Porthos lets out a choked sob when Aramis' mouth begins its work, with a layer yet between skin and lips. He's so beautiful from where Porthos stands and he wants so badly to fist his hand into Aramis' hair and tug until it stings. Instead, he reaches back to do that to the blankets, holding them instead of Aramis as his hips thrust forward. "Please," he begs.

"I want you to lose your breath, just enough so that everything goes light and pale," he murmurs, staring down at them. "And then I'm going to tear that thing off you and have you on this bed."