Porthos chuckles a low and throaty thing as he rubs his head up against Aramis' hip and does the same, building him up and waiting for the right moment before he crooks his fingers, aiming to bring Aramis as close to the edge as he can before he eases away. He slips a third finger in gently, stretching and pushing, kissing Aramis' hipbone before he eases out to add more lube to his hand, easing to Athos now.

Without warning, he wraps his palm around it and begins to stroke, slow and cautious.