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The night is damp and chilly for May, but that has not stopped the university’s young revelers from stumbling about in drunken celebration, even past midnight. Athos only ever comes this far north to visit the stables, and it is strange to be here so late at night, amongst the older, more scattered houses, stuffed full of students nine months out of the year. Outside the university, neighborhoods fall away to countryside fairly quickly; it is no surprise that so many could so easily go missing.

Athos has spoken little during their late-night trek to the edge of campus, thoughts focused, as best he can, on the task at hand. Is he glad that Porthos agreed to come along, or nervous? He still trusts Porthos with his life, and always will, but he fears that the man has been guilted or coerced into this venture. Believing what he does (knowing what he does), why would he follow Athos anywhere?

But they are here now. Athos leans against a lamppost that leaves him half-illuminated. Celebrants are now stumbling home in ones and twos, and fewer of them seem out and about. If the vampires intend to strike tonight, it will likely be soon, now that most students have gone home, leaving the more foolish (and the more drunk) to venture into the darkness alone and vulnerable. He glances at Aramis, their "bait" for the night, and then, briefly, meets Porthos' gaze. “Still up for this?" he asks them both.

Date: 2016-06-01 09:50 pm (UTC)
du_vallon: (sword)
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"I love you too," Porthos replies, trying not to make it sound flippant because he knows that Athos needs to hear the truth of it in his words right now. He digs his fingers through Athos' hair as he gives him a tender-hearted look, fond as anything. "I never stop, I never will, just the same as Aramis never will."

Date: 2016-06-02 12:48 am (UTC)
afineseamstress: (Close talking.)
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Aramis works Athos open, entertaining himself by matching each catch of the man's breath to another twist of his fingers, and before long he is sitting back. "I think that will be enough," he says, grasping Athos' hips in slippery fingers. "Shall I help you down?"

Date: 2016-06-02 01:13 pm (UTC)
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There is nothing in the world more beautiful and wonderful and incredible than being able to watch Athos lose control from such a close vantage point. His heart skips a rapid beat, sliding his thumbs slowly up Athos' sides as he digs in, running them over Aramis' hands in order to hold onto both of them at once.

"Gently, now," he coaxes softly, with a fond smile. "There you are, there you are, Athos," he continues, like he's talking to a spooked horse. "I've got you."

Date: 2016-06-03 12:57 am (UTC)
afineseamstress: (Sincere.)
From: [personal profile] afineseamstress
Aramis kisses Athos' throat as he settles, giving in to the urge to let his hands wander, over Athos' belly and chest, his sides, down the curves of his arse and even below, brushing the place where he and Porthos are joined. Aramis sighs, contentment and want all at once, and waits for Athos to adjust.

Date: 2016-06-03 01:22 pm (UTC)
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Porthos, for his part, has no intention to move. He plans to let Athos do as much of it for him as possible. He does gasp, softly, when Aramis' hand is there unexpectedly and his hips buck upwards, pushing him further into Athos without really meaning to. Apology swiftly falls over his face, but it vanishes with a rueful smile because he's not that sorry.

"Oh, lapin, you're so warm," he sighs.

Date: 2016-06-04 02:02 am (UTC)
afineseamstress: (Nude rude surprise.)
From: [personal profile] afineseamstress
Aramis hums for the buck, knowing very well how such a thrust feels inside, and relishes the sensation of his own aching cock against Athos' smooth back. "You will entice me to remain where I am," he laughs breathlessly.

Date: 2016-06-04 04:58 pm (UTC)
du_vallon: (boyish)
From: [personal profile] du_vallon
Porthos had never really thought too hard about what Athos would look like undone, before all this. He'd let his imagination stray to kisses and touches, but never so far as to think about him like this, and god, but he can't help the wonder in his eyes as he stares at Athos now, glancing at Aramis with a teasing smirk. "C'mon, chou. Don't leave our darling waiting."

Date: 2016-06-04 09:00 pm (UTC)
afineseamstress: (Up close.)
From: [personal profile] afineseamstress
Aramis thrusts forward for one last tantalizing drag of pleasure and obliges, settling in on his elbow next to Porthos as he considers. After a moment of watching them move, he slings his arm across Porthos' torso to brace on the other side, levered just high enough to receive Athos' cock as he lifts himself. Aramis opens his mouth and lets him slide loosely through his hand, taking Athos along his tongue the next time he rises.

Date: 2016-06-05 06:00 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] du_vallon
Clever, clever man. Porthos knows he loves him for a reason and this is just one of many. He stares up at Athos with sheer wonder, giving a punctuated little snap of his hips to see if he can't steal all those pretty little words from Athos' lips, even more than they already are gone.

Date: 2016-06-05 08:37 pm (UTC)
afineseamstress: (Intent.)
From: [personal profile] afineseamstress
Aramis relaxes his mouth and throat, his arm holding him steadily in place as Athos moves and curses and groans. He keeps a hand at his arse, guiding him as best he can as pleasure threatens to rob Athos of precision.

Date: 2016-06-06 02:23 pm (UTC)
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Well, that's unexpected. Not entirely, because that's the whole point of what they're doing, but his thrill shows on his face when Athos comes so soon, like a child who's been giving a treat and a toy for a job well done. "Aramis," he murmurs. "Come up here and kiss me so I can taste him."

Date: 2016-06-08 11:30 pm (UTC)
afineseamstress: (Yeah?)
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Aramis hums in encouragement when he sees the telltale tremor of Athos' thighs, and he swallows him completely, not letting a drop past his lips. When he pulls off him at last, Aramis kisses his belly, grinning briefly up at him. "Can you bear to keep moving on him?" he asks, postponing Porthos' request for just a moment.

Date: 2016-06-09 03:18 am (UTC)
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"Yes, sir, Captain, sir," is a throaty growl that he gives with a wink in Aramis' direction, waiting expectantly for the kiss that's about to come as he lazily thrusts upwards, inclined to drag this out as long as he can and as long as he wants to, because this isn't something to be rushed.

Date: 2016-06-09 04:51 am (UTC)
afineseamstress: (Up close.)
From: [personal profile] afineseamstress
Turning away from the tantalizing sight of Athos spent and still riding Porthos' cock, Aramis lays himself next to Porthos and curls in to kiss him, his mouth falling open when his own neglected cock brushes the firm skin of Porthos' side. He closes his eyes, losing himself for a moment to the act of sharing Athos' taste.

Date: 2016-06-10 11:47 am (UTC)
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Porthos shivers for the order, his eyes widening at the command as he nods and turns towards Aramis, shifting up as he still seeks out his climax, one hand clinging hard to Athos' hip while the other seeks out Aramis, his palm sliding over his neck and through his hair, kissing him like he's been aching for it, hips still snapping up lazily.

"Hey, trouble," he murmurs, soft and loving, right into that kiss as he gives Aramis, eyes half-lidded as if drugged with pleasure.

Date: 2016-06-12 09:46 pm (UTC)
afineseamstress: (Eyes closed.)
From: [personal profile] afineseamstress
Aramis smiles for the moniker, moaning as Porthos touches him everywhere but where he most needs it. He catches his wrist and drags his hand down to wrap it around his cock, hips arching the moment he manages to close that hot, calloused hand around himself. Aramis pulls his mouth away and looks down, his eyes locked on where Porthos disappears into Athos' body. Groaning, Aramis closes his eyes and thinks that the three of them should not be legal.

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