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would be to continue explaining. “You see, when I went to—“
    “You proposed to her?” Mr. Rochester’s tone made Lord Loxley stop in surprise.
    “I, rather…”
    Mr. Rochester stepped forward, pressing Lord Loxley up against the nearest wall of bookshelves, his hands curled around Lord Loxley’s hips. “Even though you don’t want her?”
    Lips parting in pleased shock to have Mr. Rochester manhandling him again, Lord Loxley decided that perhaps it would be to his advantage to not continue explaining. “Is there a reason I shouldn’t?” he asked, his hands hooking under the front of Mr. Rochester’s waistcoat in order to tug him closer.
    Mr. Rochester growled, sealing their bodies together and murmuring against Fitzhenry Loxley’s ear. “You’re mine. ”
    Heart pounding with how much he missed and needed this, Fitzhenry Loxley moved one of his hands up to curl around the back of Mr. Rochester’s head, keeping him close. “Am I?” he asked, making his voice as careless as he could manage. “You’ve done very little to assert your claim lately.”
    Mr. Rochester grunted in his ear, giving Fitzhenry a reprimanding nip to the side of his throat and then starting to swiftly unfasten the buttons of Fitzhenry’s jacket and waistcoat.
    Laughing breathlessly, Fitzhenry turned his head, catching Mr. Rochester’s mouth for a kiss. Mr. Rochester returned the kiss the way Miles would have: heated and reverent, as if his Fitz was the most precious thing he’d ever held. The kiss slowed, lingering, both of them forgetting everything but the way their mouths moved against each other.
    When Mr. Rochester broke the kiss, he didn’t go far, breath still warm and sweet against Fitzhenry’s lips, pausing just a finger’s breadth away before giving him a quick kiss on the nose. “I think I do feel inclined to assert my claim,” he said, resuming his unbuttoning of Fitzhenry’s waistcoat. “Shall I?”
    “If it pleases you,” Fitzhenry said, feeling young and wild again and dizzy with joy at seeing a side to Miles Rochester that he recognized . He stole another few kisses, each of them brief and playful, as he fumbled with Mr. Rochester’s buttons in return. Miles grumbled at him for the teasing kisses, and caught Fitz’s mouth in a much more passionate kiss while Miles’ hands slid down the back of Fitz’s breeches, grabbing his ass in both hands and pulling their hips flush. Fitz moaned against him, shivering with pleasure at having Miles’ hands on his bare skin.
    Breaking the kiss at last and devoting himself to getting Fitz out of his clothes, Miles dropped Lord Loxley’s coat, waistcoat, and shirt to the side, running his hands over Fitz’s bare chest and studying him with a mix of adoration and lust that made Fitz feel dizzy with affection. Enjoying his lover’s gaze, Fitz tilted his head back, starting to unfasten the buttons on the narrow fall of his breeches. Miles’ eyes drew immediately to his hand, watching as Fitz opened the front of his breeches and pushed them and his drawers down just enough to show his hipbones.
    Dropping to his knees, Miles lifted Fitz’s foot, guiding off his boot and stocking, and then repeating with the other.
    “Are you mine?” Miles asked him, drawing Fitz’s breeches the rest of the way down so that he was fully naked and on display for Miles Rochester.
    “I’ve always been yours,” Fitz vowed, gasping as Miles’ hands slid up the insides of his thighs and making a noise of complaint when they suddenly stopped.
    “Christ, Fitz—“ Miles Rochester sat back on his heels. “We haven’t any oil.”
    Fitz laughed, leaning back against the bookshelves and enjoying the sight of Miles Rochester on his knees in front of him. “So go get some,” he said, inclining his head toward the door. “I’ll wait right here.”
    Miles grinned, rising to his feet and kissing Fitz briefly, letting his hand slide down to linger over the cleft of Fitz’ buttocks.