In truth, Damen enjoyed being an active participant, enjoyed bringing his lovers to hours of pleasure. But Laurent was different and had been from the first moment they'd touched.

Laurent touched him now, a span of his hand against Damen's thigh and Damen pulled in a breath at the feel of it as he carefully tugged the bottom of Laurent's shirt free of his trousers and slipped beneath to find skin with his fingertips.

'What is it you'd want to see?' he asked, sliding his hand higher along Laurent's bare, warm side.