Porthos does exactly as instructed, taking Aramis by the hips to turn him over so that he's facing upwards. "This won't be pretty," he warns, taking himself in hand using the left so that Aramis' ring on his finger drags along his cock as he leans back on his haunches and brings himself close to the edge, moaning Aramis' name on his lips. When he's close, so very close, he shifts and angles it so that he spills all over those beautiful blue lace panties, those suspenders, and the tips of those silk stockings. It's going to be a hell of a mess to clean up, but it's going to be wonderful.
Trembling from spending, Porthos hooks his fingers on the corset and tugs it aside, pushing it off the bed before he curls up next to Aramis in the bed, loosely grasping him so as not to hurt him. "I love you," he drowsily says.
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Date: 2014-11-24 01:02 am (UTC)Trembling from spending, Porthos hooks his fingers on the corset and tugs it aside, pushing it off the bed before he curls up next to Aramis in the bed, loosely grasping him so as not to hurt him. "I love you," he drowsily says.