Cock twitching with interest, heart racing madly, Porthos thinks he might not be able to stand very long. He reaches out desperately and clasps onto the nearest end-table to give himself some balance, shifting towards the bed as he tries to use the mattress against the backs of his knees to prevent himself from melting in a pool of well-touched liquid. "What?" he wonders, hoarsely. "My trousers? I was only wandering about the house. No need to put on underwear," he says, curling his fingers into his hands again to refrain from touching Aramis.
He throws his head back, staring at the ceiling as his whimpers of need turn into long moans. "D'you ever wonder if there's something wrong with us? That we can't go a full day without becoming so desperate for each other's touch?"
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Date: 2014-11-23 05:18 am (UTC)He throws his head back, staring at the ceiling as his whimpers of need turn into long moans. "D'you ever wonder if there's something wrong with us? That we can't go a full day without becoming so desperate for each other's touch?"