Athos grins, and there is a laugh on his lips in response to Porthos’ warning, but it comes out as a moan that trembles through his whole body, a sound that’s shameless and needy as anything. His younger self still lingers near the surface, and his relief at being with them again is great, and that makes his usual control less appealing to cling to. He pants with each thrust, and he is so terribly close, but first, he wants to see Aramis come.

And when Aramis does, the sight is as miraculous as Athos hoped. Athos’ eyes are wide as Aramis’ body arches with what can only be called joy, and if he were not near release already, surely the sight would have brought it on. He cries out, buried deep inside Aramis as he comes moments later, only then closing his eyes tightly as shudders wrack his body.