Aramis closes his eyes, savoring the brush of Athos' calloused fingertip to his scar, nearly as sensitive as his cock under the right touch, and moans shamelessly to hear that they will soon be joined.

He clambers up on an elbow, grinning at Porthos in his ridiculous nest. "Comfortable, are you?" he asks him, and swings a leg over Athos' waist. Looking down at him, Aramis cups his cheek. "I'm going to sink down on you," he tells him. "A man is tighter than a woman. If it is too much, if you need me to slow, you have only to tell me."