Of course!

Aramis walked into the townhouse backyard with his bottle of wine - always a good hostess gift - and bag of restraints. He immediately realized he needn't have bothered with the bag. Athos, whom he'd met earlier that afternoon, was tied face-down (and ass-up) on a comfy-looking bench, and Porthos was fucking him vigorously while an older man was feeding Athos his cock. Nearby, a beautiful young couple was sitting on a swinging bench and kissing as they watched the other three go at it.

"Hello!" Aramis called. "Room for one more?"

Porthos smiled and blew a kiss, but didn't disengage or even slow down as the boy got up from the swing and came over to greet Aramis.

"Thanks for the wine." He was naked, his smile wide and open, long straight hair that would probably look great with Aramis's fingers tangled in it. "I'm d'Artagnan, this is my house, we're welcoming Constance" -- he gestured back at the auburn-haired woman he had been making out with -- "my cousin who just moved here from New York." Aramis greeted d'Artagnan with a kiss on the lips and squeeze of his ass, and it was returned, as was common here among friends and lovers. He walked over to offer the same to Constance, and she kissed back but Aramis could feel hesitation and uncertainty alongside interest and arousal.

"So you're the newcomer," Aramis said. "How do you like our little paradise?"

"It's a bit overwhelming, really. I thought I was a woman of the world, but I had no idea places like this even existed until Charles got in touch."

"Charles?" Aramis said to d'Artagnan with a wink.

"Be nice, or no anal," d'Artagnan grumbled.

"Oh, I'm always nice."