“I have no doubt about that.” Smiling crookedly, Athos ducks his head as pure affection for both men swells in his chest. He reaches for them, one hand resting on Porthos’ arm, and the other on Aramis’ hip. “You are both ridiculous, you know,” he adds, for surely he can think of no other explanation for their constant determination to lavish him with every sort of attention.

In his surprise, Athos has not yet agreed, and he knows he much remedy that, however their attentions make him blush. He steps towards Porthos, kissing the man before he can worry that Athos will object. Athos has no wish to object. “I would-“ his breath hitches slightly, “like that very much."