His smile only grows at the question, making room for himself at the head of the bed, knee pressed to his chest as he rubs his thumb over his lower lip and considers. "He'd very much like his hair touched right now," Porthos says lowly. "Trust me, as tight as you can. Don't be gentle with our Aramis," he warns.

"And when you touch him, rub your thumb in light circles, teasing and slow. Then, you should definitely use your nails, hard as you can, when you scratch down his back."