"I hope so," Aramis confesses. He takes an experimental breath, reveling in the way he has to strain towards fulfillment, his eyes blowing darker still when he looks up at Porthos. "It is not too much."
He touched him just last night, yet it feels like years between them when Aramis' hands finally fist in Porthos' sweatpants, dragging them down the barest inch. Aramis presses his lips to Porthos' bare hip and trembles, already aware that after these sweats, there is nothing between them. "You cannot expect me to have resisted these for long."
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Date: 2014-11-23 05:13 am (UTC)He touched him just last night, yet it feels like years between them when Aramis' hands finally fist in Porthos' sweatpants, dragging them down the barest inch. Aramis presses his lips to Porthos' bare hip and trembles, already aware that after these sweats, there is nothing between them. "You cannot expect me to have resisted these for long."