Though he is very much attuned to Athos, Aramis can't help a quick smile at Porthos, now arranged like Cleopatra in her pillows before a show. He is ridiculous, and Aramis loves him for it, and for every hot squeeze his body makes around Athos Aramis means to let Porthos see it on both their faces.

"Alright," he murmurs, attention back on Athos as he takes him in hand, lifting to position him at his own entrance. He lets Athos rest there a moment, allowing them both to savor the blunt pressure, and braces a hand against Athos' shoulder as his body begins to part and give, letting Aramis sink down as Athos' cock is slowly buried within him. It is nowhere near that pleasure point inside of him, and still the breach feels instantly, deliciously good, and Aramis pants a little as he watches Athos' face, hoping he'll let him sink to the hilt before stopping.