“I’m here,” Athos agrees, his stomach twisting with warmth, and fondness, and the ache of love. He kisses Porthos tenderly this time, running his hands over the man’s shorn head and trailing his fingers down his back. He swallows hard, and though he gazes into Porthos’ eyes, his next whispered words are meant for both of them. “I love you."
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Date: 2015-05-26 12:55 am (UTC)