Porthos watches the both of them and slides to stand beside the bed, his gaze staring at Aramis' fingers inside of Athos' mouth, his moan transitioning into a happy sigh as he grasps the hem of his shirt to strip it off, settling his feet widely apart as he watches the both of them.

He tugs off his socks and then gets off his jeans, leaving him only in his boxers before he pulls them off, too, giving Athos a curious, expectant look. "Well, Aramis?" he muses. "Do you think he can take me?"