A flicker of a wince across Laurent's brow had Damen grinning wider, pleased with himself despite Laurent's words. This was a tease, a game Damen was all too happy to play, though it seemed to be turning quickly into something else. Something with a far more delicious purpose.

He followed Laurent's glance to the mirrored wall, noted the picture they made already with Laurent straddling Damen's legs, the breath of his thin frame nearly dwarfed by Damen's hands, the stretch of pale white skin where his shirt was held by Damen's wrists. Even this much was breathtaking and Damen felt a familiar stir between his thighs, his earlier teasing swiftly becoming an unavoidable truth.

Wasting no time, Damen urged Laurent's arms above his head, tugging the shirt free and letting it fall to the ground before curling his hands around Laurent's waist and guiding him to stand. While Damen occasionally and surprisingly somehow found himself missing the infuriating laces of Laurent's Veretian clothing, he was glad for their absence now, his fingers making quick work of the button and zip of Laurent's trousers and he tipped his head up to catch Laurent's eyes as he dragged the fabric down Laurent's thighs. 'It is nearly show enough just to look at you,' he said, leaving Laurent's pants bunched at his knees as he slid his hands up those strong, pale thighs.