Porthos glares down at Aramis and the look on his face is slowly moving. Though there's still insatiable desire, there is also frustration and a clear warning that if Aramis wants to leave, he needs to not be on his knees with wet lips and a tucked-in waist that begs Porthos' hands to touch it. "Don't you dare," he growls. "I'm not even close to teasing, Aramis. If you lay a single finger on me, if your lips touch me for even a second, I'm going to pin you against the wall so hard you'll see stars, have bruises, and your indentation is going to be in our wall forever," he promises.
He swallows, hard, and feels his heart racing. "Get dressed and go. Twenty feet, you said," he says. Maybe at twenty feet, Porthos will find some calm of mind and balance.
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Date: 2014-11-23 04:09 am (UTC)He swallows, hard, and feels his heart racing. "Get dressed and go. Twenty feet, you said," he says. Maybe at twenty feet, Porthos will find some calm of mind and balance.