Porthos' lips quirk up and he rises slowly, turning to slide his hands around Aramis' hips, ready to guide himself there. "C'mon, Athos," he coaxes. "Best you had some time in the bedroom, too, lest you think all the energy I had to burn is through, because it's not. And I've got this fantasy about the lithest one in the middle of the both of us."

He turns his mischievous grin on Aramis. "Which would be you, now."