Athos pushes the dress-pants further down, making room for both of their hands, letting his fingers run over the exposed skin of Aramis’ lower back, hot and damp.
Aramis whimpers into the kiss, a low whine that gets a growl from Porthos in return.
Athos gathers some lube from the packet, spreading it between his fingers. He could just stay here, letting his eyes wander up from Aramis and Porthos kissing down to the two fingers of Porthos moving torturously slow.
His own join, first one, then two, moving in time with Porthos’ into Aramis who is trembling between them. His thumb brushes over the edge of Aramis’ hole, shiny with lube, stretched by their fingers. Porthos imitates him, a synchronized onslaught on Aramis’ senses. He can’t imagine to be this sensitive, this responsive.
Porthos’ low rumble breaks him out of his reverie and he tears his eyes away from his and Porthos’ fingers.
“Remember when we both had four fingers in you, hmm?” Porthos says it just loud enough to be heard, lips brushing against Aramis’ neck.
Aramis is hiding his face now which means he’s close, so close and there’ll be tears in his eyes but he nods, shaky and slow. “Yeah.”
“After we won the rugby match against Garance.” Athos supplies because he remembers too, the bruises on his and Porthos’ bodies; and Aramis spread between them, “your cheeks wet with tears, and being so so good.”
Aramis nods once more and comes, the softest tremors and sighs.
They’re careful afterwards, slowly easing away but staying close.
Porthos manages to produce a few clean tissues from somewhere and takes care of most of what is barely a fudged clean-up until Athos trudges into the ensuite and Aramis and Porthos follow with a barrage of half-hearted complaints.
“I wasn’t kidding.” Aramis says when they’re lying down again, this time they’re all up against the headboard. “Earlier, I mean.”
Porthos has his arm stretched out, his fingers running lightly over the back of Athos’ neck. “I know.”
Athos sighs. “Yeah. I know.”
Aramis grabs the remote and starts flicking through the channels.
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Re: FILL: Mal Ô Mains 3/3 - OT3, modern AU, semi-public, sensitive!Aramis
Date: 2014-08-24 10:34 am (UTC)Aramis whimpers into the kiss, a low whine that gets a growl from Porthos in return.
Athos gathers some lube from the packet, spreading it between his fingers. He could just stay here, letting his eyes wander up from Aramis and Porthos kissing down to the two fingers of Porthos moving torturously slow.
His own join, first one, then two, moving in time with Porthos’ into Aramis who is trembling between them. His thumb brushes over the edge of Aramis’ hole, shiny with lube, stretched by their fingers. Porthos imitates him, a synchronized onslaught on Aramis’ senses. He can’t imagine to be this sensitive, this responsive.
Porthos’ low rumble breaks him out of his reverie and he tears his eyes away from his and Porthos’ fingers.
“Remember when we both had four fingers in you, hmm?” Porthos says it just loud enough to be heard, lips brushing against Aramis’ neck.
Aramis is hiding his face now which means he’s close, so close and there’ll be tears in his eyes but he nods, shaky and slow. “Yeah.”
“After we won the rugby match against Garance.” Athos supplies because he remembers too, the bruises on his and Porthos’ bodies; and Aramis spread between them, “your cheeks wet with tears, and being so so good.”
Aramis nods once more and comes, the softest tremors and sighs.
They’re careful afterwards, slowly easing away but staying close.
Porthos manages to produce a few clean tissues from somewhere and takes care of most of what is barely a fudged clean-up until Athos trudges into the ensuite and Aramis and Porthos follow with a barrage of half-hearted complaints.
“I wasn’t kidding.” Aramis says when they’re lying down again, this time they’re all up against the headboard. “Earlier, I mean.”
Porthos has his arm stretched out, his fingers running lightly over the back of Athos’ neck. “I know.”
Athos sighs. “Yeah. I know.”
Aramis grabs the remote and starts flicking through the channels.