Aramis' first attempt to bring himself to his feet fails, and he stays kneeling as he catches his breath, every lungful shorter and faster for the corset. He wipes his wet mouth and smiles for Porthos' addled praises, finally managing to stand long enough to look down at him. Porthos should look ridiculous, sprawled on the bed with his pants around his knees and his spent cock only just beginning to soften, but Aramis has to squeeze his own erection hard at the base to prevent coming right there.
He pushes the leather coat from his shoulders, leaving the shirt for Porthos to divest from him later, and slides onto the bed next to Porthos. "Next time," says Aramis, settling with his head near Porthos', "Buy three."
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Date: 2014-11-23 09:10 pm (UTC)He pushes the leather coat from his shoulders, leaving the shirt for Porthos to divest from him later, and slides onto the bed next to Porthos. "Next time," says Aramis, settling with his head near Porthos', "Buy three."