[ Damen feels himself blush at the suggestion, less embarrassed and more a slow sweep of pleasure. Since Marlas, Laurent has done nothing but use their intimacy as some kind of defense, a weapon against allowing Damen to come close to him in even the most remote sense. He doesn't look at Laurent's carefully contained hands because he's caught by the edges of his mouth and the molten blue of his eyes.
Not for the first time, the rushing urge to kiss him ebbs and flows under Damen's skin. He misses that easiness, the camaraderie, the softness he'd seen on Laurent's face— a side of him nobody else was privy to. It's strange, trying to navigate this space that is neither cruelly defensive nor the comfort of spending late evenings together in deep discussion. ]
Probably [ He offers, ] they expected that to do more with my own talent than yours.
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Not for the first time, the rushing urge to kiss him ebbs and flows under Damen's skin. He misses that easiness, the camaraderie, the softness he'd seen on Laurent's face— a side of him nobody else was privy to. It's strange, trying to navigate this space that is neither cruelly defensive nor the comfort of spending late evenings together in deep discussion. ]
Probably [ He offers, ] they expected that to do more with my own talent than yours.