Aramis had been right. Those eyes looking at him like this is more than enough and if it weren't, the whole situation is. Aramis and Athos both on their knees before them, like he's something to be cherished and served and wanted. When he comes, his whole face crumples with adoration and gratitude, gasping Athos' name as he wildly reaches out and finds Aramis' hair, grasping those much-beloved strands to hold onto as he throws his head back and comes, his sigh turning into a low, content moan.
"So blue," is all he manages, when he calms his heart. "Your eyes are so, so blue."
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Date: 2015-03-07 11:27 pm (UTC)"So blue," is all he manages, when he calms his heart. "Your eyes are so, so blue."