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the shipping picture prompt meme
SIMILAR TO THE PICTURE PROMPT MEME & THE SMUT PICTURE PROMPT MEME ONLY FOR SHIPPING.

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iii. REPLY TO THEM WITH A SETTING BASED ON THE IMAGES.

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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.

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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