René d'Herblay, alias Aramis

As much as he has enjoyed them, Aramis is almost jealous of the panties and the silks, greedily catching most of Porthos' release. He catches only a few drops on his skin, and Aramis reaches down to rub them in, rubbing even more after when the motion soothes the sore marks on his ribs and chest. He turns his head when Porthos arrives next to him, stretching his neck to kiss his cheek. "I love you," he answers, "And that was pretty, indeed. Porthos."

Aramis shakes his head, a tired and incredulous smile on his lips. "That was...every part of that was...it was incredible."