Athos

The man who walked into the flower shop had the most intense eyes that Aramis had ever seen. Aramis was still riding the wave of post-orgasm endorphins, but that had nothing to do with his assessment. His eyes were green like the sea, but also blue like glacial ice, and Aramis couldn't look away. Porthos reached up to wipe the remaining drops of come from Aramis's beard.

"There you are, Porthos," the newcomer said. "You said you'd be five minutes, just in and out."

"And I was -- in and out, that is," Porthos laughed. "Aramis, I'd like you to meet my brother, Athos."

"Ah," Aramis said with a bright smile, "I understand I have you to thank for Porthos's excellent cock sucking skills."

"Oh yes," Athos replied, "We've been practicing for years, after all. Now, did you exchange contact info yet? I'm afraid we're a bit late for a party."

"Oh shit, your flowers!"

Aramis put together a lovely bouquet and charged them a discounted price, then put Porthos's number in his phone and sent Porthos a dick pic to ensure he wouldn't be forgotten.

"Will you come to the party?" Porthos asked. "it's to welcome our friend Constance, she's just moved here from the States, isn't really used to our culture yet. Should be a good time."