Aramis makes a soft sound as Porthos works himself, eyes following the movement of his wrist with eagerness despite having just come. He sighs in pleasure as Porthos spends, curling into him when Porthos settles against him on the chaise.

"I could have done that," he says, even if he doesn't also say just now. "And I'm sure Lito has hands on himself right now, thinking of you."