Porthos chuckles happily as he looms above the both of them, brushing off his arms as he peers down at Athos, gaze sliding over to Aramis. "He doesn't like it the way you do," he notes. "You get all breathless and a bit whimpery." He slides forward, though, pushing his hand through Athos' messy hair as he leans in for a kiss, smirking the whole while.

He slides over to Aramis, unsure how they should do this. He kisses him lazily, speaking against his lips as he does. "How do we do this?" he mumbles, nipping his lower lip as he climbs over him to the head of the bed, still fully clothed despite Athos' pulling ahead in that department.