It takes Porthos a moment to realize that he'd broken a bowl. Staring down at the ground, he sees the shards and knows that he ought to bend down and tidy them up, but Aramis is asking him to do up his strings. He nearly vaults over them as gracefully as he can, his gaze sliding down Aramis' spine to where those panties hug tight to Aramis' arse and the lace is sure to make patterns that Porthos already wants to bite and nip at, wants to shove them aside and fuck him without taking them off.
The whimper he lets out is pathetic and sharp, but he slides in behind Aramis to take hold of the strings, hands shaking as he begins to remind himself of control and all the times he's done this before for other garments and reasons. The first few knots and ties are tight and Porthos exhales, forcing himself not to touch skin.
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Date: 2014-11-23 03:10 am (UTC)The whimper he lets out is pathetic and sharp, but he slides in behind Aramis to take hold of the strings, hands shaking as he begins to remind himself of control and all the times he's done this before for other garments and reasons. The first few knots and ties are tight and Porthos exhales, forcing himself not to touch skin.