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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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[du_vallon]

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.

[afineseamstress]

As much as he has enjoyed them, Aramis is almost jealous of the panties and the silks, greedily catching most of Porthos' release. He catches only a few drops on his skin, and Aramis reaches down to rub them in, rubbing even more after when the motion soothes the sore marks on his ribs and chest. He turns his head when Porthos arrives next to him, stretching his neck to kiss his cheek. "I love you," he answers, "And that was pretty, indeed. Porthos."

Aramis shakes his head, a tired and incredulous smile on his lips. "That was...every part of that was...it was incredible."

[du_vallon]

Porthos grins like an idiot and a madman combined, thinking that he still isn't sure how pretty a thing that had been, between the two of them, but he's willing to take Aramis at his word. He strokes his fingers through Aramis' hair tenderly and soft. "You were incredible," he praises. "I've never been that aroused," he confesses with a soft laugh. "The sight of you in that corset and these things," he remarks, unclasping the suspenders one by one to slowly slide them off.

"Are you okay? You sort of went out like a light for a moment, there."

[afineseamstress]

"I cannot describe it," Aramis admits, eyes wide. "For a moment it felt like I was dying, not in a frightening way but blissful and safe, held close and warm to God's breast." He laughs aloud. "Forgive me the blasphemy and the stroke to your ego. It was...powerful, Porthos. Thank you for giving me that. You drove me out of my mind today, from the very moment I pulled these lacy underthings onto my skin."

He lifts Porthos' hand to kiss it. "Everything was heightened."

[du_vallon]

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."

[afineseamstress]

Aramis squirms for the removal of his panties, beyond soiled and just beginning to stick to him, but Porthos' mouth is remarkably calming, warm against the pinched and stinging marks on Aramis' skin.

"It is for the best that you did not," he answers. "I am quite destroyed, and I want to have sex on every hour of our honeymoon. Had you saved these it would have been over as soon as it begun."

[du_vallon]

Porthos plays with the marks he's made on Aramis, fitting his fingertips into the grooves softly as he presses slow kisses to Aramis' neck, making a curious sound in his throat when something occurs to him. "What are we doing for our honeymoon?" he wonders. He'd never really planned to get married, so he really doesn't have any notions about what a honeymoon should look like. "Here? Maybe Athos can man the investigation business for a few days while we enjoy ourselves?"

[afineseamstress]

"That is no different than our normal days," laughs Aramis, turning his head happily for Porthos' mouth. "The modern custom is to take a trip, but we cannot go far. Perhaps a small place in the country where we will be truly alone, or one of those places near the pier. Or," he says, smile broadening, "That fine hotel we visited after I proposed."

[du_vallon]

Porthos glances up at Aramis, interest immediately showing when he mentions the country. "I like the notion of the country," he says, shifting so that he can rest his cheek against Aramis' chest to listen to his heart beating wildly away. It's only mid-afternoon, but Porthos needs to put on dinner at some point despite how much he wants to curl up and do nothing but sleep. "Some small inn or house. We could find horses and ride, practice with shooting and swords, enjoy the peace and quiet," he muses.

"It's a shame. I'd have liked to see all those places we travelled too, but without working. Rome, Vienna, London...they would've been amazing to see, in this modern time, I think."

[afineseamstress]

"They would," Aramis agrees, but he cannot stop the longing in his voice when he murmurs, "Horses. You are a fine mount, but I have missed riding a horse, Porthos."

Aramis settles back against the sheets. "A small country inn, with meals made for us like they would have been at home, horses and broad swathes of land, forest trees to kiss against." His smile turns sly. "Perhaps more. How have we not yet made love where the stars could see?"

[du_vallon]

Porthos laughs warmly when he's compared to a horse, pinching Aramis' hip playfully. "I am a fine mount," he agrees. "And you riding me is a picture," he promises, his thoughts turning somewhat dreamy as he thinks of what Aramis is describing. "Maybe because we're in a city at the moment and making love under the stars could get us arrested?" he points out. "Making Athos bail us out for that would be a strain on our friendship."

He groans as he stretches, wandering to the washroom to fetch a bowl of warm water and the washcloth, returning to slowly begin to clean Aramis up from the stray places he needs it.

[afineseamstress]

"And it will be cold outside that time of year," Aramis laments with a yawn, shivering for the path of the cloth against his sensitive skin, though the marks are slowly fading. Aramis finds that he will miss them, wishing he had the energy to stand and see them all in a mirror before they are gone.

"Porthos," he says, quirking a grin. "Take a picture?"

[du_vallon]

Porthos huffs out a bemused laugh as he rolls out of bed and wanders to grasp the camera, taking a photograph with his phone as he positions it so that it will capture Aramis fully, grinning at the image in the little frame. He switches it around so that Aramis can take a look at it. Once he hands over the phone, he takes his time slowly, slowly cleaning him again.

"We can go back to wherever we pick in the summer. Spread out a blanket, bring picnicking foods, and woo you," he murmurs fondly.

[afineseamstress]

Aramis takes the phone, smiling as he turns it this way and that to catch every inch of skin captured. "Another for the vision board," he says. "And I don't know how much wooing you'll need to do. I'm rather an easy sell, these days."

[du_vallon]

"Our vision board is quickly becoming a private matter," Porthos murmurs, the words pressed up against Aramis' skin as he gives him a bemused raise of his brow. "Are you an easy sell, hm? You're making it so that I might not need to put in any effort. No more nice clothes, all sweats. No more nice dinners, only the easy stuff," he teases, setting aside the cloth to hoist Aramis into his arms swiftly.

[afineseamstress]

"You enjoy the sight of me in finery too much to give that up," says Aramis with a knowing smile, "And you'd sooner give up that earring than your cooking." He slides his arms around Porthos' throat, winding fingers into his hair as he considers. "We should get a second board. Otherwise we will lose track of all our deviant plans."

[du_vallon]

Porthos cranes his head to the board, allowing Aramis' fingers to slowly slide their way up into his hair as he gives a pleased murmur. "One for our private fantasies? One for our wedding?" he suggests, his smile warm. He pries one of Aramis' hands out and places it on top of that earring to give him a chance to toy with it. "I could use a new one of these, you know. If you're aiming to give me anything."

[afineseamstress]

"You tire of this one?" asks Aramis, needing no urging to trace the small golden ring with his fingertips. "You have had it as long as I have known you." Considering it gone now, Aramis finds that he will miss it, but the ache won't be too much if it's he who replaces it. "Perhaps something to match your ring."

[du_vallon]

"And I like it, but I wouldn't mind a second," is all he feels compelled to point out. He doesn't want to move from his very comfortable position, but he knows he ought to in order to turn the oven on and prepare something. "It's not as if I'd take it out for good and wear nothing," he reasons, but grins when Aramis mentions his ring. He lifts it up to study in the light, smiling like an idiot. "This ring? This one right here? It's a lovely thing, chou, it truly is."

[afineseamstress]

"Well I have exquisite taste," says Aramis, "In rings and in men." He shifts up onto an elbow so he can gaze down at Porthos. The tenderness in his smile belies the teasing quirk of his mouth.

"Sparkling dark eyes, dimples I could fit my thumbs into, a smile fit to rival the sunrise...I gave that dream up for lost, naturally, but you are an excellent substitute."

[du_vallon]

Porthos is laughing before he can help himself, those dimples shining as he grins up at Aramis, sprawled on the bed until he can force himself into a sitting position, leaning in to steal a quick kiss from his cheek. "An excellent substitute, am I?" he challenges, but he's grinning. He rolls off the bed to fetch himself a pair of deep blue boxer-briefs that cling to him, dragging on something that Allison has called a 'henley' that's all greys, before kneeling on the bed and giving Aramis a challenging look as he drapes his St. Jude's pendant back over his head (having taken it off for yoga in the morning).

"What do I lack, dear, to be perfect? Hmm? I'm always keen on self-improvement."

[afineseamstress]

"Well," says Aramis, stretching languidly before he rolls onto his side, head pillowed against his hand as he gazes at him. "I did always want a lover who could fuck me insensate. Oh no, I did find that, didn't I?"

Grinning, Aramis reaches for Porthos, but his arm cannot stretch quite far enough. "Where are you going?"

[du_vallon]

"I have to turn on the oven," Porthos reminds him, though he doesn't go far. In fact, if anything, he leans a little closer, bowing his head to start pressing slow little kisses to the lines that the string had made. "I was going to make up spare-ribs soaked in sauce, along with some coleslaw, and bread." Another kiss, and he rubs his nose back and forth before he looks up. "Will you let me go for two minutes?" he asks his permission dutifully.

[afineseamstress]

The food does sound delicious, and Aramis finds he wants to eat almost as much as he wants to sleep. Perhaps this way he may have both. Those ribs always take some time to cook, and they could sleep curled together, waking to a glorious meal. "Stay within view as much as possible," he barters. "And bend at every opportunity."

[du_vallon]

Porthos grins wickedly as he curves the line of his body up smoothly to steal a kiss from Aramis' lips, easing back and away in order to open the bedroom door widely to head to the kitchen. Once there, he does precisely as Aramis has requested. He bends, arse in Aramis' direction as he hauls out the pots, running his sleeves up to his elbows before he breaks down the ribs and sets them in a pot of boiling water to tenderize them, a timer on for a few hours.

When he's through, he wanders back to Aramis' side and takes in the wonderful view of his bare body. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs fondly, sitting down next to him so he can splay his palm on his chest, moving it slowly up and down. "I think you know it, but you have no idea how beautiful you really are."