Porthos kisses every bit of neck and shoulder and cheek and lips and skin he can get at while he works Aramis, laughing as Aramis spends and he nuzzles into his neck. "I want you and Athos to be happy," he insists. "That's what I want." He's spent so long after a life of honour that he hasn't stopped to think about what makes him happy, so much as what's the right thing to do.