Victor sighed and reached up to catch Leo's hand as he moved it away from his hair, bringing it to the side of his face and leaning into Leo's palm. "I am exhausted utterly. I shall never leave this bed again," he said, and although his tone was teasing there was truth below it. He understood Leo would be eager to see him again; it had been a month since they'd last had a moment alone, prior to Victor's wedding, and since August they'd been used to meeting up more often. He was happy to see Leo again, too, of course — he would hardly have dropped hints and then gone through the trouble of the hotel room if he hadn't been looking forward to it — but a month after being married, Victor was certainly not starving for sex. Christabel was far more enthusiastic in that area than he had expected or hoped. He'd seen their honeymoon as a pleasant anomaly while they were gone, but they'd been back a week now and the pace had only slowed mildly (from as often as their schedule allowed to every night). Presumably this would fall off eventually, because Victor knew most married men were not this... well-provided for... but in the meantime, it was not at all a stretch to say he was exhausted.

"Did you get the letter I sent you from Greece?" he asked, still holding Leo's hand to his cheek fondly. "We were traveling too often to receive any replies, if you sent one, but I did miss you."

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