Porthos' breathing is heavy, his chest rising and falling hard. "I knew that I'd be cutting the first one open to free you of it, after it had been on you long enough to make imprints in your skin," he mumbles, not trusting himself to look at Aramis' waist and the curve of that skin. "I didn't think you'd affect me like this. I thought I'd find you out in public already done up, only the hint of it. I thought it'd be revealed to me as I undressed you, but instead, you look...you look..."

He doesn't even have words for it. He is utterly and completely beyond all capability of proper thought. "The second is for you if ever we want to do this again. I knew I wouldn't last, but I didn't think it'd be like this," he pushes out the words in a long exhalation.