"Can I fuck you?"

Porthos pulled back from Aramis's cock, his lips wet and read with use.

"Turn around," he said, voice husky and low. "I want your ass."

"I must have died and gone to heaven." Aramis slid down from his seat immediately and turned around, bending over and bracing his arms on the wood countertop. There was a little puddle where Porthos's spit had slid down over Aramis's cock and balls to pool on the counter. Porthos shoved one hand into Aramis's air, gripping firmly, and rubbed his face in the mess. Aramis licked it up, showing Porthos how good and obedient he could be. Porthos released Aramis's head with grunt of approval and used both hands to spread his ass.