He wants, so badly, to get in the middle of the two of them and interfere, but that'll come. He needs to be patient and he grins as he watches him, breathing sharply as he slides his hand into his own trousers, watching the show in front of him with pleasure and eagerness. He catches Aramis' gaze, then Athos', and smiles beatifically for the way they check for him, grinning.

"I think if you look at him, he won't need more than a few strokes, especially if you touch his back," Porthos murmurs, moaning for how good they look and his hand coaxing him to his own pleasure.