René d'Herblay, alias Aramis

"Not yet, no," Porthos' voice is thick and hoarse with desire and want and love, rubbing his hand over Aramis' tender back, the strings having made marks as he'd imagined they would. His thumb traces the pattern of them as he gives another lazy thrust, thinking that he'd very much like to come on those panties, but he wants to make sure Aramis is okay to lose the sensation. "I'm going to pull out of you now. Is that okay?"