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cheeks, stretching and filling his hole. Aimé shifted his hips a little, his breathing becoming heavy as he sank down onto the toy until he was sitting fully on the padded seat of the chair.
    For a moment he just sat there, eyes closed, chest heaving as Badri looked up at him. He watched the flutter of Aimé's dark lashes against his cheeks, the shape of his collarbone, his dark nipples, the way one hand gripped the edge of the chair. Aimé's other hand caressed the soft swells of his chest, the round fullness of his belly. Aimé's cock was small, but hard, between his thighs, and Badri wanted very much to lean forward and take it into his mouth. But Aimé started moving then, just a little bit at first, then moving his hips, causing him to sway back and forth as the chair itself rocked. Badri could imagine the toy fucking up into Aimé's tight body, imagine the heat and grip of him around its wide girth.
    Badri reached forward, putting one hand on the chair to rock it just a little bit, pushing the toy deeper, and Aimé cried out, eyes flying open.
    "I'm sorry." Badri let go of the chair.
    "No." Aimé's hand came forward, gripping at Badri's shoulder. "Do it again. Push it again."
    Badri braced his hand firmly against the chair, pushing it back and forth with just enough force to cause the toy to penetrate deep into Aimé's body with each rocking motion. Aimé's other hand went to his cock, fisting himself. Badri reached down with his own free hand, wrapping his fingers around one of Aimé's ankles and pulling his leg up to rest against Badri's shoulder.
    The change of angle made Aimé gasp and lean back, biting at his lower lip as his hand sped up. Badri turned his head to mouth along Aimé's calf, down to his ankle and the curve of his foot. He used his teeth to nibble ever so slightly at Aimé's arch. Aimé made another pleasure-filled noise, and Badri took his hand off the chair to reach for Aimé's other ankle, resting it against his shoulder as well.
    The chair was just low enough that when Aimé arched his back he could reach behind him, bracing his hands against the floor as Badri spread both of his legs up and wide. Badri reached back down again, rocking the chair, grinning as Aimé's cries became desperate.
    "Can you come from this?" Badri pressed the chair back hard, causing Aimé to gasp.
    Aimé shook his head. "I don't think so... please touch me, I need—" He broke off with a groan, and Badri grinned wider and took his hand off the chair, bending forward to take Aimé's cock into his mouth. He sucked hard and Aimé shook, cried out, and came.
    There was a little trickle of clear precome, just enough to wet Badri's tongue, which he thought, drawing back, was vastly preferable to other partners he'd had who'd tended to come enough to choke him.
    Aimé was staring at the ceiling, eyes glazed over, and Badri fisted his own, now almost-painful, erection.
    "I want to come on you."
    Aimé blinked up at him. "What?"
    "I want to come on your skin." Badri pumped himself faster, fist tighter.
    Lips parting with obvious want, Aimé leaned back, rocked himself slowly on the toy still inside him. "Okay." His eyes fluttered shut. Badri could not imagine continuing to be fucked after he'd already come, but Aimé seemed to enjoy the extra stimulation. The sight of Aimé rocking himself slowly onto the toy, continuing to be spread and invaded by it, was almost enough to push Badri over the edge. He pushed his thumb up over the head of his cock, drawing his foreskin back more as he pulled down, and felt his balls draw up as his climax pulsed through him.
    Badri gritted his teeth as his cock throbbed in his hand, his seed falling onto Aimé's skin, the round softness of his belly and chest. Aimé opened his eyes as Badri came, staring up at him as Badri rode out the waves of pleasure.
    Aimé blinked up at him, and Badri felt as if his consciousness was floating somewhere up at the top of his head. In his hand, his cock had begun