Athos is still trembling, head thrown back, but he manages a nod. He is certainly not going to rob Porthos of his own pleasure. As soon as he has regained enough of his senses to do so, he begins to move again. Mouth curving into a self-satisfied smile, he looks down to meet Porthos’ gaze, eyes still darkened with pleasure. “Kiss him, then,” he tells Aramis, voice rough and raw.