Comte Olivier d'Athos de la Fere

Porthos is staring down at Athos like he's the most wondrous thing in the world. It's a look he's often given to Aramis -- besotted and boyish wonder -- and he slides his fingers into Athos' hair to curl softly, thumb brushing along his earlobe as he holds onto him, still shaking, still eager, and leaning his torso back against Aramis for the support. "I never imagined you on your knees in front of me," he gets the words out in a shaky rush, blinking rapidly as that wonder refuses to leave his eyes.