Porthos’ question seems to come from another world entirely. “This is hardly the time for chit-chat,” Athos says, breath hitching with his desire. With a small whine this time, he presses into Porthos’ hand, wanting more of his touch and eager for what comes next, for all his fluttering anticipation. He cups Aramis’ neck as he pulls him in to explore his mouth anew - for he will never stop craving this, certainly. "Please," he whispers, his thumb brushing up and down Aramis scar on his neck where it hides beneath his tattooed cross.