Comte Olivier d'Athos de la Fere

"I am never not inclined," says Aramis without shame, and he pulls Athos towards himself and Porthos, tugging their hips flush so Athos can feel that he, too, is hard again. "We asked you to share our bed, Athos, and I know you did not expect that to mean mostly sleeping." He leans in, mouthing hot and wet along Athos' throat, indulging himself with a shift of his arse back against Porthos. "How shall we make you feel good?"