Athos moans aloud, unable to help it. Watching Aramis and Porthos pant and gasp as much as the press of Aramis inside him, or the blessed friction of Aramis’ body brushing against his cock. Locking his gaze with Porthos, Athos gives the other man a shaky, encouraging nod. Then he does the same for Aramis. Athos may be beneath them both, but he has his own sort of control over the situation.

“Yes,” he murmurs encouragingly, breathing swiftly becoming ragged. “That’s it…"