Laurent moved like water, sliding down Damen's body with a fluid, mesmerizing grace. Damen watched, ignoring the pang of disappointment in his gut when he could no longer reach Laurent with his greedy hands.

'I would prefer you get on with it,' he admitted with a faint grin, bumping one leg gently against Laurent's side as his gaze dropped to the plump of Laurent's wet bottom lip. Patience was never one of Damen's strengths and never was that more true than when he had Laurent naked before him.

He had an idea of what Laurent might have in mind and his stomach tightened deliciously at the mere idea. He remained quiet, however, and still. Willing to follow wherever Laurent might lead.