The kisses earn a quiet chuckle. Have Archie's fingers drifting down to trace Horatio's jaw; have his lips pressing against his husband's temple before he continues to whisper the words into his ear, "Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, and summer's lease hath all too short a date."
Another kiss is ghosted against Horatio's temple before Archie drifts back again to nudge his nose against his, murmuring the next few lines while his fingers shift along Horatio's jawline and move to run lovingly through his unruly curls.
"Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, and often is his gold complexion dimm'd. And every fair from fair sometime declines, by chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd."
This kiss is quickly stolen from Horatio's lips, before his own drop to press against Horatio's throat; the words mumbled against skin with a loving sort of lingering.
"But thy eternal summer shall not fade." The grin is obvious in his voice as his hands idly drop to trace against his husband's chest, "Nor lose possession of-- that fair thou ows't."
He loses his place for a few heartbeats, distracted by admiring the fairness he's speaking of. His hands run lightly down Horatio's arms; skim fondly against his abdomen and begin to drift lower. His kisses move slowly from throat to the crook of his neck and start a slow journey down Horatio's chest.
"Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade," A line largely muffle against Horatio's skin, "When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st."
Nor, he senses, is that the only thing growing. His fingers shift to brush a little teasingly as he, clearly determined on a rather complete downward motion, glances up at Horatio with a hopefully obvious question in the quirk of his brow and a pleased little grin on his lips.
i love them <3 also this is. the gayest thing i have ever written in my life.
Another kiss is ghosted against Horatio's temple before Archie drifts back again to nudge his nose against his, murmuring the next few lines while his fingers shift along Horatio's jawline and move to run lovingly through his unruly curls.
"Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, and often is his gold complexion dimm'd. And every fair from fair sometime declines, by chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd."
This kiss is quickly stolen from Horatio's lips, before his own drop to press against Horatio's throat; the words mumbled against skin with a loving sort of lingering.
"But thy eternal summer shall not fade." The grin is obvious in his voice as his hands idly drop to trace against his husband's chest, "Nor lose possession of-- that fair thou ows't."
He loses his place for a few heartbeats, distracted by admiring the fairness he's speaking of. His hands run lightly down Horatio's arms; skim fondly against his abdomen and begin to drift lower. His kisses move slowly from throat to the crook of his neck and start a slow journey down Horatio's chest.
"Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade," A line largely muffle against Horatio's skin, "When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st."
Nor, he senses, is that the only thing growing. His fingers shift to brush a little teasingly as he, clearly determined on a rather complete downward motion, glances up at Horatio with a hopefully obvious question in the quirk of his brow and a pleased little grin on his lips.