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If it fits, it ships.

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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.

"Horatio."

The moan is already practically a shout. There's so much more he means to say. It's just that, for a few moments, he's utterly overwhelmed by the sensations of Horatio's touch and words in his ear.

"G-God, I l-love you."

There doesn't need to be more than that. There doesn't need to be anything but the breathless happy noises, the gasped sentiments, the wonderful tremble passing between them like an electric shock.

"Give me-- a thousand kisses." He's skipped a few lines. He can't begin to spare a proper thought for it as he fumbles briefly onto his elbows to press the words directly against Archie's lips. "A-- a hundred more, another thousand, and another hundred."

He loves this man. It strikes him, innocent as anything, even in moments of abject debauchery.

He can't help the pleased gasps that escape his lips with each movement and mumbled word. He can't help the way he kisses Horatio back with a desperate sort of need in answer to the recited lines.

He thinks he starts laughing brightly somewhere between one contented moan and another. He can't help but feel entirely overwhelmed with the joy and love he feels for his husband, in this moment as well as any other.

He can't last long. He'd been far too riled up before they had even hit the bed. It's the laughter that pushes him over the edge, gasping for air and gulping out a few soft laughs of his own.

His entire body feels exhausted and contented all over again, but that doesn't stop him from continuing to touch coaxingly. There's a hazy thickness to his voice as his lips drop lazily along Archie's jaw line, nipping faint punctuation.

"And, when we’ve... counted up the many thousands, confuse them-- so as not to know them all, so that no enemy may cast an evil eye, by knowing that... there were so many kisses."

It isn't really so much longer til Archie follows suit, really. The general headiness of the moment, as well as the specific excitement to be found in both satisfying Horatio and having his husband quote poetry at him, is far too overwhelming in its own right. Combined with the kisses and touches, and it's simply impossible for Archie not to let go with an entirely ecstatic cry.

It's just as impossible, after, for him not to return Horatio's kisses with sloppy, slow, and entirely sweet ones of his own, a breathless "'ratio" occasionally falling from his lips.

"I love you."

He always means it. He trusts infinitely that Horatio knows he always means it. There's still something lovely about murmuring it when they're tangled and exhausted like this--with underlining physical intimacy with the thing that matters much, much more.

"I love you completely, Archie Kennedy."

"I know."

It's impossible not to sound so sleepily contented as he kisses Horatio back.

"I love you-- just as much, too, Horatio Hornblower. My--" A soft, pleased laugh, "My husband."

He wouldn't mind if saying the words never fails to make him this happy.

They've been devoted for years. They've been on this path for years. It still feels stunningly delightful to have Archie call him 'husband.'

"Let me get you some coffee, hm?"

"Mmm."

He has to steal one last kiss from his husband, fingers brushing lovingly through Horatio's hair, before he more properly lets him go.

"'ll right."

It really is beyond a blessing. It really is almost beyond comprehension.

Horatio isn't at all sure how he managed to be here, pulling himself out of bed from a lazy morning with his husband to grab them each a cup of fresh coffee before they head out to the waves.

It might be heaven.

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If it fits, it ships.

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 ; ;

<333 ;;

<3333!

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