"My rules, yes." Aramis turns, not trusting himself to meet Porthos' eyes, and when he does he knows he was right to fear it. Porthos looks hungry, and for all the times that Aramis has seen this, he knows this time is different. This is scintillating and new, a line they have not yet crossed, and Aramis is equally eager for it.

"I should get dressed," he agrees, and if he is cruel to push Porthos to bad behavior, he is more than capable of making it up to him. "But how shall I fit my trousers on over this?" Aramis looks down, gaze falling on his erection barely restrained against the lace and silk. "Women's undergarments are not at all constraining."