"You'll have me dead, Aramis," Porthos utters swiftly, using every last ounce of willpower to keep himself from grabbing Aramis' hips and thrusting his own against them until he can slide his cock in between Aramis' arse-cheeks with all that lace there to give him release. He has to stop, closes his eyes, and counts to ten. He'd known this would be so much of what he wanted, but it's overwhelming to the point he thinks he needs to sit down.
Trembling fingers from the need to touch, Porthos continues with his knots and ties, thinking of cutting them open later. He finishes at the top and reaches down slowly, very slowly, to clip the suspenders to the corset, fixing the bowtie at the top and trying not to stare at the line of Aramis' shoulderblades peeking out of it. "You need to get dressed and get out of here," he warns. "If you want to play this by your rules, you can't stay here."
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Date: 2014-11-23 03:38 am (UTC)Trembling fingers from the need to touch, Porthos continues with his knots and ties, thinking of cutting them open later. He finishes at the top and reaches down slowly, very slowly, to clip the suspenders to the corset, fixing the bowtie at the top and trying not to stare at the line of Aramis' shoulderblades peeking out of it. "You need to get dressed and get out of here," he warns. "If you want to play this by your rules, you can't stay here."