Aramis groans when Porthos pins him down, holding him easily despite his body's continued attempts to rise to meet that hot mouth. Somehow, the suction of Porthos' cheeks becomes even tighter, and Aramis whines, fingers leaving Porthos' hair to twist in the sheets. His cuffed arm strains, metal cuffs rattling against the headboard as he shifts, nearly undone with pleasure. "Tan bueno," he breathes. "Eres tan bueno conmigo."