Porthos pushes Aramis up against the wall to support him enough that he can get a leg in between Aramis' thighs, cupping his face with the hand that frees in order to kiss him through those tears, feeling trembling and panicky himself as he tugs on Aramis' hair and lets out a needy whimper into his mouth.

Never mind not having had this for a few days, he's feeling explosive to get it back.