Damen's huge hands framed his hips, and Laurent allowed himself to indulge in the very recent memory of those same hands guiding him up and down again, ensuring that every thrust of Damen's cock found home in the most pleasurable manner possible. His pale cheeks darkened, his pale eyes following suit, but Laurent did not stray from his course of action.

He smiled, enjoying Damen's suspense. 'I think that I won't,' he decided, 'Though I imagine you will arrive at the correct answer quickly enough. Shall I continue delaying?' he asked as he shifted, moving down Damen's body until he could lie between his thighs. Laurent licked his lips to wet them, allowing his oft repressed lower lip to spring to fullness. 'Or shall I get on with it?'