"It is so tight," Aramis gasps, and he does not have to pretend it is hard to speak with Porthos pounding into him, his weight and those powerful thrusts forcing the breath from Aramis faster than he can drag it in. He shifts in search of a deeper lungful and feels Porthos drag against that hot, bright place inside of him and begins to keen.

"Porthos," he cries, dizzy and yearning with every part of him for release, for air, for Porthos to fuck him until he finally without sense. "It is too much, too good. I cannot bear it."