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Wearing the scarf that had been purchased for him last year, Porthos has managed to recreate his outfit as best as he could. It's not exact and it's hardly the same (honestly, he doesn't remember much about the night beyond the scarf, the food, and Aramis bending down on one knee while the land passed by). It's all those things he's glad to recreate as he settles onto their table on the boat, fidgeting as if he's expecting yet another proposal.

Like an eager child at a party, Porthos' eyes are casting about everywhere they can, desperate to find the waiter for champagne, though he remembers to check in with Aramis, because being at sea (even so limited) can't be enjoyable for him. "Are you okay?" he murmurs quietly. "Should I get you something stronger to get your mind off the water?"

He's practically bouncing from eagerness, so happy to be back as he is.

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Aramis' whine becomes a mewl, and were he not so practiced at riding Porthos' cock he would falter for the pure bliss that is Porthos' hand, rough and calloused in the slippery water. "Porthos," he pants, and even for the buoying water his thighs are beginning to burn, muscles pumping faster in time with his building pleasure. "I fear I won't last."

Porthos is grinning now, daring Aramis to come with that greedy, eager smile on his face. He keeps going, keeps stroking and hitching his hips in upward thrusts to try and coax himself deeper into him. "I don't want you to last," he reminds him. "I want you to spend."

Aramis cries out as Porthos urges him on, and in this as in all things, it is impossible to resist him. Holding tight to Porthos' shoulders, Aramis stops fighting the pleasure that coils deep within him. He fucks himself down onto Porthos' cock, into his hand, and when ecstasy shakes him loose he lets it, spending between them with Porthos' name on his lips.

Porthos leans up to kiss him when he feels Aramis start to lose control, eager and desperate for this kiss as much as any of the others. He steals away the 'Porthos' from Aramis' lips with the kiss, nipping at his lower lip as he tries to hold him as close as he can.

When he eases back, he's still thrusting haphazardly, trying to find a rhythm, but he's worried he's gone and lost it all.

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."

Porthos lets out a grateful sound, trapped in the water and Aramis' weight atop him that when Aramis leans in to help him out. He groans as his breath is stolen from him, so close as everything gets so tight, so hot, and so overwhelming, and he leans his forehead against Aramis', as tightly as he can while he comes, his eyes alight on his husband's.

"I love you," he breathes out, with a low moan.

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