Aramis' fingers tighten for Athos' cries, tugging gently as the man throws his head back and pants. "Beautiful," he murmurs, no longer able to remain far, and shifts forward on aching limbs to press kisses down Athos' throat, nosing his chin back further still so he can suck where his pulse beats hardest. Below, Porthos fills his ears with noises Aramis knows well, and he smiles, knowing Porthos will be hoarse after.