Porthos toys with the third button slowly, allowing both hands to have to work at the puzzle, cautious and careful as he pries it loose, a soft smile on his lips. "You don't get to be freed yet," Porthos promises. "But I want it close at hand for when I do want it. The last thing I'd want is to be so cruel as to leave you without release," he says, as if he's only offering charity. Undone goes the third button and Porthos takes his time avoiding the shirt for now, shifting down Aramis' body to slide his palms up those silk-clad calves and knees and thighs.

Resting his chin on Aramis' thigh, he peers up with a sad little look. "In a way, it's almost a shame you aren't a woman. I can give a woman pleasure with my mouth for hours while she climaxes again and again. I know that from experience."