Athos would not have imagined that Aramis could be more spectacular to look upon than he already is, tense and prone beneath him, but then he spends, and becomes something truly perfect. Athos does not let up his touch until Aramis is entirely sated, and in those last throes of pleasure, he presses kisses to his temple, and jaw, and lips, swept away to breathlessness merely through watching him.
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Date: 2015-03-05 03:38 am (UTC)