Kels

NSFW

“That’s it, sweetheart. Let me hear you.”

Damen reaches up, tucking a lock of hair behind Laurent’s ear as he moves above him, panting with exertion and the force of his own reticence.

“I can’t,” Laurent breathes out, a mournful sigh following. Damen reaches behind him, rubbing circles on the base of his spine.

“You can, Laurent. You can. It’s supposed to feel good.” It’s supposed to be like this. Please let yourself have this.

Laurent’s cock rubs across his stomach, a wet streak left as he rocks back and forth on Damen. Damen reaches a hand up to tweak his nipple as he wills him to see the depth of his adoration, filling the abyss that had been carved by betrayal and duplicity.

“Let go, sweetheart,” he orders softly, and Laurent whimpers and stills above him, squeezing around him as he comes.

This was how it should have always been for him. If Laurent would let him, he’d ensure that it would never feel any other way again.

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I’ve been staring at my WIP, struggling to find a Damen voice, and so I figured I’d try to write a micro from his POV. And then this happened 🙃

In conclusion:

cw: vague CSA allusions

“Again.”

“Your Highness, I—”

“Again, Jord. Don’t make me call Lazar.”

“What is this, Your Highness?”

“Training.”

“… Training.” Not a question.

“If I flinch every time, what does that tell him?”

Jord heaves a protective sigh, almost painfully reminiscent of Auguste. “Fine.” He places a hand on the bare skin of Laurent’s shoulder. Slides it up to the back of his neck.

modern AU, brother’s best friend

“You’re good with him.”

Vaulting himself out of the pool, Damen shakes out his hair. Laurent pretends to be disgusted. “He told me to fuck off,” says Damen slowly.

“Your point?”

“In English and in French!” Damen emphasizes, and Laurent tries to suppress his laughter.

“Damianos, I’m fairly certain that Nicaise’s first words were ‘fuck off’,” he says, tilting his head as he looks at his brother’s best friend. He has almost a halo from the glow of the afternoon sun behind his head. “Why are you trying so hard with him?”

“By playing chicken?”

“In general. You came to the villa to hang out with Auguste.”

Damen regards him then, something almost heated in his eyes as his gaze pins Laurent.

“Did I?” he asks, his mouth turned up in a faint grin now as he winks and then walks off towards the house.

God fucking damnit.

“Put the slut eyes away, Laurent!”

Chucking his sunglasses unthinkingly at the head of brown curls poking through the pool’s surface, he throws himself back on the recliner in a way that even he considers dramatic.

“Hey, Laurent! I’m learning Greek, in honor of your new boyfriend! Wanna hear what I’ve got so far?”

Tone flat. “I’m glued to my seat, Nic.”

His nephew says a few words that Laurent’s almost certain amount to ‘fuck off’ and Nicaise drops his newly wet towel on Laurent’s chest.

“God, you’re a pain.”

“I think you’d be in pain if you got Damen to fuck you in the—”

“I sincerely hope,” he says, cutting off the vulgar ramblings of the fourteen-year-old demon, “that Auguste is better about using protection nowadays.”

Nicaise’s face twists into a sneer before he stalks off, the sound of his feet slapping against the stone ground fading and leaving Laurent in silence.

He closes his eyes, definitely not thinking of what it would feel like to drape himself over sun-warmed skin, and to feel hard planes of muscle under him.

If Damen invades his subconscious while he naps, well, he can hardly be blamed for it.