"A fine idea," agrees Aramis, even as he clucks his tongue, eyes raking over Athos before he meets Porthos' eye. "So many clothes yet, cariño." Crawling over them both, Aramis nips Porthos' bottom lip, pressing a kiss to his scar before dropping down to where Athos lies prone between them.

Aramis gazes at him for a long moment before he ducks his head, dropping a kiss to Athos' flushed cheek. "Too many clothes, indeed," he murmurs, and fastens his mouth to the curve of Athos' throat, pressing hot, sucking kisses there while his fingers work the clasp of Athos' trousers free.