Aramis exchanges a wild look with Porthos for that whimper, plucked straight from their imaginations and even sweeter in reality. He holds Porthos' gaze as he guides Athos' cock to his mouth, wanting to share this first taste with him, but his eyes fall closed as soon as that smooth, firm heat hits his tongue.
Aramis groans, hands curling around Athos' hips as he lowers himself, sucking at the velvet flesh inside his mouth gently at first, then growing in pressure as he begins to move. It is perfect, Athos is perfect, just as they knew he would be, and the only thing that could make this better would be the tug of fingers in his hair. It is by Aramis' own design that neither of his companions' fingers are free, but he whines with wanting anyway, eager for every pleasure.
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Date: 2015-03-03 06:49 pm (UTC)Aramis groans, hands curling around Athos' hips as he lowers himself, sucking at the velvet flesh inside his mouth gently at first, then growing in pressure as he begins to move. It is perfect, Athos is perfect, just as they knew he would be, and the only thing that could make this better would be the tug of fingers in his hair. It is by Aramis' own design that neither of his companions' fingers are free, but he whines with wanting anyway, eager for every pleasure.