What Aramis is suggesting is so tempting that he lets out a desperate hitch of breath and finds himself hard at the thought of it, skin prickling with anticipation. He reaches forward and uses one hand to pin down Aramis' shoulder hard enough that he won't be able to move or buck backwards, the other hand responsible for shoving the underwear aside as he slides in with no warning, thinking back to some of the ladies of the night in Paris.

They hadn't been as gorgeous as Aramis, though, this he knows. His hips rock forward as he buries himself deep in Aramis, the lace sliding against the shaft of his cock, and he lets out a guttural moan of pleasure, staying exactly where he is. The other hand lets go of the panties and they nudge against him, a constant reminder. He moves the hand at his shoulder to thread in his hair, tugging him up for a hard kiss while he adjusts his grip to Aramis' hip to pin him hard there.

"You're gonna tell me you like it," he growls his instructions. "Describe it to me."