Aramis hums in answer, watching the flush creep over Athos' cheeks as he adds a third finger, stretching his mouth wider. "You mustn't scrape him with your teeth," Aramis murmurs, lips close to Athos' ear. "Our Porthos has no taste for pain, as you well know."
He smirks at Porthos, pushing his fingers deeper into Athos' mouth. "Don't try to take him all the way, that's a thing that takes some practice. Listen to the sounds he makes, you'll know what he enjoys and what he doesn't. It will feel good to you, too."
Pulling his fingers free of Athos' mouth, Aramis grabs his head and kisses him deeply, grinning when they break apart. "He can take you," he calls to Porthos. "Sit and let him kneel between your legs."
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Date: 2015-03-06 12:25 am (UTC)He smirks at Porthos, pushing his fingers deeper into Athos' mouth. "Don't try to take him all the way, that's a thing that takes some practice. Listen to the sounds he makes, you'll know what he enjoys and what he doesn't. It will feel good to you, too."
Pulling his fingers free of Athos' mouth, Aramis grabs his head and kisses him deeply, grinning when they break apart. "He can take you," he calls to Porthos. "Sit and let him kneel between your legs."