Porthos breathes in hot and heavy and hard, digging his nails into the palm of his hand to calm himself and even that doesn't do the trick. He forces himself to step away and even though he steps on a shard of glass, it's a welcome distraction of pain that he doesn't even cry out from. It's just enough to abate the sharp bolts of overwhelming lust that's making it difficult to think. He wants, so badly, to be on his knees with his mouth around that erection, to have his cock nestled in Aramis' arse, to be ripping off the corset in shreds, but there are rules and he's meant to follow them. "Wear your leathers," he gets out hoarsely. "The thickness ought to stop it from being seen."
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Date: 2014-11-23 03:54 am (UTC)