Porthos pushes hard, buried deep in that tightness, and he bows his forehead to press up against the skin just above the corset's ties and knots. He breathes out there, beard rubbing against the smooth skin there as he feels Aramis coming. When Aramis goes limp and heavy beneath him, Porthos reaches above him for the main gauche, though he doesn't take himself from out of Aramis, hoping to soothe him through this.
Slowly, he begins to sneak the blade in, angling it up. Each silky little ribbon gives a satisfying snip as they're cut loose and Porthos takes the bowtie at the top out with his teeth, pulling it out as he pushes the corset aside to give Aramis a chance to breathe. "Shh, shh, shh, chou," Porthos murmurs, sliding the dull cool blade down Aramis' spine and over the red of where Porthos' hand has smacked before it's set aside. "Are you with me?"
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Date: 2014-11-24 12:34 am (UTC)Slowly, he begins to sneak the blade in, angling it up. Each silky little ribbon gives a satisfying snip as they're cut loose and Porthos takes the bowtie at the top out with his teeth, pulling it out as he pushes the corset aside to give Aramis a chance to breathe. "Shh, shh, shh, chou," Porthos murmurs, sliding the dull cool blade down Aramis' spine and over the red of where Porthos' hand has smacked before it's set aside. "Are you with me?"