Aramis comes to slowly, the sensations in his body an intriguing mixture of bliss and discomfort bordering on pain. Porthos' gentle rumble is in his ear, and Aramis manages a dizzy smile, realizing as awareness blooms that Porthos is still wrapped around him, inside of him, that the slide of material is the corset being pulled away.
"You cut it," he rasps, opening his eyes. His body is sore in the respite, but Aramis hates to think that he has missed Porthos' own pleasure. "Have you come, cariño?"
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Date: 2014-11-24 12:44 am (UTC)"You cut it," he rasps, opening his eyes. His body is sore in the respite, but Aramis hates to think that he has missed Porthos' own pleasure. "Have you come, cariño?"