Two is certainly nice company, don't you think…
…
Lips finally parting, they regarded each other for quite some time. Though they had looked at one other before, could pick each other out of a crowd by stance, walk or set of shoulder, they spent several moments inspecting every feature, committing them to memory.
"You are so handsome, Mon amore." Tintin sighed.
"And you're just plain beautiful lad, do ya know that?"
Tintin blushed, not so much from the words – though there was that – but from the absolute conviction that not only the Captain's tone affirmed, but shone from his eyes.
"You've always been beautiful, lad. I have a confession to make, my boy. I've adored you just about since you dropped through the porthole. Adored and desired you. Only reason I've kept my distance is because I wasn't sure how'd you react. Wasn't sure if a young man in his prime would be interested in an ol' sea lion like me…"
"Archie! You are not old. You are an extremely vital man in his prime, as well."
The Captain chuckled. "Glad to hear that lad. Because I have a feeling you'll be putting me through some paces in a few."
Still smiling, the older man leaned closer, his eyes once more holding an intense light. "What do you say lad, ready to go a little further?"
Tintin' answer was to wrap his arms around Haddock and pull him forward into a hard kiss, tongues once more thrusting deep.
Just as it was getting good once more, the Captain pulled back again. Answering Tintin's frown with one of his own, the older man pursed his lips. "Not fair."
"What's not fair, Archie?" Tintin queried, confused.
"You being all naked. Now that's a fine thing and quite the sight to see, but still – not fair."
'Oh! Well, we'll just have to do something about that, won't we?" Replied the young man, wasting no time in pulling the older man's sweater off. Several moments were spent, each laughing as their hands tangled together in an attempt to pull, tug, and otherwise divest the Captain of his undershirt, pants, socks and shoes. Not necessarily in logical order.
When Haddock was just attired in his underwear, Tintin hesitated. He wanted to remove the remaining garment, but was unsure. Wouldn't just reaching down and pulling off someone's last bit of clothing, exposing them completely be a bit too forward?
Not to mention the fact that there was a rather large bulge thrusting out of the front, straining the fabric. He was both fascinated by it and a little wary. It was quite…overwhelming.
Raising his eyes to the Captain's face, he blushed as he realized the man knew exactly where his gaze had been fastened on.
Haddock reached out and ruffled his hair. "Don't worry lad, just because the bull has been set free doesn't mean ya have to wrestle it to the ground right away." And so saying, the older man reached down and slid the underwear off.
Tintin swallowed. The man was rather…large. Not so much long, but thick. And if those were his balls…Great snakes and crumbs weren't strong enough descriptions - thunderin' blue barnacles were closer. Tintin doubted he could hold one in his hand, let alone both of those dark purple globes.
Feeling a bit inadequate, Tintin swallowed his pride and began to gaze on the man's other attributes. Such as his strong chest and slightly rounded, but still hard belly. And all of it covered in coarse, black hair. He noticed suddenly that the Captains nipples were poking up nicely out of the carpet they were nestled in.
Ok, that he could deal with.
Raising a hand he laid it against the man's chest. He ran his fingers through the wiry hair and then began to attend to the dark brown, hardened nub. Just as Haddock had done to him, he repaid in kind. Only he added nuzzling his face and nose into the thick hair. The nipple felt strange but good in his mouth, and he sucked both lightly and strongly, eliciting pleased sighs and strangled groans.
The Captain stayed where he was, slightly propped up on both elbows. Tintin could feel the older man watching him, and he got a thrill knowing Haddock was enjoying the pleasure from receiving and observing Tintin giving it.
His body was once more on fire and everything seemed incredibly sensitive, from his own nipples down his fluttering belly to his groin. He had risen again, and his balls burned.
Tintin turned a bit and as he did, the tip of his arousal brushed against the older man's thigh.
Feeling as if he'd just had a match put to it; Tintin moved back a bit and stopped what he was doing.
The Captain laid a hand on his arm. "Aye, lad, feeling the same way." Grinning a bit, he regarded the boy with a twinkling eye. "Heaven knows we've got all day, all night if we want." He laughed at Tintin's expression. "But, as much as a person likes being touched and fondled, caressed and coddled, there comes a time when activities need to be…shall we say, hurried along?"
Growing more serious, the older man looked at Tintin, his hand rising up to stroke his cheek. "Sometimes it's better to get all the raw emotions out of the way, and then settle down, get comfortable and take one's time."
Seeing the logic of it, if not the actual solution, Tintin nodded.
Smiling reassuringly, the Captain lay down and turned onto his side. Patting the covers beside him, he motioned for Tintin to do the same. As the young man spread out beside him, he felt the man place a hand on his hip.
"Tell me laddie, have you ever heard of frottage?"
Brows knit, Tintin shook his head.
"Put simply, that's when two people rub themselves and when I say themselves, I mean their intimate parts, against each other. Understand?" Haddock answered.
"Ok, I think I do. You mean yours and my, er, rub back and forth…"
"Exactly! One person holds the other one, vice versa and keeps moving till all's said and done."
"Ah, I see. But I'm a bit…smaller…than you. Won't that make a difference?" Tintin asked in a low voice.
"Not at all, my boy, not at all!" Haddock replied reassuringly. "A cock doesn't care what's holding it or touching it, just as long as something's taking care of it. Besides." He smiled, "It's not what ya have, it's how you use it."
Reassured, he felt the Captain slide close. The arm the other man was propped up on slid under his neck and then bent around his shoulder. The other free hand still remained on Tintin's hip.
Tintin mirrored Haddock's position. Their bodies were inches apart, and the heat rising between them added to the growing excitement. Both of them were erect, but had not quite achieved full arousal.
Bending his head, the Captain brought his lips to Tintin's. In moments they were kissing hard and deep. This time neither one pulled back. Quite the opposite, they leaned in toward each other.
Caught up in the heady delight of the older man's passionate kisses, Tintin didn't shy away as the hand on his hip slid down and brushed against his belly.
But he did inhale quickly as that hand slid against the back of his erection. He somehow managed to keep kissing, though.
But when it enveloped his shaft completely and squeezed ever so nicely, he couldn't help but fling his head back and utter an "Oh!" of delight. And then the Captain slid even closer and there was no space between their bodies. Tintin felt a leg slide between his and he lifted his top one and crossed it over the other man's thigh.
He could feel Haddock's large, thick and extremely hot cock pressing against his, the Captain having opened his hand, placing palm against the top of Tintin's shaft, the back of the man's hand pressing against his belly.
Trailing his fingers down, receiving a sound somewhere between a purr and a growl from the older man, Tintin slid his own hand between the tight space and placed it in the same position and pressed the other man's cock against his own. He seriously doubted he could wrap his fingers fully around the circumference.
For a moment they stayed still, and then the Captain once more began to kiss Tintin, his tongue sliding in and out of the younger man's mouth. At the same time, the other man's hand moved up and down, stroking Tintin to the same rhythm as the tongue. And at the same time, Haddocks hips began to move back and forth, at the same tempo as everything else.
Tintin didn't think, just allowed himself to be swept up into the sensations that swirled around him. His own hand was rubbing back and forth; his own hips were pumping in time. He didn't try to push his tongue into the other man's mouth, just kept receiving that moist muscle deep inside him over and over.
Enveloped in heat that rose from each of their bodies, inhaling each other's musky scent and sweat, hearing each other's groans and grunts, moans and soft cries, they were quickly being driven faster and further by each other's movements. They soon were a heaving, thrusting pile of limbs and torsos, hands holding stiffened shafts close together as they rubbed deliciously back and forth, pre-cum moistening each other's surfaces, hips thrusting forward and back. They didn't always match each other's rhythm, but neither one really cared.
Nor did either one of them care when the Captain pressed Tintin back a little, slightly laying upon him. Tintin did manage to slide a leg between the other man's, but whether out of need to relieve the weight pressing on it, or get better tension was debatable.
All they cared about was giving and getting the exquisite, wondrous, incredible vibrations that surged through them. Hearts were beating wildly, chests pumping for air (kisses having been suspended for the time being as thoughts were centered on other areas), sweat beading on skin to trickle down brow, back, arms.
The creaking of the bed was barely heard above the outright cries of passion that burst from mouths, lips pulled open in expressions of delight. Brows were furrowed, eyes either shut tight or staring at nothing, teeth clenched. Fists were clutching hard at shoulders, fingernails leaving impressions. Once In a while one of those fists let go, to pound into the mattress, only to latch on again.
Every atom of their consciousness was centered on the strong urges that had taken hold of their groins. Each one was extremely aware of the feel of the other's cock on his, swollen balls just underneath rubbing as well along with bellies and abdomens, thighs pressing hard. And the movements of hands and hips not just adding, but multiplying the ecstasy.
As one they spiraled up, reaching for nirvana. It was so close…
Tintin was vaguely aware of his partner stilling, and then something hot and thick spreading across his abdomen and chest, but he was in the throes of an uncommonly strong orgasm and filed it away as something to think about later. He was also aware of the Captain grunting deeply and then calling out his name.
A moment later and it was Tintin's turn to stiffen, still his movements, push his hips forward and feel the first exquisite surge as his semen burst from him. Groaning with every twitch that caused more ribbons of sperm to jet from him, he could feel the warm, sticky fluid spurt between him and the body pressed close. He faintly acknowledged that now he knew what it was that had squirted between them earlier – the Captain had climaxed.
Sparkles of light faded to a dull blankness. His limbs were heavy, his body exhausted. He was hazily aware of his chest feeling as if it were to explode, between his heart beating madly and his lungs struggling to bring in enough air. But a nice lassitude had taken hold of him, and he just wanted to lay there for a while and bask in the blissful after glow. A weight was pressing against him, but it was a nice weight, making him feel safe, protected.
And that's when Tintin's stomach growled hungrily.