Breathing ragged by now, and grasping at the last bare vestiges of control, Athos kisses Porthos fiercely once more, eager to feel the man inside him. He straightens and manages a small nod, not quite because he requires Aramis’ help, but because he relishes the feel of Aramis’ fingers gripping hard at his hips, and does not want to see them gone quite yet. Letting Aramis guide him, he gasps as he sinks down onto Porthos’ cock, head tipping back slightly as he lets the sensation of being filled wash over him.