Captive Prince - Damen/Laurent
“You do know they just humour you, right?” Laurent asks, slipping into the homespun chiton as if it were silk. “They know it’s you, playing the peasant.”
“I know they know, and they know I know it.” Damen catches Laurent about the waist, nuzzling at his ear. “Humour me, too?”
Laurent rolls his eyes, but he lets Damen drag him to the market; lets him buy bales of saffron-coloured cloth for certain merchants that they know; lets him pretend, along with everyone else, that for an afternoon he’s nothing more than a young man seeking simple pleasures with his lover.