Aramis loses himself for long moments, held up by Porthos' broad hands alone, but little by little his head clears, and he realizes Porthos is barely moving. Returning sluggishly into motion, Aramis lifts his hips, crying out softly each time Porthos' cock brushes that still buzzing place inside of him. He wraps his arms around Porthos' neck and leans in close. "Here we are," he murmurs in Porthos' ear as they find the rhythm. "So hard and thick in me, Porthos. I can't wait to feel you spend."