Porthos gasps at the heat, throwing his head back and reaching for one of the wooden poles of the bed, gripping on tightly before his knees do something stupid like give out on him. He reaches down and shoves them down all the way to his ankles, nudging them off and pushing forward like Aramis is his prey, pinning him to the bed and leaving no room between them.

His eyes are dark and fixed on Aramis. "Why are you wearing so much clothing?"