Comte Olivier d'Athos de la Fere

Athos has no interest in apologies, anyway; he groans at the feeling of that unexpected thrust, for Porthos' cock nudges against that spot inside him that always makes him tremble with pleasure. He continues to move, taking Porthos' deeper with each rock of his hips, senses becoming fragmented as his need builds. "You better not," he says with a shaky, breathless smile, for now that the thought has been fixed upon his mind, he cannot escape the need he has to feel Aramis' mouth upon him.