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With Aramis' birthday around the corner, Porthos has taken to doing a great deal of shopping. Who'd have known it would take so very long to find a proper Naval Officer's uniform in the exact blue he's after. He finds it, though, with only a few days to spare. When Aramis' birthday is actually upon them, he sets the outfit on the bed and makes himself scarce while Aramis is in the shower, leaving a note that informs Aramis he's to wear it and then he's to go to a little shop on the outskirts of town near the docks in order to pick up some office supplies.

For Porthos' part, he's done up his nails in black varnish and smeared his eyes with kohl, changing out his normal earring for something a touch gaudier. The bandanna is tied up and he's wearing only a leather vest over nothing at all (and though Porthos had debated piercing a nipple, he hadn't gone quite that far, though he did buy a clip-on). Leather trousers from the shoot and his own thick boots finish the appearance, along with his sword affixed to his belt.

He whistles as he wanders through town with the rest of the supplies he needs. There's a boat in a slip waiting for them and all he needs is his pretty young lieutenant prince to kidnap.

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Aramis pulls back to look at him, arching a brow. "I survived ten years in His Majesty's Navy a secret abomination to them. I did my duty despite the danger, and I felt myself a better man for it." Better, but still incomplete. "I am already here, and we are already twined together. Do you think you could truly force me to do anything I did not want?"

He's already shaking his head no, partially because he doesn't think Aramis could be so easily driven to anything and partially because Porthos isn't ready to give him up just yet. "No," he says, somewhat relieved by that fact. "No, I don't think so." Grinning now, he bites his lip. "More, please," he encourages.

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"Thank the Lord," Aramis murmurs with a faint smile, for he had not fancied spending their day assuaging the worries of Porthos' fake persona when he could be making him scream instead. "A bit more now," he tells him, pushing a third finger inside, moving all three deeper within Porthos.

Under his breath, he swears in salty Spanish -- picked up on the high seas after long enough (when really it was researched exhaustively when he'd been planning this). "Yes, Aramis, oh my god," he begins to babble, a low undercurrent of nonsense in his tone as he stares at him with wonder. "You're incredible."

"It is good?" asks Aramis, as if he does not know, thrilling a little to see the huge pirate coming undone beneath him, curses he has never heard before on his lips. "Do you want more?" Aramis swallows, cock swollen and aching again for the sight below. "May I have you?"

Porthos nods, breathlessly, unable to do much more than that as he starts to come apart with the prospect of more divine bliss at his fingertips. He reaches out to stroke Aramis' cock, eager for it to be inside him. "Yes, yes, you may," he agrees, groaning as his back arches off the bed. "Make love to me? Please?"

"Yes," Aramis exhales, biting his lip for the touch of Porthos' fingers. Hastily, he pours more oil into his hand, slicking his cock and wiping the rest against the sheets.

"We will try it like this first," he says, lifting Porthos' leg. "I would like to see you if I may."

"I spend so long on the riggings, I'm well flexible enough," Porthos vows, his eyes lit up with hope and anticipation, pretending that this will be his first time all over again and he still remembers his actual first with Aramis, nervous that the wings would come out and so happy they'd finally gotten there. "I couldn't bear to do this without seeing your sweet face."

Aramis must lean down and kiss him for that, lingering as close as he can contort himself when he lines himself up, shuddering for the heat he can already feel at the head of his cock. "Deep breath," he says, and begins to push slowly inside. It is wonderful, right from the start, each new tiny bit he sinks another ecstasy, and Aramis gapes down at Porthos, hoping it is the same for him.

Porthos inhales deeply, pretending as though he is unprepared for this rather than his body knowing the intimate ways of Aramis' down to his toes. His eyes are starry as he gapes up, wrapping his free hand around Aramis' bicep while his other stays entwined in his hair, twisting and grappling it as he holds on as best as he can. "You're inside me," he says, with awe and wonder. "I can feel you, like we're connected."

"You are so tight," Aramis breathes, sinking in further still. "I almost fancy I can feel your heart beating around me. It is good, yes?" he asks, fingers tight around Porthos' thigh, for he needs to hear it. He must make this good for Porthos. "You like this?"

"Yes," he promises, a vow he makes again and again once he's uttered the word, breathless and repeated until he's sworn the word at least twenty times, keening for Aramis as he thinks he can feel his heart beating so loudly that it echoes in his ears. "I do, like this, I do," he agrees. "I could want this each day and it would still never be enough. You?" he asks, eyes wide as he stares up at Aramis desperately. "Do you like it?"

"Yes," Aramis answers, eyes closing as he bottoms out. He trembles, caught between exquisite heat and pleasure, an itch in his hips that tells him he must move. Experimentally, Aramis pulls his hips back and sinks in again, groaning as delight takes him. "You are a wonder, Porthos," he swears, falling into a careful rhythm. "You feel incredible."

Porthos moves his hand up to Aramis' hip to help coax him along, eager to bring him into him (in and out steadily) and he grasps one of Aramis' hands to shove it to his torso, eager to have him tease Porthos with the ring clipped to his nipple, as if to match the one in his ear. "Don't stop," he pleads. "Aramis, you're so good, you're so...just don't stop."

Spurred on by Porthos' pleas, Aramis lets his hips shift faster, groaning again as the pleasure only increases. He touches the hot flesh beneath his hand, fingertips brushing the metal, and he wonders what it must feel like to the man beneath. Shifting a little, Aramis begins to thrust harder, pulling faintly at the ring in Porthos' nipple as he watches his face.

Porthos lets out a yelp, surprised at how tightly the clamped thing has held. He hadn't pierced it actually, but there's a part of him that's debating it, since he knows it can go in and out, as much as the one in his ear can. "Fuck," he spits out the genuinely surprised pleasurable moan, not having expected it to feel so good. In combination with the harder thrusts, Porthos doesn't think he'll need to be touched at all to come.

Grinning down at him between heaving breaths, Aramis lowers his mouth to Porthos' other nipple, taking it between his lips to pinch and worry as his hips continue to move. In the back of his mind, he knows that he could fuck Porthos for hours, but this is meant to be their first time, and he lets himself be eager, panting when he lifts up again and takes Porthos' mouth in a kiss as deep as his hips are rolling.

Porthos is sweating and writhing genuinely now, his body shivering for the pleasure he's been feeling and how raw it makes him feel. Aramis is everywhere, as far as he knows. Everything is Aramis and Porthos lets out a whimper as he kisses him back, his nipple stinging and pink, the other quick to follow, and his cock so hard it aches to the point of heightened sensitivity. It would only take a touch, now.

"Will you come in me?" Porthos pleads. "Please?"

"I want that," Aramis moans, pulling back to look at him, his huge, dark body all but quivering beneath Aramis as he moves. He still looks otherworldly in the foreign light of the cabin, but for now he is Aramis'. "Tell me again," he says, shifting Porthos' hips so he can find a way in even deeper. "Why you took me, of all the men at port to barter with."

"Because you're beautiful," he confesses, each thrust evoking a deep moan. "And you're kind," he adds, eyes falling shut even though he'd said he wanted to watch Aramis' face through all of it. "And witty and you sing such pretty sea shanties and any pirate could fall in love with that, even though it's a Navy man who has every right to hate him."

"I did not know you were listening," Aramis replies, slipping against Porthos as their bodies continue to slick with sweat, the both of them yearning for release now. "We might have done this sooner." Closing his eyes, Aramis opens them again, looking at Porthos with determination. "Say you'll take me with you. Say it and I'll spend."

"I'm always at the docks," Porthos says, always in the alleys and the darkness, looking to see which slaver's ships would be leaving and which they would intercept. He always gives the crew a choice of freedom or joining up, which is how he's come to possess so many crewmates. "If you want, I'll never let you regret it," he vows. "I'll bring you on, let you work your way to being the first mate I know you're capable of being. I'll take you, Aramis, I swear I'll take you."

The thought of it is terrifying, but exciting, too, leaving everything he knows behind for a new chance at honor among thieves. Aramis groans, reaching down to stroke Porthos firmly as his own body begins to shudder and heave, orgasm at last forcing rational thought from his mind as he spends deep within Porthos.

Porthos lets out a sharp sound when Aramis takes him in hand, his whole body reacting instantly. Between all the sensitivity he's been put through and all the marks Aramis has left on his body, the spill of his seed in him and his hand on him are the last things he needs. Letting out a desperate cry, he comes all over Aramis, making an absolute mess of him before he wraps his arms tightly around Aramis' body, unwilling to let him go so easily.

Already undone, Aramis whines for the hot splash of Porthos' seed against him, and he collapses atop him, helpless to do more than shake and mouth at his sweaty skin. At length, he turns his cheek against Porthos' chest, asking his husband when he says, "Is that piercing real?"