Porthos stares at Aramis, eyes wide as if he's been smacked in the face by someone's fist. The moan has made other parts of him strain even harder and he lets out a whine, but suppresses it with a bite of his lip, breathing in as he stares at Aramis, leaning in to nibble off the cake from the fork.

Closing his eyes, he takes his time appreciating it, whole visage softening with pleasure for the sweetness burst on his tongue.