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[afineseamstress]

The box is there when he wakes, settled at the edge of the bed and almost hidden by Aramis' kicked up sheets. He stares down at it for a long moment, listening to Porthos move about in the kitchen, and when he is awake enough, Aramis drags the box to him to open.

Looking down at its surprising contents, Aramis smiles.

"Washing up!" he calls, exiting the bed with box in hand straight to the bathroom, where he wastes no time, fingers busy with more than the work of slipping the silk up and over his legs. If he is surprised, Aramis is equal parts impressed, stunned, and more warm than he's ever been in his life.

When at last he is set to rights, Aramis gives the corset a last tug and opens the bathroom door, walking the short distance to linger in the bedroom doorway. He gazes at Porthos' back as he rummages in the pantry and smiles, leaning his hip against the frame. "I believe I'll need some help with the string."

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[afineseamstress]

"I did not say what would happen inbetween," Aramis points out, venturing close enough to pull the leather from Porthos' hands. "And I did not choose these garments. You did."

Pulling his long coat on over his shirt, Aramis cannot help the way his eyes dip to Porthos' waist. "I admit, I was not prepared for how deeply it would affect you. Tell me."

Aramis begins doing up his buttons, the process slow for his trembling fingers. "Did you anticipate this when you brought it home? I notice there are two corsets."

[du_vallon]

Porthos' breathing is heavy, his chest rising and falling hard. "I knew that I'd be cutting the first one open to free you of it, after it had been on you long enough to make imprints in your skin," he mumbles, not trusting himself to look at Aramis' waist and the curve of that skin. "I didn't think you'd affect me like this. I thought I'd find you out in public already done up, only the hint of it. I thought it'd be revealed to me as I undressed you, but instead, you look...you look..."

He doesn't even have words for it. He is utterly and completely beyond all capability of proper thought. "The second is for you if ever we want to do this again. I knew I wouldn't last, but I didn't think it'd be like this," he pushes out the words in a long exhalation.

[afineseamstress]

"Perhaps it will be like that," says Aramis, "Next time. I did not think either, Porthos." Letting his hands fall from his coat, Aramis sinks again to his knees. "If you do not touch me, you will keep your vow, only..." Reaching, Aramis wraps his hands around Porthos' hips, forehead bowed against the heat of his erection. "Let me touch you?"

[du_vallon]

Were he stronger, he would have told Aramis that they could both endure a lack of touching. Except, he's not. He's weak and he's needy and Aramis' hands feel so good and the warmth of his forehead is more than enough. He's not wearing any underwear, given that he'd only been fussing about the flat, which means there's a thin layer and a thin layer only between Aramis' mouth and his cock. The whimper that he lets out is permission enough, though his fingers itch to reach out and touch Aramis.

He only stops himself with the reminder that there will be no marks and no press of cloth to skin if he takes them off Aramis now. "Will it strain you? To do that in your corset?" Even the word sounds sinful and daring, exciting all at once.

[afineseamstress]

"I hope so," Aramis confesses. He takes an experimental breath, reveling in the way he has to strain towards fulfillment, his eyes blowing darker still when he looks up at Porthos. "It is not too much."

He touched him just last night, yet it feels like years between them when Aramis' hands finally fist in Porthos' sweatpants, dragging them down the barest inch. Aramis presses his lips to Porthos' bare hip and trembles, already aware that after these sweats, there is nothing between them. "You cannot expect me to have resisted these for long."

[du_vallon]

Cock twitching with interest, heart racing madly, Porthos thinks he might not be able to stand very long. He reaches out desperately and clasps onto the nearest end-table to give himself some balance, shifting towards the bed as he tries to use the mattress against the backs of his knees to prevent himself from melting in a pool of well-touched liquid. "What?" he wonders, hoarsely. "My trousers? I was only wandering about the house. No need to put on underwear," he says, curling his fingers into his hands again to refrain from touching Aramis.

He throws his head back, staring at the ceiling as his whimpers of need turn into long moans. "D'you ever wonder if there's something wrong with us? That we can't go a full day without becoming so desperate for each other's touch?"

[afineseamstress]

"Every day I want you more," Aramis groans in return. The sounds Porthos is making before he's even been properly touched are making him dizzy, and he holds tight to Porthos' thighs. "I have never felt anything like it, but until the day comes that we can't even bear to leave the house, I mean to enjoy it."

Leaning in, he fastens his hot mouth to the tent in Porthos' sweats, outlining the shape of Porthos' cock with another strangled groan.

[du_vallon]

Porthos lets out a choked sob when Aramis' mouth begins its work, with a layer yet between skin and lips. He's so beautiful from where Porthos stands and he wants so badly to fist his hand into Aramis' hair and tug until it stings. Instead, he reaches back to do that to the blankets, holding them instead of Aramis as his hips thrust forward. "Please," he begs.

"I want you to lose your breath, just enough so that everything goes light and pale," he murmurs, staring down at them. "And then I'm going to tear that thing off you and have you on this bed."

[afineseamstress]

Aramis pulls his mouth away, leaning hard against Porthos' leg as he shudders. "Yes," he says, pulling Porthos' sweatpants down with his teeth. He noses along Porthos' cock, bloodhot and thick, and feels his mouth water. "You will fuck me with this. I've already prepared myself, I will be so tight for you, so wet and slick."

Aramis looks up at him. "You will slide in as easily as into any woman."

[du_vallon]

Porthos stares down at Aramis, doesn't flinch, doesn't blink, and he feels a rush of heat overwhelm his skin. The flush of warmth is instantly ridiculous and he lets out a low gasp, moaning Aramis' name as the sheets are grasped tighter in his hand. "You've what, you prepared yourself?" he manages to eke out. "When?"

He tries to hold Aramis' gaze rather than let his mind wander to thinking of two fingers prying aside the panties and mounting Aramis from behind, all that silk sliding against his legs. With another gasping cry, his hips push forward.

"I'm not going to last," he warns. If Aramis weren't here, he'd have touched himself, brought himself off frantically and fervently with these thoughts, by now.

[afineseamstress]

"Before I put on these fine lace underthings," Aramis tells him, reading Porthos' every thought on his flushed face. He grins, sucking just the tip of Porthos' cock into his mouth before he adds, "And that is why I am going to bring you off first. When you fuck me, you will last. It will be hard, and fast, and deep, and you will make me come without a touch."

With that missive, Aramis opens his mouth and begins to suck Porthos in earnest, filling his mouth until can hardly breathe. He uses every technique at his disposal, hollowing his cheeks and swallowing when Porthos' prick reaches the back of his throat, sucking in gasps of air when he can, bothering only when the room spins faintly around him.

[du_vallon]

Porthos' gasping breaths are weak as he thinks about Aramis in this bedroom while Porthos had been puttering around the kitchen not doing much of anything. He wants to touch him so badly, but can do little more than allow himself to be subject to Aramis' perfect mouth and tongue. Exhaling deeply, he stares at him with yearning in his eyes and it's when Aramis swallows him back, deep, that Porthos comes without even meaning to, having thought he could hold off a little more.

He waits for Aramis to withdraw, but only barely, before his shaky knees give out on him and he collapses back on the bed. His fingers ache for the force of grasping the sheets and he's seen stars. "Aramis," he murmurs happily. "Chou, mon petit chou, parfait, votre bouche, sangdieu," he babbles, allowing his shorthand lazy dialect to overtake the proper French he'd been taught after he'd left the Court and uses now.

[afineseamstress]

Aramis' first attempt to bring himself to his feet fails, and he stays kneeling as he catches his breath, every lungful shorter and faster for the corset. He wipes his wet mouth and smiles for Porthos' addled praises, finally managing to stand long enough to look down at him. Porthos should look ridiculous, sprawled on the bed with his pants around his knees and his spent cock only just beginning to soften, but Aramis has to squeeze his own erection hard at the base to prevent coming right there.

He pushes the leather coat from his shoulders, leaving the shirt for Porthos to divest from him later, and slides onto the bed next to Porthos. "Next time," says Aramis, settling with his head near Porthos', "Buy three."

[du_vallon]

Porthos kicks off his sweatpants with a small bit of effort, reaching down to make sure the compression bandage is still knotted tightly before he divests himself of his tank top, crawling slightly up the bed to perch above Aramis on one elbow, plucking slowly at the first button of his shirt, grinning down at him fondly. "You like them, do you?" he murmurs, sliding his broad palm down Aramis' chest.

Touching him feels like coming alive, like the warmth in his fingers has been missing. He works lower, squeezing Aramis' erection on top of Aramis' hand before sliding back up to undo the second of his shirt buttons slowly, thoughtfully. "Wait here," he murmurs, brushing a kiss to Aramis' brow as he sits himself up, groaning as he makes his way to the drawer where he's painstakingly kept all his weapons. He withdraws his main gauche with a smile and sets it on the nightstand as he straddles Aramis' body without touching any part of him. Knees and hands are both pressed into the bed as he looms over him.

"Don't tempt me or next time I'll buy you the petticoat, too."

[afineseamstress]

"You would hide these legs away?" asks Aramis, mouth open to breathe as he looks up at Porthos. He is not a maiden and hardly feels like one, yet stretched beneath Porthos' considerable bulk, only silks and lace between them, Aramis feels pleasantly vulnerable. His eyes cut to the long knife on the nightstand and his breaths come faster still. There is absolutely nothing to fear, but Aramis allows himself the shade of it, adrenaline stirring the lust quickening his blood to dizzying heights.

"Do you mean to cut me free already?" he asks, worrying at his bottom lip to avoid pulling Porthos down to him. "So impatient, cariño."

[du_vallon]

Porthos toys with the third button slowly, allowing both hands to have to work at the puzzle, cautious and careful as he pries it loose, a soft smile on his lips. "You don't get to be freed yet," Porthos promises. "But I want it close at hand for when I do want it. The last thing I'd want is to be so cruel as to leave you without release," he says, as if he's only offering charity. Undone goes the third button and Porthos takes his time avoiding the shirt for now, shifting down Aramis' body to slide his palms up those silk-clad calves and knees and thighs.

Resting his chin on Aramis' thigh, he peers up with a sad little look. "In a way, it's almost a shame you aren't a woman. I can give a woman pleasure with my mouth for hours while she climaxes again and again. I know that from experience."

[afineseamstress]

"I would make every effort to compete," Aramis promises him, managing a shaky smile that melts immediately into a groan when Porthos skims those broad hands up his legs, silk smoothing the motion in a way that has never been possible before. For a moment Aramis can't even speak, reduced to sheer, mindless want in a way that is rare for him.

"Porthos," he murmurs, for a moment certain that he is going to spend from only this, but the feeling passes, leaving him even more shaken than before. "It is so much. It is always so much with you."

[du_vallon]

Porthos smiles warmly with every inch of fondness that Aramis is due. He wants to give Aramis absolutely everything and the way he looks right now is a sight. Debauched without spending, the lace underwear doing nothing to hide his straining erection, and his shirt billowing past the tapered pinch of his waist. He reaches up to undo the last of the buttons, sliding the shirt off with ease.

"I want you to turn over so I can find out if you really did prepare yourself for me," he says, tapping twice on Aramis' hip, much like he did before he'd started saying 'I love you' out loud.

[afineseamstress]

Aramis squeezes his eyes closed and offers Porthos a tight nod, for a moment afraid that if his trapped cock so much as brushes the sheets, it will all be over. "I believe you'll find everything in order," he ekes out, turning himself to lie gingerly on his stomach. Even this feels good, and Aramis buries his face in the sheets, groaning for just the thought of Porthos fingers pressing into him.

[du_vallon]

Porthos grins as he slides his palm up from Aramis' ankle all the way up to the back of his knee, rubbing in circles, before ascending higher. He gives Aramis' beautiful arse one good smack with his palm before he nudges the lace aside with two of his fingers together, shoving it up (but not off) as he works to push inside.

Aramis definitely prepared himself and it's a surprise that has Porthos' breath caught in his throat. "Oh, you beautiful man," Porthos exhales fondly. "Look how wet and tight you are for me," he growls, sliding his fingers out to give himself a few good strokes. Normally, it'd take him longer to be hard again, but the sheer sight of Aramis in those stockings and corset and the things he wants to do are overwhelming.

He's not there yet, but it won't be long. "Tell me what you want," he coaxes, knowing that will help.

[afineseamstress]

"I want you to take me," Aramis groans into the sheets. "Use me like someone whose services you have paid for. Do not ask me if I like what you are doing to me, or what I want. Take your pleasure exactly as you desire it."

Aramis' fingers twist in the sheets, resisting with all his will the urge to push his silk covered arse back against Porthos. "That is what I want."

[du_vallon]

What Aramis is suggesting is so tempting that he lets out a desperate hitch of breath and finds himself hard at the thought of it, skin prickling with anticipation. He reaches forward and uses one hand to pin down Aramis' shoulder hard enough that he won't be able to move or buck backwards, the other hand responsible for shoving the underwear aside as he slides in with no warning, thinking back to some of the ladies of the night in Paris.

They hadn't been as gorgeous as Aramis, though, this he knows. His hips rock forward as he buries himself deep in Aramis, the lace sliding against the shaft of his cock, and he lets out a guttural moan of pleasure, staying exactly where he is. The other hand lets go of the panties and they nudge against him, a constant reminder. He moves the hand at his shoulder to thread in his hair, tugging him up for a hard kiss while he adjusts his grip to Aramis' hip to pin him hard there.

"You're gonna tell me you like it," he growls his instructions. "Describe it to me."

[afineseamstress]

Aramis gives a shuddering groan for the hand on his shoulder, well able to guess what is coming next, but even so he cries out as Porthos fills him, pushing deep without hesitation. He is well used to telling people what they want to hear, but in this, Aramis does not have to lie.

"You are so big, Porthos," he pants, spreading his legs as wide as he can beneath Porthos' weight. "I have never taken a cock like yours, never felt so stretched or so full." Porthos is holding him tight enough that he does not have to twist his head to feel the sting, every fingertip against his side an individual, bruising ache. "You feel so good I could weep."

[du_vallon]

Porthos' kiss is bruising and hard when he can get one, though it's only at the corner of Aramis' lips before he returns his devotion to long, full thrusts into that slick, waiting, tight heat. It's everything he's been promised and more. "I'll kiss them from your cheeks if you do," Porthos pants. Sweat beads on his skin, though it only serves to make him glisten, and he continues. Hips snapping, a wild and desperate pace without rhythm, he means to find that spot Aramis likes so very much.

"Yes, Aramis," he moans loudly, not caring for the neighbours or what they hear. "God, yes, you feel so good. Breathe, deep, and I want that corset to hurt," he growls. "I want you to have to beg for each breath and when you don't know if you can take in enough air, then I'll make you come so hard you nearly pass out."

[afineseamstress]

"It is so tight," Aramis gasps, and he does not have to pretend it is hard to speak with Porthos pounding into him, his weight and those powerful thrusts forcing the breath from Aramis faster than he can drag it in. He shifts in search of a deeper lungful and feels Porthos drag against that hot, bright place inside of him and begins to keen.

"Porthos," he cries, dizzy and yearning with every part of him for release, for air, for Porthos to fuck him until he finally without sense. "It is too much, too good. I cannot bear it."