Porthos shivers for the order, his eyes widening at the command as he nods and turns towards Aramis, shifting up as he still seeks out his climax, one hand clinging hard to Athos' hip while the other seeks out Aramis, his palm sliding over his neck and through his hair, kissing him like he's been aching for it, hips still snapping up lazily.

"Hey, trouble," he murmurs, soft and loving, right into that kiss as he gives Aramis, eyes half-lidded as if drugged with pleasure.