Porthos is quiet as he works, eager to bring them to that next bit of pleasure as fast as he can and that requires quick, nimble fingers, which he's always had. Slowly, easily, he works two of them into Aramis with lube coating the tips, brushing soft kisses to his hip as he works, allowing Athos to prepare himself mentally for what's to come.

"You're next, Athos," Porthos warns. "Don't go too far."