Though it was as he'd suspected, Damen was still stunned by the reality of it, of Laurent knelt between his spread legs, submissive and wholly in control both at once. His eyes were dark. Focused. But there was no anger in his expression, no rigid determination as he parted his lips around the tip of Damen's cock. Damen sucked in a breath at the sensation, clamped down on the desire to lift his hips and plunge into the full warmth of Laurent's mouth. His stomach tightened with the effort as Laurent sank lower little by little until, finally, Damen could only drop his head backward against the floor and shudder in a breath, overwhelmed.
'Fuck,' he grunted on an exhale before lifting his head again. He propped himself back up onto an elbow, reaching down this his other hand to lightly card his fingers through Laurent's golden hair. 'Fuck, Laurent.'
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Date: 2018-02-22 05:56 pm (UTC)'Fuck,' he grunted on an exhale before lifting his head again. He propped himself back up onto an elbow, reaching down this his other hand to lightly card his fingers through Laurent's golden hair. 'Fuck, Laurent.'