Porthos laughs softly as he shakes his head, settling into where he's sitting on the bed, his palms running up and down his thighs as he studies Athos. He's still worried about Athos taking too much, too fast, but that part of his brain is quickly getting eclipsed by the part that wants this so badly, shivering with anticipation to think of Athos' mouth on his cock.

"God, please," he finally gives in and begs desperately and earnestly, a wild look in his eyes.