Porthos is struck by an idea when Athos takes him deep and he scrambles for purchase, his hands gripping Athos' hair a little tighter as a whimper is ripped from the base of his throat. "You have no idea how much I want to find out if you're that hot inside as you are with your mouth," he rambles, letting the floodgates loose to let the filth spill from his lips. "I bet you're so tight and hot inside," he pants, trying so hard not to thrust into Athos' lips even though he's taking him deeper than Porthos might have expected.

"Or better yet, me on top of you riding and showing you that a woman's cunt isn't the only thing worth fucking," he rambles.