"Perhaps it will be like that," says Aramis, "Next time. I did not think either, Porthos." Letting his hands fall from his coat, Aramis sinks again to his knees. "If you do not touch me, you will keep your vow, only..." Reaching, Aramis wraps his hands around Porthos' hips, forehead bowed against the heat of his erection. "Let me touch you?"