Aramis takes hold of Athos' hips and keeps him close, kissing him fervently until Porthos' words penetrate and make his eyes go wide and dark. "Indeed?" he still manages in conversational tones. "And shall he be ridden?" he asks, angling Athos towards the bed in order to bear him down against the sheets, easily within arm's reach of Porthos. "Or would you like to be in control, amorcito?" he asks, nipping Athos' bottom lip.

Easing back, Aramis takes an elbow, free hand working at pulling away his own shirt. "I assure you there is nothing we will not enjoy."