'Yes,' Laurent agreed, 'A good deal more. But as I said, our moments were few.' They did not seem to be now, and Laurent took his time, his eyes drifting to Damen's face. He could feel Damen continue to touch him, the journey of his hand longer now, but as he made no move to grab him, Laurent did not resist.
He raised his hand, dragging the backs of his knuckles against Damen's cheek before he cupped it, grazing the flat of his cheekbone with his thumb. 'I've not spent in your mouth,' he offered, thinking on what lovers must do. 'Nor been inside you. I've not bathed with you save for that very first time that ended so poorly.' He traced the dark line of Damen's brow, first one, and then the other. 'I've not studied your face with the leisure I prefer.'
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Date: 2016-09-11 03:48 am (UTC)He raised his hand, dragging the backs of his knuckles against Damen's cheek before he cupped it, grazing the flat of his cheekbone with his thumb. 'I've not spent in your mouth,' he offered, thinking on what lovers must do. 'Nor been inside you. I've not bathed with you save for that very first time that ended so poorly.' He traced the dark line of Damen's brow, first one, and then the other. 'I've not studied your face with the leisure I prefer.'