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He had loved waking up early. He had enjoyed bring on deck before the dawn, watching the ship spring more fully into life when the night crew melted into the more robust day crew.

He loves this much, much more.

It's a compliment to his utter contentment that he sleeps in past daybreak. It's a compliment to Archie that he lingers in obviously pleased exhaustion even when his husband gets out of bed.

Eventually, he does drag himself back into a state of at least half-dress. There's something wonderfully delicious about being able to wander up to press a kiss against his husband's neck, arms wrapping contentedly around Archie's waist.

"Morning, love."

There's a pleased purr that escapes his lips as soon as he feels Horatio's lips press against his. The quest for sugar and cream is abandoned briefly as he lets his hands rest against Horatio's and settles contentedly into his husband's hold.

"Good morning."

It's unlikely he's ever sounded quite this happy.

They had been happy. He knows they had been happy. Still, there's something so much brighter in Archie's entire being since the wedding.

It's overwhelming. It's the most beautiful thing in the world.

And it's amazingly lucky that he can bury his face contentedly in against Archie's neck, arms squeezing tighter for a moment. "Come back t' bed, hm?"

"'ll right."

It's more than easy enough to agree.

"Want coffee first, or later?"

Either is clearly acceptable.

"Will it be long?"

Never let it be said that Horatio Hornblower wanted to defer his first cup of coffee in the morning for anything less than a life-threatening emergency.

The idea of getting back in bed with his husband, however, is quite nearly as compelling. There's the tiniest bit of wavering in the balls of his feet as he nuzzles closer.

Coffee and a cuddle would be best.

"Just another minute or two, I think."

More than enough time for a bit of a cuddle here, too, clearly.

"Not so bad, then."

Particularly not if it means he can cling here, comfortable and warm against his new husband's spine.

"Be all right waiting on breakfast?"

Curling up again just sounds so incredibly delicious.

"I don't foresee any problems," he replies contentedly, settling happily.

"Though if I end up getting hungry I may need a-- distraction," he teases.

Honestly, though, he'll be more than happy just cuddling in close again.

They've been together since college. They'd been engaged for quite some time. They've been married for most of a week.

His cheeks still flush faintly at the suggestion. His face pushes more firmly in against Archie's neck.

"I'd like that."

After some coffee, obviously.

He can't help but laugh a little, to feel the blush. He squeezes just slightly at Horatio's hands, entirely affectionate.

"Me, too." Obviously. "Once the coffee's done, then."

It really shouldn't be long, now.

"You truly are beyond fantastic."

For more than he can say, groggy and contented as he is. There's simply so many little bits and pieces that Archie understands, sees, knows, feels; explains back to him, gently and directly. Even this soft laugh and promise of coffee feels like a gift of being truly understood by the man who holds his heart.

"Cheers for that."

"Well, 've got to be on your level," he teases softly; shifting his head carefully to grin more properly at his husband.

"Coffee seems like a good place t'start."

His laugh is soft and a little sleepy. His lips are sloppy as they press against his husband's jaw, arms squeezing tigher.

"It always is."

Particularly coffee together. Particularly coffee made when they had woken up in the same bed and could return to lounge there again.

He can't help the entirely pleased hum as he squirms just slightly in Horatio's hold.

"I wanna kiss you. Let up a bit?"

Because he absolutely doesn't want to break free entirely of the other man's hold.

"Really?"

It's not actually surprising. It's also not something he even hesitates about, arms slacking without fully letting go.

"'ve not even brushed my teeth."

It had never stopped them before, true.

"You kissed me just the other day right after I'd thrown up," he reminds him warmly as he shifts to face him.

It really has never stopped them. It's certainly not stopping him from leaning in now.

His laugh is entirely drowsy and perfectly contented. His lips are just a little sluggish at catching his husband's, arms squeezing tight again.

Nothing's really stopped them for ages now. That's wonderful to note.

He loves him all the time, yes. It's just that in moments like these, he's not entirely certain whether or not he loves him most when he's like this.

"God, 'ratio..." He has to lean in to steal another tender kiss, one hand lifting to brush fondly at his husband's cheek and stay there, fingertips resting slightly against his curls.

There's a teasing smile on his lips as he leans his forehead against Horatio's.

"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?" he murmurs, eyes studying the other man's face adoringly, "Thou art more lovely and more temperate."

This is particularly wonderful. It will keep being wonderful when they're home again, true. It's just uniquely blissful to cling here with the rock of waves gentle beneath them and the scent of coffee wafting around them.

Somehow, it's even better to have Archie whispering adoringly like this.

It doesn't stop him from peppering in a kiss or two against his husband's jaw. Nothing will stop that.

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.

Edited (too gay for html) 2017-02-11 04:03 (UTC)

There's nothing quite as stunning and thrilling as being known. Archie knows him. The trace of fingers and lips ghosting over his skin, seeking instantly the soft wonderful places where his nerves frazzle, are familiar and overwhelming all at once. The soft puff of words murmured against his skin leaves a trail of heat prickling against his skin as his husband moves in a calm, deliberate fashion.

He can feel his heart hammering before Archie's hands have even properly moved. He can feel himself twitching into excitement even before Archie's head starts to dip its kisses lower along his chest.

In all honesty, he would give a limb to remember what came after 'so long as men can breathe.' Then again, he would probably have to give a limb to get his lips to form even those scant words coherently. All he can properly do is let his arms scramble dumbly, first to keep Archie close and then, overwhelmed, to find purchase against the nearest counter.

"A-Archie--"

Hopefully that's a good affirmative answer to the unasked question.

That's a very good affirmative. That's got his eyes sparkling happily as Archie presses a kiss against Horatio's stomach before his hands move to push Horatio's clothes down just a hair slower than is strictly necessary.

It's a little mean to tease, but he does anyways, his hands caressing lightly without any real touching. He's gotten to finish the sonnet, after all.

"So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see," he says sweetly, lips drifting to press a kiss against Horatio's thigh as he settles to his knees, "So long lives this, and-- gives life to thee."

Another kiss, this one closer to the objective, and a softly murmured, "Love you, 'ratio," before, with a happy hum, his mouth gets put to use for something other than talking.

It remains amazing, honestly, how defiant it feels to be intimate on a ship. There's something half-blurry at the edges about feeling the motion under his feet and the old tang in the air, perhaps; some piece of him that knows he's been standing straighter and half-expecting old ghosts to appear.

It adds a wonderful haze of happy delirium to stand against those memories. He's fallen in love all over again with kissing Archie at the helm, with shouting across the waves, with laughing and gasping carelessly through the night. Now, here, as dawn finishes creeping belowdeck to meet them, with the freedom to gasp audibly and let his voice choke contentedly around Archie's name.

It's an incredibly lovely way to start the day.

He waits until he can barely stand. He gasps over and over as his throat grows nearly hoarse with moaning. He lets himself nearly buckle under the attention being lavished on him.

He has to tap at his husband's shoulder before the end, barely trusting himself to let go of the counter. "--bed?"

The coffee can wait. He can wait. This is always so much better when it's together.

There's a warm sort of adoration in his eyes as he pulls back enough to look up at Horatio to confirm he's sure. He doesn't risk letting himself hum contentedly around his husband, instead shifting off with an obviously happy sigh, letting the rasp in his voice come out clearly as he replies, "'ll right."

Which means he'll be taking Horatio's hand and pressing a soft kiss against the inside of his wrist as they head back to bed.

The coffee really can wait.

The few seconds it takes for Archie to move away, to take his hand and stumble them toward the bed, is enough to let him think again. His breath is still coming hard and ragged as he moves stumblingly to follow, but at least he can formulate a thought by the time they tumble into bed.

He loves everything they do. He just can't help loving best when they can get properly tangled in one another like this.

It's just as thrilling. It sends exactly the same shocks up his spine. It's just that he can press his lips feverishly against Archie's neck as they move together; can actually find the wherewithal to whisper affectionately.

"Let us live, and-- ah, Archie, l-let us love-- and all the words of the old, and so moral, may they be worth less than nothing to us."

Catullus isn't quite so inspired as the Bard, perhaps. It's still an attempted offer in kind, much as the shifting and petting and moving of their bodies together is.

If it fits, it ships.

after the hornblower/coffee wedding, I assume

obvs :3

but like an open marriage he still wants to make out with archie so

he can work with that :>

double marriage??

yes good

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this is probably gonna get overly Cute Shit (TM) soon fair warning

yesssss \o/

\o/ soon B)

eeeee <3

:D <333

my sons <3

i love them <3 also this is. the gayest thing i have ever written in my life.

ship ship gets real gay. it's just facts. that was impressive, though. <3

tru dat. but also tankoo :3

glitter.gif all the way down amirite

u right B)

boys plz <333

They silly and in love <3

and GIANT NERDS, tho

SO MUCH???

they're perf ;w;

i love them ;;

i love them when they aren't in their own way most tho ; ;

it tru ; ;

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