Athos whines as their bodies press together and Aramis latches his mouth onto his throat. Porthos’ suggestion is tempting, but too much for him to grasp onto without fear; he feels as though he is falling down a well, trying to cling to slippery walls with no success, and even knowing that all that waits below is a warm embrace, terror still grips him. His heart is just too full for much more boldness.
He ducks his head away from Aramis’ mouth, burying his face against the other man’s shoulder where it meets his neck so that he might hide his flush of shame. Surely, he will disappoint them now. “Just touch me,” he says to both of them, voice gruff.
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Date: 2015-03-08 02:55 am (UTC)He ducks his head away from Aramis’ mouth, burying his face against the other man’s shoulder where it meets his neck so that he might hide his flush of shame. Surely, he will disappoint them now. “Just touch me,” he says to both of them, voice gruff.