Aramis feels keyed up, like an electric current is running through him with nowhere to go, and he can't help the wave of disappointment that passes through him when there won't be more. He wants to feel this for hours, bear marks for days, wants Porthos to keep at him until he spends, but he won't demand it. He turns his head, searching Porthos' face in case Porthos thinks he's truly hurting him.

"You don't have to," he rasps out. "Only if we both like it, Porthos."