Athos shakes with pleasure at each thrust, and gasps each time they pull away together. He doesn’t know how much longer he can stand to continue without being touched and finding some relief, but he holds off that moment a little longer, reveling in the way they move together. Deep in his heart, he knows that their fucking is merely a way to avoid the matter at hand - the child, the rifts between them, their future together. Athos doesn’t want to think. He has chosen not to think, and by God, it is working.