(no subject)

[somepoorsoul]

Athos awakens in a weary haze of memories. Though the clock tells him it is mid-morning, he feels simultaneously like he has slept for days and not at all. A few moments pass before he realizes why he cannot shake the sights as senses of his childhood - the smell of forget-me-nots, Catherine’s bright red hair (he has not even thought of her for ages), Thomas’ boyish laughter. Then he remembers, and he exhaustedly presses the heels of his hands into his eyes.

He is tempted to remain abed until someone comes looking, but that would only delay his shame, and anyway, Athos is too honorable. He dresses slowly in garments that once again seem familiar as he tries to piece together the last few days, memories coming to him as though being relayed by someone else. Sheepishly, he misses the body and heart of his youth; he had been frightened and shy, world-weary too soon, but free and unfettered in a way he has not felt in some time.

Unfettered, perhaps, but also a fool. He has matters to explain, and hearts to mend.

When Athos carefully comes downstairs, his eyes are red-rimmed, and though he has tried to put himself back together, he knows he must still appear out-of-sorts. He can already smell coffee, thank goodness. But whether or not Aramis and Porthos will welcome his company is something he has yet to discover.

Comments

[somepoorsoul]

Athos smirks softly in return, brushing his thumb up and down Porthos’ cheek. “Patience,” he murmurs again, watching Porthos intently. His body is still lazy and pliable, nowhere near ready for another round, but there is still plenty of pleasure to be found in watching the two of them pant and moan, and he does not intend to miss a moment of it.

[du_vallon]

Porthos is already weak with it, moaning and writhing as each additional movement of Aramis' fingers brings him new pleasures that build on the last. His brow furrows, a desperate look in his eyes as he tries so hard to draw this out. He bows his forehead to Athos' as he leans down to kiss him slowly, with more measure and patience than before.

"We missed you," he murmurs, feeling his heart ache with how much he'd missed Athos for those two weeks. "Felt like we'd lost a limb."

[afineseamstress]

Hearing the ache in Porthos' voice, Aramis leans in and kisses his thigh, watching them after. "It's better now," he says to both of them, hoping that bare bodies tangled and untangled and twined again will heal them all. He looks down and finds that it's this as much as anything that finally moves his cock to fill, a desire to make the three of them whole again, and his own ability to help. Aramis reaches down and begins to stroke himself, needing just a touch more to offer Porthos.

[somepoorsoul]

“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."

[du_vallon]

Porthos glances back before the kiss, a tenderness flowing into it that almost takes him by surprise given how easy and settled it is, how he leans into it with such affection and when he hears the words for what he thinks might be the first time, something in him breaks and a relieved sob gets caught in his throat. "Us, too," he vows. "So much, Athos, we love you so much."

[afineseamstress]

Important as his task might be, Aramis can hardly remain so far away for that, and he pulls free of Porthos so he can see Athos properly, clean hand catching his cheek before they are distracted by another kiss. "Please say it again."

[somepoorsoul]

Athos flushes at the sudden attention, turning to look at Aramis with eyes bright and wide. He swallows back a lump in his throat, fingers still dancing lightly over Porthos’ back. He has thought the words so many times, even spoken them in different circumstances and with different intent, and now saying them feels like the most natural thing in the world, and yet full of meaning. “I love you,” he repeats in a shaky whisper.

[du_vallon]

It seems mad not to reward him for the loveliest words Porthos has heard all day, and swiftly, Porthos bears down on Athos to cup his face in his hands, kissing him as hard as he can, indulging in the knowledge that Athos loves them, loves them enough to say it, to tell people, and it feels finally like permanency. He eases off to give Aramis a chance, holding so tight to Athos' hips, as if he's scared to let him go.

[afineseamstress]

Aramis smiles down at Athos, certain the words will come again even as Athos musters the will to say them, and he is still smiling when Porthos and Athos again break apart. "Thank you," he whispers back, for he knows how brave Athos has been for them, how much he risks even now, and leans down to kiss his cheeks. "He is quite right. I do love you. To distraction sometimes."

His smile widens, for he is quite aware of Porthos still in need. "I can't recall what I was up to at all."

[somepoorsoul]

Athos arches into the kiss, gripping Porthos by the shoulders as he returns it with equal fierceness. The embrace leaves him breathless - not so much out of passion as from the fullness in his heart, his relief and awe at every moment that has brought him here. His eyes are wet, but he barely realizes it as he lifts a brow at Aramis. “Come now,” he quips, voice rough despite his attempt at levity. “Do not be cruel."

[du_vallon]

Porthos is already well on his way to pouting when Aramis insists that he's forgotten what he's doing, reaching back to give his arse a hearty smack as if to remind him, a pointed brow rising as he kisses Athos firmly on the lips, nodding towards the back. "Go on," he insists to Aramis. "Don't act dim."

[afineseamstress]

He is perhaps a bit too well trained now, for the sharp slap makes his cock thicken all the more, and Aramis laughs. "I am dim," he insists, "No blood left to fuel my thoughts at all." But he ambles back on his knees, thighs still shaky from before, but nowhere near spent.

Taking Porthos' urgency at his word, Aramis takes him by the hips and lines himself up, pushing into Porthos' tight heat without further delay. Below, he knows that Athos is watching Porthos take it, and Aramis is thankful he has recently spent, else he would not last long with these thoughts at all.

[somepoorsoul]

Athos sighs into the kiss, a soft chuckle on his lips when they part. He watches Porthos with gentle wonder as Aramis enters him, and though Athos only lies there, he swears he feels the shudder of lightning travel up his own spine. "Porthos," he whispers, voice a little shaky. Only days ago he had been a lonely, unsure version of himself, struggling so hard to be something he thought he had to be, something dictated by blood and paternal edict. He is a different man now, precisely where he chooses to be. And in this moment, it is perfect.

[du_vallon]

Porthos is so used to this, but he's not used to it happening while Athos is beneath him, making him feel as if he's been bracketed with such perfection that makes him writhe and moan and hiss with it, panting downwards as he leans into a hard kiss, thrusting his arse back to push Aramis deeper inside him, a selfish and sudden act that he can't imagine Aramis being upset with.

[afineseamstress]

Well used to Porthos' bodily demands, Aramis grins and grips his hips more firmly, pushing deep. "Worth the wait, was it?" he asks as lightly as he can when Porthos is squeezing like heaven itself around him, setting a slow, deep rhythm he knows will unravel Porthos bit by bit, for he is eager to draw this out for Athos and Porthos both. "Are his eyes open or closed, Athos?"

[somepoorsoul]

“Open,” Athos murmurs, sounding a little breathless despite himself after Porthos’ rough kisses. He grips Porthos by the shoulders, chest rising and falling as he stares into his deep brown eyes, wondering if he might lose himself in them and never come out. “He looks wild."

[du_vallon]

Porthos growls, as if to show Athos what wild truly looks like, bearing down on him to stop his talking, kiss him harder than before, and drag his nails into Athos' sides as he holds on, rocking forward and dragging his hard cock against Athos' body.

[afineseamstress]

Aramis imagines he can feel that growl reverberate around him, and he grins and closes his eyes, letting himself enjoy the feel of Porthos' skin against his hands, the tight velvety slick of him as he thrusts inside, the sounds the two of them make below as he works. "Do you like it when he holds you roughly?" he asks of Athos, for he knows that flex of Porthos' shoulders. "I do."

[somepoorsoul]

Athos moans with startled hunger as the kiss overtakes him, and he arches with need into Porthos’ trembling body. He has meant to wait before touching Porthos, to extend this moment, but now he only wants to drag more pleasure from the man, and on Aramis’ next thrust, he grasps Porthos’ cock and begins to stroke. Athos can barely manage a small sound of agreement to Aramis’ question, but surely the response of his body is answer enough.

[du_vallon]

Porthos only kisses Athos with a little more hunger than before when he's encouraged so sweetly, desperate to continue with these perfect, wonderful, amazing touches. He lets out a choked sob of relief when Athos takes him in hand, so that no matter where he moves (back or forward), one of them is giving him pleasure.

He breathes in raggedly as he eases back from the kiss to push against Aramis. "I can hold tighter," he vows roughly.

[afineseamstress]

"You'd best not hold back on my account," says Aramis, groaning when Porthos begins to meet him thrust for thrust. "Do you want it harder, cariño?" he gasps. "If you don't - oh - " Aramis sighs as Porthos squeezes just right around him. "If you don't paint Athos to his chin I will be disappointed."

[somepoorsoul]

“Hold as tight as you wish,” Athos whispers shakily, trying to keep his strokes steady and even, holding back from the franticness flooding his veins. He wants Porthos to last, he wants, if he can, to make them come together, to fall apart as he watches with awe. Still, when he captures Porthos’ mouth for another kiss, the embrace is desperate and needy. Athos had not expected to want again so quickly, but these two drag need out of him like nothing he has experienced in quite a long time.

[du_vallon]

Happy to obey this command, Porthos grabs harder, digging his nail into Athos' hips until he makes marks and when he eases off and sees the pattern of them, feels the kiss, loses himself in Aramis all around him, that's when he lets out a ragged cry, coming and making an absolute mess of Athos' skin, as if he's been instructed to do just that.

[afineseamstress]

Feeling Porthos begin to lose himself, Aramis thrusts harder, clutching at Porthos to grind against that sweet spot inside him, and when he hears Porthos cry out and seize in pleasure, Aramis can't help but follow, coming draped against Porthos' back and grasping blindly for purchase on either man as he gasps and shudders.

[somepoorsoul]

Athos gazes at them with eyes wide, breath coming shakily as both men fall apart even more beautifully than he imagined. Need has coiled in his belly once again, he is hard with it, but for the time being he can only watch Aramis and Porthos in awe, fingers digging into Porthos’ skin where he clutches his shoulders.