Aramis shivers for the simple touch, nearly innocent against his shirt, yet as intimate as a heated kiss from the man giving it. Aramis traces his fingertips over Athos' knuckles in turn, throwing a quelling look over Athos' shoulder at Porthos.
"We need not get to them all tonight," he says with a smile, disengaging from Athos with reluctance. It is not a moment too soon, for in his wake, he feels the rush of air as Porthos grabs and sweeps Athos over his shoulder. Aramis laughs and heads into the bedroom, dimming the lights just a touch before he sits on the edge of the bed to lie back on his elbows.
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Date: 2015-03-02 07:05 am (UTC)"We need not get to them all tonight," he says with a smile, disengaging from Athos with reluctance. It is not a moment too soon, for in his wake, he feels the rush of air as Porthos grabs and sweeps Athos over his shoulder. Aramis laughs and heads into the bedroom, dimming the lights just a touch before he sits on the edge of the bed to lie back on his elbows.