Porthos lets out a soft huff of amusement as he presses his fingers a little further, with a little more roughness than before. "Are you going to ask for a little roughness, Athos?" Porthos asks, his voice low and his gaze half-lidded and hungry. "I want to see Aramis rough you up," he confesses, grabbing Aramis by the hips and tightening his grip so his fingers make a bruising impact.