"When have I ever been anything but?" Porthos reminds him in a low voice, leaning in to kiss away the last of the crumbs from off Aramis' lips, closing his eyes as he drifts into the touch, licking his lips as he catches a little bit of the caramel at the corner of Aramis' lips. "I love your mouth," he raves, holding up another forkful.

"I mean, your hands and your cock and your body don't hurt," he jokes. "The mouth's pretty much the best part on top of all that."