Hearing the ache in Porthos' voice, Aramis leans in and kisses his thigh, watching them after. "It's better now," he says to both of them, hoping that bare bodies tangled and untangled and twined again will heal them all. He looks down and finds that it's this as much as anything that finally moves his cock to fill, a desire to make the three of them whole again, and his own ability to help. Aramis reaches down and begins to stroke himself, needing just a touch more to offer Porthos.