Athos exhales into the kiss, a tremble going through him as cups Porthos cheek. The man’s hand on his thigh is warm, even under the water, and he deepens the kiss for a moment, savoring Porthos’ taste, and all he has missed. When Aramis interrupts, he breaks away - just barely - and shoots the man a sideways look. With a sigh that is only half serious, he reluctantly lays back in Aramis’ arms and close his eyes.

“If you insist."