“It is worth the wait,” Athos murmurs, voice thready as his anticipation builds. He cups Aramis’ cheek, gaze flickering to Porthos, who looms over them both, and then back to Aramis’ face, already twisted with pleasure. They have not even begun to touch him properly, but he is swept up in the way they touch each other.

He nips at Aramis’ lip. “But do not make me wait too long."