"Bless you, Porthos," Aramis exhales, and would laugh if he had the breath for it, "That was my very thought." He, too, leans forward, nuzzling at Athos' shoulder as he watches them kiss. "I'd pictured putting him on his hands and knees," he confides, "Braced half-over you so you can watch his face as I push into him." Lifting up, he kisses Porthos' cheek, mindful that he does not disturb the way he licks into Athos' mouth. "He makes such beautiful faces."