Haddocks time on his ship wasn't all fun and drinking.(for Tintin Kinkmeme)

Warnings for Noncon and Sex and Violence.

Part 3

"You alright Archie" Tintin asked turning onto his side looking up at Haddock who had woken up long ago from his nightmare, caught deep in dark thoughts and memories. Causing him to jump and look down at Tintin with a small crooked smile from beneath his beard. "Yes of course lad. Just a bad dream. Go back to sleep"

Tintin had known about his dreams and what had happened to drive him to drink and despair. Lightening flashing in the background lighting the worry lines on his handsome captains face proved to him that Haddock was anything but fine. The intimacy issues that had been between them in the beginning of their relationship long since gone. Haddock a younger man than the years of abuse let on obviously having suffered deeply under the dastardly hands of Allan.

The first time Haddock had let Tintin top him. Haddock had panicked and felt he'd ruined the entire relationship. Tintin assured him that it was all well. The next time he topped. They had made sure all the lights where on, and Haddock was free to move. It had been such a release for the older man that Tintin topping him had been far more frequent after that.

Now however Tintin thought he needed something else. Slipping away from his side of the bed straddling Haddocks hips. His almost hairless body a great contrast to Haddocks own hairy muscle body. Haddocks hips canting upwards obviously the sight of his land on top of him driving all thought of his life on the Karaboudjan away from him.

Tintin leaned over Haddock pulling the lubricant from its usual hiding place, slicking Haddocks cock generously before sliding down onto it, stopping to allow them both to adjust before starting to move slowly. Haddock wanting to speed up but knowing that Tintin was in charge at the moment the happy little smirking smile on his face as he moved up and down Haddocks bold cock was all the proof he needed. Like the kitten that got the cream.

Unable to keep his hands off of Tintin. Moving his hand to his cock watching his massive hand engulf Tintins cock making him buck forward into his hand every time that he came up. The callused hard hand making it difficult for Tintin not to shoot just them.

Finally they met each other's rhythm's having gone from slow and steady to a frantic pace that caused the bed to creak and squeak leaving no doubt in the minds of the other residents of Marlinspike Hall of what was going on. Haddock spilling his seed deep within Tintin before Tintin marked Haddock with his own spunk ,collapsing on top his older lover with a small boyish giggle.

"Feel better Archie?" he whispered kissing the fuzz just next to his beard beneath his chin. Grinning back at Tintin and wrapping his arm around Tintin "Billions of bilious blue blistering barnacles…did I ever lad. You know how to treat an old sea dog" tintin could only grin to himself. He knew he was just as lucky as Haddock was to find him.