“Porthos,” he gasps as the man thrusts further inside him. Damn it all, he loves this, and loves Aramis and Porthos both for giving it to him, Only with them has he managed to entirely quiet the voices that tell him that what he desires most is shameful. Athos draws out his pleasure for as long as he can, but finally he tips his head back, moaning shakily as he comes into Aramis’ mouth.