Comte Olivier d'Athos de la Fere

Aramis smiles for the moniker, moaning as Porthos touches him everywhere but where he most needs it. He catches his wrist and drags his hand down to wrap it around his cock, hips arching the moment he manages to close that hot, calloused hand around himself. Aramis pulls his mouth away and looks down, his eyes locked on where Porthos disappears into Athos' body. Groaning, Aramis closes his eyes and thinks that the three of them should not be legal.