Just as eager to give Porthos what he wants, Aramis does not have to feign his moan, ripped from his chest even as his knees tremble. "You - " he begins, but he cannot complete the thought, so firm and insistent is the pressure of Porthos' mouth. He will spend in record time, even for them, Aramis realizes, and he cries out, already mad with the dizzying spirals of pleasure.