Laurent felt just as smitten. He took a moment to admire the sight of Gansey lounging beneath him, cheeks flushed and lips wet. "The feeling is mutual."

Leaning forward, Laurent rested his arms against Gansey's chest, only smirking slightly at the bulge he felt in Gansey's trousers. Watching him from close up, Laurent traced the lines of Gansey's face with a gentle fingertip, tracing brow, then nose, then the beautiful curve of his lips.

"I'd like to mark your throat, like you mentioned before," Laurent said, grinning impishly. "May I?"