Aramis arches a brow, taking that as a challenge as he slicks his fingers and moves them to Porthos' entrance, circling it a few times before he begins to press inside. If he knows Porthos - and he certainly does - Athos will soon be swallowing a series of moans. Leaning down on an elbow where he can see them, Aramis grins faintly at Athos, curling his fingers within Porthos to feed his moans.