"That is the truth," Aramis laughs, knees pressed to the sheets to lever himself upward. He curls his body around Athos', arms twined around his middle and chin hooked against his shoulder, just as it had been those weeks ago when he showed Athos how to do his tie. As with that day, Aramis feels awash in arousal and tenderness, and he gently pushes two of his fingers into Athos' mouth.

"Like this," he says, nosing at his cheek as he slides his fingers against Athos' tongue. "Show me how you would taste him." Gaze flicking over Athos' shoulder to Porthos, Aramis adds, "Show him what he'll be working with, hmm?"