Porthos, for his part, has no intention to move. He plans to let Athos do as much of it for him as possible. He does gasp, softly, when Aramis' hand is there unexpectedly and his hips buck upwards, pushing him further into Athos without really meaning to. Apology swiftly falls over his face, but it vanishes with a rueful smile because he's not that sorry.

"Oh, lapin, you're so warm," he sighs.