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“Bloody hell!” Henry whispered. He blinked hard, then dropped to his knees and pressed his face against Kit’s stomach, clutching him close, his arms strong bands around Kit’s waist.

Kit’s stared down at him, stupefied. Slowly, carefully, he stroked Henry’s dark, silvered hair with gentle, careful touches.

At length, Henry raised his head, meeting Kit’s worried gaze with damp eyes. “I was afraid,” he said hoarsely. “I thought you might palm me off with some kindly nonsense about seeing me every once in a while when you had time.” He shook his head. “You seemed so uncertain this morning.”

“I had some sense talked into me by a parrot,” Kit said, laughing when Henry blinked. He stroked Henry’s hair again, and said gently, “I don’t quite know what our future will look like. We need to think about that. I want to see Clara and Peter well settled, and I have to make sure the sale is properly taken care of and all my staff are provided for—including my over-familiar footman who just isn’t cut out for that sort of work.” He paused. “And then we have your family to consider.”

“My family will be—”

“Given all due consideration,” Kit interrupted.

Henry opened his mouth and closed it again.

“We don’t need to rush anything,” Kit said softly. “We have time to plan our future.”

“But youdowant a future with me,” Henry said urgently.

Kit smiled. “I do. More than anything.”

“Then the rest can wait,” Henry said.

“You should get up,” Kit said. “Before your knee starts playing up.”

Henry grinned. “Chaise longue?” he suggested, clambering back to his feet.

When Kit nodded, he pulled him over to the long sofa, pressed him down, and settled his big body down next to Kit’s.

“This is nice and roomy,” he said. “Easily big enough for both of us.”

“Believe it or not, I’ve seen bigger,” Kit said idly.

“Have you?”

“Jake Sharp has an absolutelyenormousone.”

Henry scowled, “How do you know that?”

Kit just laughed. Maybe one day he’d tell Henry how often Sharp had tried to get him into bed—but not tonight. “Size isn’t everything,” he said sweetly instead.

“I hear it’s what you do with it that counts,” Henry replied, beginning to shuffle his way down the length of the sofa.

“What areyougoing to do with it?” Kit asked breathlessly as Henry rubbed his cheek against Kit’s crotch, making his already semi-hard cock stiffen to full hardness in his breeches.

“I scarcely know,” Henry whispered, rubbing his face back and forth. “Tell me what you want.”

“Take my cock out,” Kit breathed. “Suck it.”

Henry did as he was bid, his fingers working frantically to open Kit’s breeches and gently extract his painfully hard cock.

He licked a stripe up the shaft, from balls to tip, then swallowed Kit down, taking in his whole length.

“Oh God!” Kit groaned, palming the back of Henry’s head. “Yes, like that.”

He let Henry suck him for several minutes, then grabbed a handful of Henry's hair and pulled him off.

“Such a good boy,” he breathed. “Will you serve me tonight with your cock?”

Henry seemed to shudder all over.