[ He should have known d'Artagnan would have no patience for this when he has little of it anywhere else. It startles a low laugh out of Athos, the sound turning into a gasp when teeth pull at his lip. He's usually so silent and that's twice this day that laughter has been teased from him, and countless other noises too. It makes his head spin even as steady hands cup his friend's neck and then travel down over his chest. ]

Now when they find our frozen bodies it really will be a bawdy tale. [ Fingers slide delicately over soft skin at his side before Athos leans in to press a kiss to his lips, then his jaw, his throat, his shoulder. When he looks up the night is reflected in blue eyes and a softer smile is spread across his mouth. ] I suppose we shall have to make it worth their while.

[ His palms run again, lightly to curve of his ribs, his knee pressed hard against d'Artagnan's as though space has offended him by getting between them. His lips find their own path, dancing across his collarbone with a confidence he hadn't known was in him. Once bitten, and he'd been ready enough to renounce affection entirely but d'Artagnan --?

He catches at it, Athos finds it hard to deny him anything the other man deserves. ]