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When Porthos had started to learn English, he'd used books and the people around town to improve his knowledge. He hadn't been awful to start with, but there had been a lot to be desired. This time, he's got Aramis and it's only Spanish, so it's not like he absolutely needs to learn it, but it's important for Aramis and it's something that he wouldn't mind surprising him with now and again.

Still, as he sits cross-legged staring at Aramis, he's starting to get a little frustrated with the way you have to speak differently, and how it sounds so entirely strange to his ear.

"Why do my R's have to sound like that?" he demands, because they're not like that in French. And he's defaulted back to French, which he's been doing all lessons even though he knows he's supposed to be learning by speaking more in Spanish than French or English. It's only that the other languages are so much easier by now. Letting out a growl of frustration, he drags a pillow into his lap to lean his elbows on it.

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Porthos moves just a little, wiggling his hips and arse in a little bit of a show as he leans for the drawer, finding not oil, but the lube he'd purchased properly from a drugstore. "I thought we'd upgrade," he mumbles into a kiss, smirking. "Besides, it's strawberry. I like it when you smell sweet."

Aramis laughs and takes the tube from Porthos. "Strawberry lubricant," he muses. "What a time to be alive." Popping the cap, he sniffs and waves the tube. "Shall I do the honors?" he asks, already spreading the flavored lubricant against his fingers.

"If only I could apply it with my mouth," he laments, but steals the tube away because he refuses to let Aramis have all the fun here. He bears in on him and pushes him back until Aramis is lying flat on his back, propped up by pillows. He grins and eases back to the very end of the bed so that Aramis can see him.

He takes his time, playing with his bare torso as he leans back, rubbing and flicking at his nipple as he stares down, rubbing that hand lower and lower to his cock to wrap around it, painfully hard now and jutting upwards. "Tell me what you want to do?"

Aramis watches him with hungry eyes, his own slick hand drifting down to circle his cock. It is soft, yet, but his interest grows as he watches Porthos' touch himself, a hiss escaping his lips when the muscles in Porthos' flat belly twitch at the flick to is nipple.

"By God, you are gorgeous," Aramis praises, watching Porthos' strong hand wrap around his cock. "Stroke, but do not spend."

Porthos shares a disbelieving look with Aramis, as if wondering how he could possibly be so damn demanding. Huffing, but knowing he's going through with the order, he starts to stroke himself very slowly while the other hand is set to working himself open, slow and steady.

"Would you watch videos with me?" he asks, then amends it. "Would you pay to watch videos with me like this?"

Aramis raises a brow for the huff - Porthos has just asked what Aramis wants of him, it's his own fault if he does not like it - but he tilts his head for the question. "In another life?" he asks, "Yes. In this one, I would murder any man who tried paying for the sight of you."

It's far too uncomfortably close to his past and so he quiets, going a touch pale, and he tries to focus on his movements, slowing his strokes to give Aramis every bit of a chance to really look at him, really see his long fingers wrapped around his own cock. "Do you want to prepare me the rest of the way?' he asks, voice hoarse with need.

"Yes." Aramis sucks in a steadying breath, a little undone by the sight of Porthos sinking onto his own broad fingers, his cock slipping through his other hand with every hitch of his hips.

Aramis pats his own lap. "Ven aquí , cariño."

Porthos' impish grin is filled with joy and delight, the best belated birthday present he can ask for. He hands over the lube and crawls over to Aramis' lap, sliding both palms up his bare thighs as he straddles him carefully, but doesn't sink down just yet. "Well?" he coaxes. "What am I going to do for you?"

Aramis drags his slick fingers along Porthos' inner thigh, swirling them against the edges of Porthos' hole before he pushes inside. He is so hot, and Aramis groans a little, watching Porthos with dark blown eyes. "You're going to take my cock," he answers. "Slowly. I want to see every twitch and ripple of these powerful muscles of yours when you lower yourself down."

It all sounds absolutely perfect to him and he lets his knees fall open a touch wider so Aramis can touch him all he likes. He slides over above him, just a little higher, and takes his time sinking down to give Aramis exactly what he's after -- the slowest, painfully aching, excruciating long and careful attention as he takes Aramis' cock.

"Yeah?" he breathes out, a bit dizzy for the pleasure of the position.

Aramis mouth is open, his eyes glassy but focused on Porthos' beautiful face as he sinks down, gripping him inch after inch until their bodies are flush. "I confess," he says shakily, hands framing Porthos' hips, "I watched your face the entire time. I will have to focus on your body through the next."

Porthos grins as he stares down at Aramis, all unfocused and giddy as he works to settle himself up higher again, eager to sink down and fill himself up and feel right. "Watch my stomach," he coaxes. "The strain of holding myself is definitely a sight to see," he mumbles as he sinks down again.

Aramis' gaze drops obediently to Porthos' stomach, his muscles bunched as he settles, only to uncoil as he lifts up again. Aramis groans, tracing his fingers against those ridges to feel them move, and his gaze when he lifts it again is reverent.

"So powerful," he exhales. "My Jupiter."

Porthos grins wickedly as he seeks out the compliment, hungry for more. He nips a kiss from Aramis' lips when he stretches out enough to get close for it, grabbing hold of his shoulders so he can start up a new rhythm -- one that's a touch punishing and desperate as he can get. "Which god are you, then? You're beautiful enough to be Venus," he murmurs.

"I like that," Aramis says, groaning into the new rhythm Porthos sets, little sounds of pleasure punched from him each time Porthos descends. He longs to kiss him again, but settles for placing a hand over Porthos' thundering heart. "Love, beauty, fertility - I would be all these things for you."

"If you get me pregnant, there's a serious conversation we're going to need to have," he gasps out, barely able to do more than mumble the words as he starts to sweat, reaching to place his palm over Aramis', clasping so tight to Aramis' fingers. "Venus," he moans, nonetheless, because Aramis likes it.

Aramis laughs breathlessly, head thrown back to watch Porthos as he grinds down on him, taking him over and over in that delicious, tight heat. "Jupiter," he whispers back, tweaking one of Porthos' nipples before he reaches down, fisting his cock in a loose grip to tease him with every rock of his hips.

He gives an undignified whine the minute Aramis takes him in hand, knowing that he ought to be better about this or act more manly, but he doesn't care. He's desperate for touches having been so deprived of them lately and these are his very favourite of all the touches he's ever had. "I never feel half as right as I do when you're in me," he moans out happily.

"If you'd put that book away sooner," Aramis gasps up at him, "You could have had this ages ago." He lifts his hips as Porthos sinks down, body humming with the pleasure of sliding deep within him. "Perhaps next time you'll listen to me."

"I wanted to study," he protests, as stubborn and petulant as he gets. Letting out a sharp growl, he sinks down a little faster now, speeding up the rhythm. "Harder," he begs. "Touch me harder."

"Are you certain?" Aramis asks, even as he obliges him, fisting him firmly now, matching him stroke for stroke. "The sooner you come, the sooner I'm not able to be inside of you anymore. And after all that waiting..."

Porthos is a touch confused by this terrible conundrum. He wants Aramis to keep touching him, but if he comes, he's going to lose the feeling of Aramis filling him up. "Or you just stay hard inside of me as long as you can," he reasons, angling a new way to start rocking down again.

"Now you will make me spend," gasps Aramis, losing his rhythm as Porthos shifts and somehow takes him even deeper. He rests his head against the headboard, watching Porthos open-mouthed, only just managing to keep stroking him. "Porthos," he whines. "You are so tight."

"Shocked you haven't loosened me up yet," Porthos teases with a smirk, pausing as he grabs Aramis by the shoulders and holds on as tightly as he can, just hovering half above Aramis before he sinks down inch by painful inch, torturing himself with the pleasure of this moment. Sobbing out a happy cry, he sinks down in a rush for the last bit, nearly coming then and there, but managing to hold off for just a moment.