Trembling, Aramis continues to rock, fucking himself down onto Athos' cock until he feels Athos seize, a cry that's gorgeous with abandon on his lips when he spends still buried deep within him. "Oh, Athos," Aramis sighs, smiling when he drops unsteadily down onto his elbows, nosing at Athos' sweaty belly, licking up his own release as he finds it even as Athos continues to shudder.

"Stop that," he slurs for the motion of Porthos' hand. He may need a minute, but he means to bring Porthos to the same ecstacy, and the near memory of this will certainly return him to hardness soon enough. Aramis lifts his head, leaning forward to push Athos' hair from his forehead, pressing kiss after kiss to his pink face. "Good is not the word," he says, and flatterer though he is, Aramis has none in him when he calls Athos, "Extraordinary. Are you alright, amorcito?"