Aramis doesn't answer, for they both know the answer is never. Instead he stretches Porthos a moment more, then pulls away to wipe his hands. "You were an awful bother when you were little," he notes as he folds himself over Porthos' body, dragging one of his large thighs up to expose him. "Running away, thieving, generally giving me a fright every second that I was conscious."

Aramis lines up his cock, sinking slowly into Porthos with a look of great concentration. "So you're going to be a good boy, now, and take it, hmm?"