They are gorgeous together, each eagerly receiving what the other gives and taking just as much, pale and dark and twined together. It's enough to make Aramis' mouth go dry. Still, Aramis needs no further coaxing at the missive, falling next to Athos with one arm tucked behind his head, his body splayed and open to whatever either man might wish.

"I tend to think this is my favorite part," he says. "The intimacy of fingers opening me up, reaching and stretching, building past the burn of intrusion to pleasure." He grins. "And then a cock follows, and that becomes my favorite part."