Aramis calling him 'darling' is always guaranteed to be a winner, as far as Porthos is concerned. Grinning like an idiot, he chuckles lowly, the sound deep and warm in his chest as he strips off his trousers, just to get ahead of the game, leaving him in nothing but a tight pair of black briefs.

He lays out on the blankets, leaning his chin on his hand as he sprawls out, watching Aramis like he'd watched Flea. "Sometimes, I wish you were the first to rise in the mornings, just so I could watch you like this."