Aramis does sob when Porthos moves him to the chaise, his arse singing and body screaming in glorious relief as Porthos puts his big hands on him. "Thank you," he says, closing his eyes against the tide that rises, bearing him higher and higher, love swelling in his heart for Porthos always gives him just what he needs.

"Thank you, Porthos," he pants, body seizing as he at last careens over the precipice, his shouts tight in his throat as he spends with a sharp splatter between them.