Athos grins despite himself, glancing up again at Porthos as though for approval, breath catching when he sees him touching himself, knowing that both these men are being brought such pleasure thanks to him. He again meets Aramis’ gaze, relishing greedily the way his eyes go wide with want and pleasure.

All because of him.

Athos does his best to respond to Aramis’ whines, and groans, and shaky looks, adjusting pressure and touch. But mostly he just holds the other man’s gaze, keeping up the intensity that so clearly drives Aramis mad, riding the wave of his eagerness through any lingering uncertainty.