Eyebrows climbing, Aramis strips the last of his clothing in a rush and steps in behind Athos, pressing him deeper into the spray with a kiss. "I did promise your hair a good lathering," he says when they break apart, though Aramis does not go far, fingers dragging down Athos' ribs. "In the bath, I think, lest Porthos get lonely."
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Date: 2016-05-22 03:59 am (UTC)