Athos begins to chide Aramis for his arrogance, but the words are not even formed when he is pulling down his pants with his teeth and touching him, and Athos can no longer think on anything else. As much as he had wished it otherwise, abstinence has never lessened desire, and for six years he has dealt with it with too much shame for real pleasure. Now, his mind has no room for anything but want, not when Porthos is murmuring in his ear and Aramis is smirking joyfully as he strokes him to hardness. He has not forgotten the day when he walked in on them, Porthos' mouth around Aramis’ cock, a scene he has since imagined in every permutation. With that image in mind he whines, and then closes his eyes against the unbidden sound, biting his lip hard to suppress his next undignified whimper.