'Maybe one day we should test that,' he replied because, even if an exaggeration, Damen would take full advantage of the opportunity to stare at Laurent without obstruction, to look his fill. The only difficulty would be in keeping himself from touching.

For now, however, he let himself be urged upward, led only with a hand curled around his chin. Though the tone was different, the ease of Laurent's order nevertheless reminded Damen of the months he'd spent in bonds. It shouldn't have sent such a surge of heat down his spine, but he couldn't deny the feeling as he instantly dropped his hands to the button of string of his shorts, tugging them loose with a single tug and dropping them to the floor.

In one motion, he was bare and, still following Laurent's instruction, he sat upon the seat of the machine, curled a hand around Laurent's hip to draw him close once more. 'Today, however, I'd rather touch you.'