It was exactly the response Damen might have predicted from Laurent and yet it still surprised him, eliciting a quick breath of a laugh and an echoed, 'Perhaps,' of his own in reply.
Laurent stayed well clear of Damen as he brought the chocolate back into the front room, but Damen made no move to return to the couch, only stood where he was, watching curiously. And considering. He couldn't say he'd never thought of bedding Laurent before, hadn't thought of a dozen ways he'd like to touch Laurent if given the chance, impossible an idea as it had been. But that wasn't the question at the moment. This was much more than a single night of fucking.
'Want is not the question,' he stated then as he stood at the foot of the couch. He cocked his head, let a small, almost hopeful smile curve his lips. 'What if I were to court you?'
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Date: 2016-09-07 04:08 am (UTC)Laurent stayed well clear of Damen as he brought the chocolate back into the front room, but Damen made no move to return to the couch, only stood where he was, watching curiously. And considering. He couldn't say he'd never thought of bedding Laurent before, hadn't thought of a dozen ways he'd like to touch Laurent if given the chance, impossible an idea as it had been. But that wasn't the question at the moment. This was much more than a single night of fucking.
'Want is not the question,' he stated then as he stood at the foot of the couch. He cocked his head, let a small, almost hopeful smile curve his lips. 'What if I were to court you?'