Laurent's fingers were cool as they grazed the skin of Damen's lower belly and he sucked in a breath, lips twitching into a wider grin as he held still, still smoothing his own hands over the fabric of Laurent's shirt, feeling the warmth of him just beneath.

'Satisfying,' he echoed with a grin before his mouth dropped open on a silent groan as Laurent's warming fingers took him in hand. Instinctively, he rocked his hips forward, eyes dark where they remained locked on Laurent's as he considered the question. A laugh rolled through him, low and aching as he slid one hand up Laurent's chest and over his shoulder to nudge off at least one layer though it would mean Laurent releasing him, if only for a moment. 'At least twice. Unless you intend to draw it out.'