Damen pulled his fingers free, and Laurent could only watch as he brought them to his own mouth to lick each one clean. Laurent's mouth was dry despite the chocolate. He felt it, the ache he had long been pushing away, pushing down, burying beneath a mountain of other concerns, but this close to Damen there was no denying it. He knew precisely how Damen's hand fit at his side, where the skin of his throat was most sensitive. His fingers itched with the urge to touch him.
Laurent shook his head. 'Sugar in excess makes my heart race,' he said. 'A nut perhaps. Cheese. You decide.'
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Date: 2016-09-09 05:02 am (UTC)Laurent shook his head. 'Sugar in excess makes my heart race,' he said. 'A nut perhaps. Cheese. You decide.'