From his vantage Laurent could see every bunch and flex of Damen's absurd thighs as he shifted closer. His heartbeat accelerated. It had not been easy in Nesson, curled so close together. The prickling heat Laurent had felt at the time had given him no quarter, and neither had Damen, remarking that Laurent spoke more when he was uncomfortable.
He was not uncomfortable now, but Laurent was a touch overwhelmed. He opened his mouth, nearly closing it again when he realized what must come next. 'That was a bench,' he said, using the space after those words to breathe. It was only chocolate from Damen's fingers. It wasn't fucking.
'You're not flexible enough to straddle an entire chaise,' he added in the tones of one who would know, and closed his lips around the ends of Damen's fingers.
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Date: 2016-09-09 03:53 am (UTC)He was not uncomfortable now, but Laurent was a touch overwhelmed. He opened his mouth, nearly closing it again when he realized what must come next. 'That was a bench,' he said, using the space after those words to breathe. It was only chocolate from Damen's fingers. It wasn't fucking.
'You're not flexible enough to straddle an entire chaise,' he added in the tones of one who would know, and closed his lips around the ends of Damen's fingers.