"Fuck," Porthos swears gutturally, because between Athos' mouth on his cock and Aramis pressing up against him, he wants so badly to be inside someone or to have someone inside him, but he knows that can come after. Right now, he stares down at Athos fondly, reaching out to slide his fingers over Athos' and grip just as tightly. "Athos, sweet, I need you to ease off, okay?" he gets out, his words strained and soft.

"Take your mouth off me, just a touch," he instructs, because he doesn't want to end this poorly with Athos choking when the alternative of Porthos' come spilling over his lips and chin far, far too appealing.