Porthos breathes out slowly when the tickling is done, slinging his arm around Aramis' waist as he angles him towards Athos, happy and softly sighing for the touch to his hair. "I really like people touching my hair," he says to Athos, as he'd once said to Aramis, a dazed and giddy look in his eye.

His smile is still lazy, though, not meaning to leave bed. "Unpacking can happen later. He cups Athos' cheek to lean in and kiss him fondly, arching up to steal a kiss from Aramis, too, not wanting to be inequal.