Athos inclines his head slightly, conceding both their points. Their lurid imaginations are bottomless, but Athos is rarely in a position to complain. Shooting Aramis a smirk, he pushes Porthos back to lie upon the bed, straddling his torso as he leans down to kiss him languidly. When they break for air, he nudges’ his nose against Porthos’, and then begins to mark a trail of kisses down his neck, knowing the man could throw him over if he wanted to. The thought is thrilling in its own way, for Athos is in control, and yet not in control, and though hid nerves still tingle with uncertain anticipation, he wants all of it, desperately.
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Date: 2016-05-30 11:44 pm (UTC)