Aramis growls, glad for Porthos' grip on his shoulders, the cradle of his body as he speeds towards completion. "Our home," he gasps, dropping down to wrap both arms around Porthos as he goes taut, groaning into Porthos' skin and spending at last deep within him. Whimpering a little for the force of it, Aramis shudders and at last lifts his head, pressing clumsy but earnest kisses to Porthos' face.