“Hold as tight as you wish,” Athos whispers shakily, trying to keep his strokes steady and even, holding back from the franticness flooding his veins. He wants Porthos to last, he wants, if he can, to make them come together, to fall apart as he watches with awe. Still, when he captures Porthos’ mouth for another kiss, the embrace is desperate and needy. Athos had not expected to want again so quickly, but these two drag need out of him like nothing he has experienced in quite a long time.