Laurent felt similarly. He didn't want to move anywhere. Holding Gansey while his betrothed played with his hair was soothing, and he felt safe and protected. There was no hurry at all, so he simply hugged Gansey, occasionally making soft little sighs or whimpers of pleasure as Gansey petted him.

After some unknown length of time, Laurent started to get a crick in his side from the way he was sitting on the hard stone stairs. Sitting up, he shifted so that he was sitting on the step just below Gansey, hooking his arms loosely around Gansey's waist.

"You might still find yourself jealous. People are often going to fixate upon me. They always have. And if it suits me politically, I may encourage it. But I will be loyal to you, and you may be assured that if anyone is touching me, it is without my consent."

He nuzzled very lightly at Gansey's throat, soothed by the solid warmth of him. "I will have you or no one. My prince."

Laurent's arms tightened around Gansey's waist, hugging tight to him, grateful that Gansey seemed to like and encourage contact between them. Laurent never wanted to let go.