Porthos kicks off his sweatpants with a small bit of effort, reaching down to make sure the compression bandage is still knotted tightly before he divests himself of his tank top, crawling slightly up the bed to perch above Aramis on one elbow, plucking slowly at the first button of his shirt, grinning down at him fondly. "You like them, do you?" he murmurs, sliding his broad palm down Aramis' chest.
Touching him feels like coming alive, like the warmth in his fingers has been missing. He works lower, squeezing Aramis' erection on top of Aramis' hand before sliding back up to undo the second of his shirt buttons slowly, thoughtfully. "Wait here," he murmurs, brushing a kiss to Aramis' brow as he sits himself up, groaning as he makes his way to the drawer where he's painstakingly kept all his weapons. He withdraws his main gauche with a smile and sets it on the nightstand as he straddles Aramis' body without touching any part of him. Knees and hands are both pressed into the bed as he looms over him.
"Don't tempt me or next time I'll buy you the petticoat, too."
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Date: 2014-11-23 09:23 pm (UTC)Touching him feels like coming alive, like the warmth in his fingers has been missing. He works lower, squeezing Aramis' erection on top of Aramis' hand before sliding back up to undo the second of his shirt buttons slowly, thoughtfully. "Wait here," he murmurs, brushing a kiss to Aramis' brow as he sits himself up, groaning as he makes his way to the drawer where he's painstakingly kept all his weapons. He withdraws his main gauche with a smile and sets it on the nightstand as he straddles Aramis' body without touching any part of him. Knees and hands are both pressed into the bed as he looms over him.
"Don't tempt me or next time I'll buy you the petticoat, too."