Comte Olivier d'Athos de la Fere

But Athos hardly minds Porthos' eagerness: the groan that Porthos’ words pull from his lips surprises even him, twisting in his belly and making his cock throb. Like so many thoughts that have danced through his head this day, Athos will be horrified by his need when all is over, but now, in the midst of passion, he is lost in the beautiful moment. Even more than when the attention was on him, the hands in his hair and the taste of Porthos on his tongue make him tremble. He works with determined enthusiasm, fingers digging into Porthos’ thighs, wanting desperately to make Porthos come.