Prince Of Stone - A Captive Prince Fanfiction

XV. Let Loose Desire

"You're mine," Laurent repeated. "Say it."

Instead, Damen said, "Kiss me."

Laurent pressed Damen's wrists into the mattress. Damen let him. Laurent said, "Hands on the sheets and not on me. Can I trust you to keep them here, or do I have to hold you down?"

Damen couldn't resist smirking he gave his wrists an experimental tug. Laurent was surprisingly strong, but still not a match for Damen's wrestler strength. He could easily slip from Laurent's wrist hold, but for the moment he was enjoying the sensation of Laurent above him.

Laurent held his gaze as he reached down, fingers stroking a line from Damen's chest down to his stomach. Laurent flicked his eyes downward, to where the waistband of Damen's pants begun. "Get rid of them," he ordered, carelessly.

Damen was only half-aware of his surroundings as he slid out of his pants, and then he was fully unclothed, naked on the bed beneath Laurent.

And then Laurent's hand closed around the head of Damen's cock, softly thumbing the head of it. Damen couldn't restrain his response, back arching as he thrusted into the heat of Laurent's palm.

But he knew he couldn't let it happen, not like this. Not with Laurent half in his lap, looking at him like that, but with his jaw tense and eyes hard.

"Wait," Damen managed to gasp out, pushing past his body's protests as Laurent's hand stilled. "Wait. Not like this. Let me touch you first."

Laurent's unguarded look of surprise flashed across his face so quickly Damen wouldn't have noticed if he hadn't learned to read Laurent's movements like the tells of a wrestling opponent.

Laurent hadn't expected reciprocity, hadn't expected anything at all. At the same time, Damen knew Laurent never did anything without some ulterior motive, and it gave him pause as he wondered what it was.

Damen lifted his fingers to Laurent's shirt and began undoing the buttons, stunned all the while that Laurent was letting him. Once the last button had come undone, and the shirt had slipped down off Laurent's shoulder, Damen paused. Both of them were breathing unsteadily.

Damen ran a finger carefully over Laurent's collarbone, watching his face. "Is this okay?"

Laurent shuddered in response to Damen's light touch, his eyes fluttering closed. He breathed, "Yes."

Damen helped Laurent slip out of his shirt, casting it to one side. He trailed his eyes over Laurent's body, fair skin and light golden hair. His gaze caught on Laurent's left hip, where a small sixteen-pointed star adorned the slender dip of his pelvis.

"I thought you said you didn't have tattoos," Damen said.

"I said, 'you'll just have to find out'." There was a playful, almost cocky edge to Laurent's voice now, and Damen had the sudden urge to know what he would sound like lost in pleasure.

Slowly, so Laurent would know his intent, Damen lowered himself until he was level with Laurent's hips, Laurent splayed out beneath him. He dipped his head, pressing a soft kiss to the star tattoo.

Laurent let out a soft cry of surprise, then brought his hand up to cover his mouth.

Damen grasped his arm, pinning it into the mattress. "No," he murmured, voice low. "Let me hear you."

Laurent rolled his eyes. "Of course now of all times, you want me to be vocal. I--"

He broke off, hips bucking as Damen flicked his tongue over the inside of his thigh. He brushed his lips over the tip of Laurent's cock, light and lingering for a moment before closing his mouth over the head.

Laurent writhed on the bed beneath him, his previous tension seemingly forgotten. With each swirl of Damen's tongue, he let out a soft gasp, hands fisted in the white sheets. The slower his caresses, Damen noted, the greater reaction he seemed to get, until Laurent was moaning softly, helplessly, his head turned to one side.

Damen didn't stop until he felt Laurent jerk beneath him and tasted the salty spill of his desire as Laurent cried, "Damen."

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When he awoke, the bed was empty.

Damen rose, noticing as he did that Laurent's shirt was missing from where it had been thrown on the floor the previous night. His limbs were heavy with pleasure and sleep, and it was with mounting foreboding that the memories of the previous day crept into his mind.

Nicaise was missing.

The Regent had demanded that Laurent return to him.

And Laurent--

Damen glanced to the door of the hotel room. Laurent's coat was gone, his neatly arranged shoes missing from their place on the carpet.

A leaden feeling settled in the pit of his stomach.

Just then, a ringtone began to sound on the other side of the room. Damen crossed to the bedside table to find Laurent's phone placed there, facedown. He lifted it, the screen alighting to show an incoming call.

It was from Nicaise.