Aramis laughs in delight, nipping at the tendon in Porthos' neck. "This truly does excite you," he says, snaking a hand down between them to wrap around Porthos' cock. "I think I'd like to have you," he admits, "Right here in front of our home, while you tell me of the kitchen that turns you on so much. What of the counters?" he prompts, stroking Porthos. "Are they marble?"
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