[ For all that's complicated between them, kissing Laurent is simple. Damen does not need to parse words, or pick his way between each barb the prince erects defensively around himself. Here, there are only physical and emotional walls— not things to be torn down, but to be breached through honesty. As a true Akielon, this is not something Damen has difficulty with.
He opens his mouth without demand, wets Laurent's lips just enough to give him permission and coax in equal pars. Laurent's fingers on his biceps are both anchors and moats, and Damen brings both hands up to cradle his high born jawline.
A kingdom, or this. Damen is no longer sure he can choose between them both. ]
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He opens his mouth without demand, wets Laurent's lips just enough to give him permission and coax in equal pars. Laurent's fingers on his biceps are both anchors and moats, and Damen brings both hands up to cradle his high born jawline.
A kingdom, or this.
Damen is no longer sure he can choose between them both. ]