Aramis whimpers for the merciless pace, actually sobbing when he feels Porthos' nails rend his flesh. "I can't," he gasps and means it, but on the third try Aramis manages to suck down a decent lungful and hold it, dark spots dancing immediately on the edge of his vision for the pressure in his lungs. The spots merge into a steadily creeping blackness, stealing his sight entirely when Porthos' cock stabs ruthlessly against that spot.
Aramis almost does not realize when he begins to come, conscious only of a pleasure that suffuses his entire body. It is like nothing he has felt, not even with Porthos, the entirety of his being light, made of light, as close to divinity as he has ever come outside the pew of a church.
Aramis' smile is soft and almost giddy, and then he goes entirely limp, lungs filling at last without his conscious wish to stop them.
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Date: 2014-11-24 12:29 am (UTC)Aramis almost does not realize when he begins to come, conscious only of a pleasure that suffuses his entire body. It is like nothing he has felt, not even with Porthos, the entirety of his being light, made of light, as close to divinity as he has ever come outside the pew of a church.
Aramis' smile is soft and almost giddy, and then he goes entirely limp, lungs filling at last without his conscious wish to stop them.