Comte Olivier d'Athos de la Fere

Porthos is happy on the bed, grinning as he leans back for the kiss, enjoying the feel of their high-count thread sheets on his bare, drying skin. He submits to the touch, allowing himself to give himself over to the control that Athos seems to need so much here. "Aramis," he coaxes, breathless. "I think there's a great bit of Athos going unkissed right now, and that's a shame."