Curling his body around Porthos now, it is his shoulder Aramis looks over, eyes keen on Athos where he kneels. "Now you are in my place," he whispers in Porthos' ear. "Those eyes of his." He noses at Porthos' stubbled cheek, arms wrapped around his middle.

"He's trembling," he tells Athos, mouth open against Porthos' throat. "He wants you so much."