"And quite seductive," laughs Laurens. "All right. He'll just have to put his jealousy on hold. Come here."

Laurens lowers himself to the ground, sitting with his back to the tent wall, and when Burr comes closer, he lifts Burr into his lap, so Burr straddles him. His hand steadies Burr at the waist, so Burr is on his knees, so those terribly sore nipples are at just the right height.

With his other hand, he touches the taut and stretched skin, flesh heavy beneath. "Yes, I see the problem," says Laurens, mischievously. He lifts it, relieving some of the weight on Burr, directing it to his waiting mouth.