Heart in his throat, Athos tightens his hands at Aramis’ hips and leans over Aramis to kiss him, realizing as he does that he has not done so yet today, and what a pity that is. Perhaps if he is very lucky, another day in which he does not kiss Aramis will never come to pass. Athos was once a rather romantic man – to the point of foolhardiness, even – and though he even now believes that he has left those overblown hopes and dreams behind him, the way his stomach twists now surely proves that there is more of his younger self left within him than he admits.
Hooking his fingers at the hem of Aramis’ boxers, he does as instructed and divests him of the rest of his clothing. “Tell me how to touch him,” he asks Porthos, his voice low, intent gaze never leaving Aramis’ face.
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Date: 2015-03-04 07:45 pm (UTC)Hooking his fingers at the hem of Aramis’ boxers, he does as instructed and divests him of the rest of his clothing. “Tell me how to touch him,” he asks Porthos, his voice low, intent gaze never leaving Aramis’ face.