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to go limp again, and his thighs shook ever so slightly.
    He looked down at his own seed, which stood out white against Aimé's skin. Badri found he couldn't tear his eyes away. "I want..." He swallowed, his tongue feeling slick and words coming slow in his post-pleasure haze. He dropped to his knees again in front of Aimé, who was still watching him, looking slightly puzzled now.
    Slowly, Badri leaned forward and licked a few drops off of Aimé's hip. Aimé drew in a sharp breath, hand coming up, and Badri thought he was about to be pushed away.
    "Yes." Aimé's tone was fierce, and his hand curled around the back of Badri's head as Badri licked across Aimé’s stomach, cleaning the seed from Aimé's skin. Badri licked up Aimé's body, across his chest. Aimé was warm and soft under his mouth, and he smelled like sex and a hint of cologne. Aimé's fingers carded through the hair on the back of Badri's head as he licked and sucked lightly at his chest. He took one of Aimé's nipples into his mouth, grazing with his teeth until Aimé gasped.
    "You are making me want to get hard again."
    "Good." Badri pressed his lips against Aimé's skin, nuzzled against him, although in truth, he felt too calm and lazy for another round. He lapped at Aimé's other nipple until the hand in his hair tightened.
    "Help me up." Aimé's voice was deeper than Badri had ever heard it, and sounded just as relaxed as Badri felt. Badri’s lips brushed Aimé's collarbone and then stood, holding out his hands to Aimé, who gripped Badri tightly as he eased himself up and off the toy that had been stretching him open.
    Badri looped his arms around Aimé's waist when Aimé was all the way standing.
    "Was that after-dinner drink satisfactory?" Badri asked, unable to keep the laughter from his voice, and both of Aimé's eyebrows arched even as his lips curled up in a smile.
    "I wasn't aware we were finished, Monsieur Mukherjee."
    "Oh, no?" Badri bent to nuzzle Aimé's neck and the soft spot behind his ear.
    "Hmm, no." Aimé's hands spread across his shoulders and down his back, sliding around to stroke over his chest, gripping and massaging at the curve and swell of muscles as he went. "We need to bathe, finish that drink in front of the fire, I think, and then see what the rest of the night holds."
    Badri straightened as Aimé's fingers found one of his nipples. "I have practice first thing tomorrow." It was a weak objection, and judging by Aimé's grin, he knew it.
    "So do I." Aimé said. "Just as long as we don't make a habit of these long nights, one won't kill us."
    "I suppose." Badri's hands slid from Aimé's waist to grip at the double swells of his lush ass.
    "Sunday nights," Aimé said, as if deciding something. "I want to take you to dinner then, and we can indulge. The rest of the time can be for our work."
    Badri looked at Aimé's dark eyes and small, round face. "You want that?" He let his hands run back up Aimé's spine. "Something… something that will last?"
    "If you will have me."
    Aimé tilted his face up, and Badri met him halfway in a kiss.
    *~*~*
    "Hurry up!" Badri called over his shoulder as he exited Aimé's flat. "Stop primping; we are going to be late."
    "And that would be a tragedy." Aimé appeared, pulling the door shut behind him and locking it. "I don't want to go to this party, anyway. I would much rather stay home with you."
    Badri smiled back at him before pulling the carriage door open. "You need to make an appearance, remember? Count de Fézensac's orders. But we don't have to stay the whole time."
    "Thank God." Aimé rolled his eyes as he settled in the carriage, then caught sight of Badri's fond grin. It made his stomach flutter even now, after almost a year, and he reached out for Badri's hand.
    The second party of the season was hosted by the House de la Marche.
    Despite Badri's best efforts, they arrived fashionably late.
    Unsurprisingly, as soon as they climbed from the carriage, all eyes were on Aimé, who was