He gives a whimper, something that says how very little he isn't actually sure that he can last much longer, but when Aramis gives him a goal, Porthos is going to do his absolute best to do right by it. He keeps moving, keeps sliding up and then down, capturing kisses as he waits for those last three strokes that are coming.

"C'mon," he coaxes. "Aramis," he urges. "Please, come on."