"Porthos, please," says Aramis, pushing Athos' trousers over his hips so he can drag his underwear down with his teeth, "I am without equal." His smirk loses focus, however, for the sight of Athos' cock, only half-filled yet, but that will soon change. Aramis glances up for one eager glance at the pair of them, then he curls his fingers around it, stroking loosely while his mouth goes to the juncture of Athos' hip, biting down as he strokes Athos to hardness.