He is perhaps a bit too well trained now, for the sharp slap makes his cock thicken all the more, and Aramis laughs. "I am dim," he insists, "No blood left to fuel my thoughts at all." But he ambles back on his knees, thighs still shaky from before, but nowhere near spent.

Taking Porthos' urgency at his word, Aramis takes him by the hips and lines himself up, pushing into Porthos' tight heat without further delay. Below, he knows that Athos is watching Porthos take it, and Aramis is thankful he has recently spent, else he would not last long with these thoughts at all.