"You could never be boring," Porthos growls at him, kissing him hungrily and wrapping his arms around Aramis' waist, but when the kiss is ended more abruptly than he likes, he only allows it because of Aramis' clever little ideas. "Should I be lying down somewhere?" he asks, eyes filled with interest as he sheds his t-shirt in a swift pluck of his fingers over the back, rustling his hair in the process.
He's already tugging Aramis to his feet, eager to find out where they're going next.
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He's already tugging Aramis to his feet, eager to find out where they're going next.