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[somepoorsoul]

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.

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[du_vallon]

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.

[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.

[somepoorsoul]

Athos has no interest in apologies, anyway; he groans at the feeling of that unexpected thrust, for Porthos' cock nudges against that spot inside him that always makes him tremble with pleasure. He continues to move, taking Porthos' deeper with each rock of his hips, senses becoming fragmented as his need builds. "You better not," he says with a shaky, breathless smile, for now that the thought has been fixed upon his mind, he cannot escape the need he has to feel Aramis' mouth upon him.

[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."

[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.

[somepoorsoul]

Athos groans, lightning shooting up his spine as Aramis takes him in his mouth. Now, every move he makes earns him a new kind of pleasure, leaving him panting and gasping. For all their sakes, he tries to keep his movements steady and slow, but doing so requires all his control. “Oh yes, oh please-“ the words tumble over his lips between gasps. “Fuck, yes-"

[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.

[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.

[somepoorsoul]

“Porthos,” he gasps as the man thrusts further inside him. Damn it all, he loves this, and loves Aramis and Porthos both for giving it to him, Only with them has he managed to entirely quiet the voices that tell him that what he desires most is shameful. Athos draws out his pleasure for as long as he can, but finally he tips his head back, moaning shakily as he comes into Aramis’ mouth.

[du_vallon]

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."

[afineseamstress]

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.

[somepoorsoul]

Athos is still trembling, head thrown back, but he manages a nod. He is certainly not going to rob Porthos of his own pleasure. As soon as he has regained enough of his senses to do so, he begins to move again. Mouth curving into a self-satisfied smile, he looks down to meet Porthos’ gaze, eyes still darkened with pleasure. “Kiss him, then,” he tells Aramis, voice rough and raw.

[du_vallon]

"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.

[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.

[somepoorsoul]

Athos has adored seeing Aramis and Porthos tangled together since their early days as lovers. Now, though spent and hypersensitive after his climax, he still relishes the way they kiss. He can see the tremble of need go through Aramis as he presses against Porthos’ body, and he smirks breathlessly. His voice is still breathless and raw, but he manages to keep it steady. “Touch him,” he tells Porthos, and he has not missed the desire in the man’s eyes when he tells him what to do like this.

[du_vallon]

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.

[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.

[somepoorsoul]

With a self-satisfied twinkle in his eyes, Athos grinds on Porthos’ cock, watching the pleasure of the other two mount. “That’s it,” he murmurs, smirking with approval when Aramis finally forces Porthos to take him in hand. He thinks he could watch them all day, moving and gasping together in joy, and he believes he may have found the perfect vantage from which to do so.

[du_vallon]

"Not hesitant at all," Porthos says appreciatively, rocking upwards into Athos' tight heat and then stripping Aramis' cock with his palm, moaning at the heat all around him. He's sweating and his eyes must look a touch wild, unable to control himself, not even now.

"God," he gets out, strangled. "I'm so close."

[afineseamstress]

Aramis whines against Porthos' skin, too far behind him to join him at the edge, and he shifts into Porthos' grip, eyes peeled open to watch Athos as he grinds down. The man is smirking, spent and damp and smirking as he works Porthos' cock, and Aramis whines again. This is proving to be a delightful new venue for Athos' more lordly airs.

[somepoorsoul]

Athos finds himself smiling even more as both men writhe with need, and he tips his head back, moving with renewed speed and vigor. He has power over them both in this moment, and yes, he delights in it - more, admittedly, than he expected. “Do not hold back,” he murmurs, wanting very much to see Porthos fall apart.

[du_vallon]

Porthos knows that he's being allowed to break, but there's a part of him that keeps writhing and is so utterly desperate that his whole body aches with wanting this release. "Aramis," he gets out, gasping. "Athos," he moans, hips snapping up as he comes harder than he has in so very long.

[afineseamstress]

Porthos seizes up, spending into Athos with a guttural moan. Glad as he is to witness it, Aramis pulls out of his suddenly lax grip and takes himself in hand, driving himself to his own climax now that the others have found their own.

[somepoorsoul]

Even Athos groans as Porthos comes, the trembles of the other man’s orgasm coursing through him. Exhaustion hits him all at once; he continues to rock until Porthos is entirely spent, and then with a sigh, sinks shakily to Porthos’ side. Breathing hard, Athos buries his face in Porthos’ shoulder, murmuring against his skin. “That’s it,” he whispers, “yes… I love you…"

[du_vallon]

Porthos curls his hand around Athos' waist while the other seeks out Aramis as desperately as he can, trying to yank him in towards the pile. "C'mere," he says, muffled and a touch whiny. "You're too far from us."