Porthos takes that opportunity to tighten his grip, now, on Athos, turning him around until his back is pressed to Aramis' front. He pins him in place so he can't move, not when he's flush against Porthos' body, but before he can properly start, before they can devour him, there's one thing he wants to make clear.

"You're not just sharing our beds," he says firmly. "You're sharing our lives and I don't want to hear a single argument. Not one." He holds him, now, clasping his hips and Athos will bruise there, sharp fingerprints, Porthos is making sure of that.

He bows his head into Athos' neck to kiss where the locket lies, giving Aramis the floor, now.