Porthos' grin won't move for a while. He's so happy that he feels like it's bleeding from him, radiating into the air around them. He'd known it would be enjoyable for himself, but he's grateful that Aramis had enjoyed himself too. And, speaking of those lacy underthings...
He shifts lower to clasp onto the stockings, peeling them slowly off one by one. He tosses them to the side and tugs at the sides of the underthings with his hands, pulling lower and lower until they're at Aramis' toes and Porthos can kiss his way slowly back up, paying special attention to any red marks he's caused, along the way. "Should've saved it for the honeymoon. I don't know how I'm going to top that."
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Date: 2014-11-24 01:30 am (UTC)He shifts lower to clasp onto the stockings, peeling them slowly off one by one. He tosses them to the side and tugs at the sides of the underthings with his hands, pulling lower and lower until they're at Aramis' toes and Porthos can kiss his way slowly back up, paying special attention to any red marks he's caused, along the way. "Should've saved it for the honeymoon. I don't know how I'm going to top that."