"Pajamas," Porthos admits, because even though he aches, he thinks he'll be far too tempted in the nudge for another round and his aching and sore body likely can't take it. He lets out a happy cry for the hand in his hair, drifting into Aramis' space to share in that kiss. "It's not so much the parapets as it was you in my arms after. I may have groped my fair share of your muscles," he confesses.
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Date: 2015-11-06 12:02 pm (UTC)