Aramis, owner of a flower shop (2017)

Aramis was hard at work in the flower shop his family owned, arranging a bouquet for a bridal shower, when the door opened and an absolutely gorgeous man walked in. Tall, broad shouldered, with dark sin and curly hair, his good looks were enhanced by a generous smile and soft eyes. Not to mention his skin-tight pants and mesh shirt, though which Aramis could see his nipples. Aramis wasn't wearing a shirt at all, enjoying the summer weather in a simple pair of tight, sky-blue shorts.

"Can I help you?"

"Need some flowers for a friend's 'welcome to our world' party," the man said, "but now that I see you, maybe I could use help with a few other things, too. My name's Porthos."

"Aramis," he responded, and stepped out from behind the counter to shake hands.

Porthos looked him up and down with a dirty smile.

"Yeah, I definitely need more than flowers from you. Sound good?"

Aramis nodded. Even if public sex with random strangers hadn't been socially acceptable he would've wanted to give Porthos anything -- there was just something about him that made Aramis feel safe, comfortable, and aroused nearly to the point of pain.