, squirming in Damen's arms so that he could turn halfway and scowl at his sex-obsessed husband.

The sharp poke of an elbow broke through the pleasant haze of sleep and stimulation. Damen blinked, and heard Laurent's voice distantly as a lithe body squirmed against him. Damen groaned. He hadn't realized...he'd just been...and he was still...

"Sorry," he muttered, sleep-hoarse, letting his lower body ease away and his arms loosen. "I must have been dreaming. Don't worry, I won't..." He rolled over onto his back, his cheeks hot, his groin aching. "You can sleep undisturbed now." It was a unique feeling for Damen, the embarrassment of unwanted and unconscious advances on a lover. He was glad for the darkness to cover his confusion.

Nestling against Damen's side, Laurent rested his head on Damen's shoulder and reached over him to find Damen's hand, guiding it down to the over-eager member. "I trust you at least know how to cater to yourself?" he asked, not going to be very surprised if Damen had never in his life gone without an eager bed partner ready to take care of such concerns. Either way he wasn't incliend to help.

The weight of Laurent's head on his shoulder was a terribly pleasant one. Damen took Laurent's hand gladly, only to find his own directed to his offending extremity. In the darkness, he snorted at the question. "Do you think I'm in need of instruction?" Laurent wasn't so very far wrong about how little Damen had ever needed to take care of himself. Still, it wasn't like he didn't know how.

"Probably," Laurent said, and laughed, though it wasn't a cruel laugh. "Slowly," he instructed, fingertips straying sleepily over Damen's chest and stopping to pluck at a nipple. "Keep your touch light."

He wasn't about to participate, but commanding Damen on this topic sounded fully enjoyable.

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.

"If you'd rather I roll over and pretend to ignore you..."

Laurent smiled, continuing to gently torment the nipple beneath his fingers. "Let your hand dip lower. Lower. Teasing that thicket of dark curls. Bumping against that fragile sac of your testes. And hold--" Laurent's hand stilled by example. "Hold there, just at the base. Press a finger just there, just above that spot where the hardness of you yields."

"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.

Laurent widened his eyes innocently. "Let me know if you find anything."

He let Damen stew over that for a moment, vibrating his finger against Damen's nipple with a little smirk, and then switching to light, idle torment of the other one, as he continued dictating Damen's actions, with the goal of being as maddening as possible.

His commands grew slower and slower as he continued, hand stilling against Damen's chest, and between one command and the next he slipped into sleep, relaxing pliantly against Damen's side.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were leading me up to something." Damen was steeling himself for Laurent to tell him to go lower, to trail his fingers over his balls and find the warmth beneath, to rub his perineum and then the valley even further back, tease at his hole...

Instead? Laurent fell asleep.

Damen could have howled. Quietly, he growled and gritted his teeth and tried to continue on his own. Really, he did his best. It just didn't do any good. He was hard, he was desperate to get off, but every time he thought he was getting close, he felt Laurent breathing quietly beside him, and something in his chest caught with a want that was not lust, and he lost it.

Eventually, Damen just gave up the cause as lost. He, too, slipped into sleep, fitful and frustrated but keeping himself still by sheer force of will, so that he wouldn't wake his exhausted husband.

In the morning, there were soft lips pressed to Laurent's hair, and a hand cradling his shoulder, as Damen slumbered on beside him.

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