Porthos gently sets Aramis just to the side of him, mainly so he can bring himself off. He doesn't think Aramis is up to the task and it doesn't take more than a few more strokes before he, too, is coming. Sated and spent, he collapses atop Aramis and tugs their blankets atop them to get comfortable.

"I bet Lito sits around wishing he could do that," he teases, voice low and rough.