"I've got plenty enough room for the both of you," Porthos rumbles, patting his other side for Aramis, grinning as he closes his eyes and gives over to the bliss of Athos' fingers in his hair, his happy sigh tinged with a moan that comes out so genuinely happy, he isn't sure he recognizes himself as the source of the sound. His breaths are deep and even, but he smells the chocolate soon enough. "More of that? And you say my cooking will render you fat. It's the sweets," he protests.