Porthos doesn't answer him at first, intent to do nothing but bring him pleasure by way of his mouth until he's ready to ease off. "I'd rather you made noise," is his growled reply, eagerly coaxed on by Aramis' hands in his hair (now long and nearly twice the length it'd been when they first arrived here in Darrow). He pins him harder to the wall, hands on his hips, and returns to what he's been doing, desperate to bring Aramis pleasure.