#laurenr x damen

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Tattoo Shop AU - Part 8

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Damen couldn‘t really say when the last time had been that he had been looking forward to a date quite that much. Probably never. After their first date, he had become just more sure that he wanted Laurent with a burning passion that surprised even him. He wanted to hold hands, kiss his cheek, bring him coffee, hold him close and all the other sappy shit he could think of, preferably for a very long time to come. It was surprising because Damen usually wasn‘t someone to be very excited about dates or relationships in general. He was, according to Nik, a slut— and there was really no argument Ddamen could have come up with to refute that assessment. He liked to have fun, he liked sex, he liked other people, however, he wasn‘t very good at committing to someone. Usually.

With his second date with Laurent in sight, he was almost unbearable, at least if one asked Nik, apparently, he behaved like a teenager with his first crush. Damen didn‘t mind if it meant he got to go on a lot more dates with Laurent.

Laurent didn’t disappoint. He was just as intriguing, funny and wip-fast as always and Damen felt his knees go weak when the other man smiled at him, a sharp, little thing, as if the blond man knew exactly what Damen was thinking when they were leaving. It wouldn’t have surprised him if Laurent, indeed, did know about the thoughts flitting through his head.

They returned to Laurent‘s apartment and the blond offered Damen a drink, who was very grateful because he needed something to do with his hands that was not touching Laurent.

“Now, let‘s see what you‘re hiding, Damianos. I‘m waiting,“ Laurent drawled in that way of his that made Damen so weak. He couldn‘t help himself, he choked on his spit, only a little, but it made him suck in a desperate breath. Those blue eyes never left him and he wasn’t quite sure what made him feel hotter, the fact that Laurent wanted to see him without a shirt on or the look that was thrown his way. Fact was that he was feeling very hot.

Yet, his hands were steady when he brought them to the first button. He had undressed for other people a million times before. Still, he couldn’t remember anyone ever watching him like this. Laurent held his eyes steadily, there was no flicker down from his face, there was no hot burning passion in his gaze, however, there was a controlled kind of hunger and Damen wanted to see how the blond man would unleash all of it upon him.

When the shirt fell open around his chest, Laurent came closer. He was still studying Damen’s expression. He would have looked detached if Damen hadn’t seen his pupils, blown so wide that they were almost swallowing the blue of his eyes.

“May I?“, he asked softly and now even Damen, with all his experience and frequently changing, gorgeous partners, had to pause in his undressing to concentrate on breathing. It should have been ridiculous, asking for permission for something that he so obviously wanted, but instead it made his throat tighten, made his chest constrict.

“Yes. Please,“ he gave permission and when Laurent’s fingertips brushed over his warm skin, it felt like the first time someone touched him intimately. Damen felt goosebumps break out all over his skin. Laurent finally let his gaze drop as he unbuttoned the rest of Damen’s shirt in efficient, unhurried movements. Gently, he pushed it over Damen’s shoulders. His hands were ghosting over his skin, almost no contact at all and it had Damen utterly speechless.

“Oh my,“ Laurent said, his voice carrying no hint of surprise, “look at you.“ And damn, if that didn’t make Damen’s abs tense with gut wrenching arousal coursing through him. The blond man took him in, he let his eyes wander over Damen’s torso and with every second of it Damen felt the arousal stirr inside of him.

He reached out, slowly to give Laurent the chance to pull back, and grasped his hand. He pressed the pale, long fingers against his collarbone. It was permission as much as it was a request and Laurent lifted his eyes up to his face.

“What would you like from me?“

“Whatever you are willing to give.“ Damen knew it was true. He wanted the man badly, but he would never pressure him into something he didn’t want. He doubted he could. Laurent would let himself be pushed towards something that made him uncomfortable. He felt his heart pound, and could hear the blood rushing in his ears. He tried to concentrate on something else. It was easier to do than he would have imagined, but Laurent was right there and was there a flush high on his cheeks? Damen could only stare, already utterly distracted by the man before him. He looked so lovely.

Laurent hummed in thought. His eyes were firmly fixed on Damen’s chest. “Have I ever told you how much I like pierced men? I think I haven‘t.“

“You haven‘t,“ Damen confirmed, almost dizzy with it.

Laurent let his hand wander from Damen‘s collarbone down over his chest to his nipple, where a ball closure ring glinted golden in the light of the room. “I think it‘s really fucking hot. I‘d even go as far as saying that you‘re the most attractive guy I‘ve ever seen.“ He gently tugged on the golden piercing before lifting his eyes up to Damen‘s. “Ever considered wearing jewellery with it? I‘m sure a waterfall gold chain would look amazing on you.“

Damen‘s brain short circuited. He wasn‘t able to form words anymore so he only nodded.

Laurent‘s grin turned predatory. “Would you show me?“

There was only one answer really, “Yes.“ Laurent still had his hand on Damen’s chest and his fingers were toying with the golden ring. However, his eyes were drawn to the golden surface piercings with the red rubies on Damen’s ribs.

“How many piercings do you have?“ Laurent asked, sounding a little breathy.

Damen honestly couldn‘t remember. “A few,“ he replied helplessly and Laurent inhaled sharply, “I‘ll show you, if you‘ll let me.“

Now, Laurent let his hand wander down Damen‘s body to the surface piercings. “I‘d like that.“