"Everything is my favorite part," Aramis agrees in a whisper to Athos, catching his shaking hand in one of his own to kiss it. He had meant it as a joke, but now he means to reassure. "Everything. You cannot hurt me, Athos." He shivers, breath coming a little quicker as Porthos works within him expertly. "And you cannot disappoint. You wrest as much away from me as you like, but from on top I can control the depth and the pace." He leans in, wondering if Athos' fear leans less towards this, and more to the length of time his body has waited to be within someone again. Still, Aramis can't help confessing, "I cannot wait to feel you inside me."

As if on queue, Porthos' fingers crook, and Aramis buries a sigh of pleasure against Athos' shoulder. "Porthos."