"Would you do that?" Aramis wonders aloud, pushing his pants down and toeing them from the edge of the bed, eager for the space to contain only the three of them. He plucks Porthos' hand from his skin and kisses it, mouthing at his fingertips as he studies Athos. "Would you tell him what it feels like to be buried in me? I don't normally like to leave a person able to speak while lovemaking," he adds with a faint smile, "But for that I could make an exception."