Comte Olivier d'Athos de la Fere

Predictably, Athos does blush, a shiver going through him as his mind drifts to thoughts of the possibilities placed before him. Intending to give the question the serious thought it is due, and to gather enough bravado to reply, he does not answer immediately, savoring the feel of Aramis’ mouth against his throat for a few quiet moments. “Lie on your back,” he tells Porthos, and though his nerves are afire, he speaks in a voice of calm command. “I intend to ride you."