Laurent tensed in surprised pleasure, whole body arching forward into Damen's fist before he mastered himself and forced his hands into a steady grip on Damen's shoulders. As ever, he had estimated his body's reaction to Damen, and as ever, Damen had thrown all his calculations to the wind.

'No,' he said, pleased to find his voice still steady, 'Not if you wish this to last.' Laurent looked down, for a moment almost undone by the obscene slide of himself through Damen's fist, but then his eyes found Damen's other hand. 'Prepare me,' he said, his voice just softened enough by pleasure that it was an entreaty and not an order. 'I want you to watch yourself enter me.'