Comte Olivier d'Athos de la Fere

Aramis lifts up on his knees, kissing Porthos tenderly. He is so beautiful when he is truly happy, and Aramis gives him an obliging pinch, soft rather than sharp. He turns to Athos after, kissing him just as tenderly, even as the taste of Porthos on his Athos' lips is enough to heat his blood. "All right?" he murmurs, turning Athos' head in his hands so he can kiss his tender jaw.