Goes to see Porthos and his friends

d'Artagnan showed Aramis where to find lube and cold water bottles, then left him with Porthos to return to Constance.

"Aramis!" Porthos greeted Aramis with a kiss, cradling his head and brushing his thumbs along Aramis's cheekbones. Porthos kissed like you were his only focus in the world, which was impressive since he hasn't actually stoped fucking Athos. He may have slowed down a little. Aramis took the kiss eagerly, caressing Porthos's hands with his own, leaving himself open to Porthos's tongue.

"I see you met d'Artagnan and Constance, and you know Athos, so the only introduction left is Treville here. You can call him Daddy."

"Oh can I," Aramis said, looking Treville up and down. A bit shorter, a bit older, but he was fit and good-looking, and the dick that he'd just pulled out of Athos's mouth was gorgeous, thick and looked to be uncut.