Aramis presses kisses to Porthos' shoulder and slides from behind him, joining Athos on his knees on the floor. "His release is as big as the rest of him," he explains, lest Athos think he has done something wrong. "Too much, too soon, and we'll see you choking."

He pulls one of Athos' hands from Porthos' grip, guiding it back in the cramped space between Porthos and the bed to rest his fingertips just behind his balls. "I know you want to feel him come," he says, nose brushing Athos' cheek as he guides his fingers, pressing rhythmically against that hot pleasure point. "I want to see it, too. Go on, Athos."