Hungry for more? Let's indulge in this feast of delights…
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Tintin's eyes popped open. It took a moment to place his self. Bedroom. Lying on the bed. One side of him cool from the breeze that blew in from the open window and the other side warm from…
A slow smile spread across his face. He knew exactly where he was - with his best friend who was now much more than that.
Freeing the hand that was still gripping the Captain's now slack shaft, he began to stroke the man's arm, chest and neck. He ran the fingers of the hand still wrapped around the other man's shoulder through the thick dark hair, ran the finger tips of the other around Haddock's face, learning every feature by touch.
"Now that's a nice way to be woken up, lad." The Captain murmured, stretching luxuriously. Turning, he first bestowed a gentle kiss to Tintin's lips, then raised his head and regarded the young man.
"So tell me lad, did you enjoy that?"
"Immensely Mon amore, my Captain. Very much so."
"Pleased to hear it my boy. And may I say, I found it marvelous as well."
Tintin opened his mouth to say something, only to have his belly rumble again.
"Thunderin' typhoons boy, you've had no breakfast, have you!" Cried the older man, looking at him in consternation.
"Well, no."
"Better do something about that, have to keep your strength up, wouldn't want you lagging at a crucial moment." Haddock leered mischievously only for his face to suddenly turn sorrowful. "Unless you'd rather not do any more. We can stop, if you'd like."
"No Archie!" Tintin ascertained. "I want to be with you, stay with you. I want you to show me more, teach me…"
"Tell you what my boy, you stay here, no reason for both of us to be inconvenienced, and I'll be right back with a bite and something to wash it down with."
So saying, the Captain stood up, quickly donned trousers and sweater, but left his underwear, socks and shoes off and left the room.
Sighing, Tintin lay back and put his hands behind his head. He couldn't believe it. He'd only fantasized about this late at night. He'd never given a thought to actively seeking out the older man, figuring that the Captain looked at him as most did – a baby faced kid who needed to be protected, instead of a fully grown adult with fully grown adult urges.
And now, now he and his best friend were together, exploring each other and giving each other much satisfaction. He felt a frisson of pleasure shake him as he contemplated what further delights awaited.
Haddock must have run down the stairs and back again, because he soon reentered the room, making sure the door was closed. He was carrying a glass of orange juice in one hand, and a couple of croissants in the other.
Getting up, Tintin crossed to the small table across from the bed and was soon breaking his fast. He tried not to gobble the sweet, buttery pastries or guzzle the refreshing liquid.
As he ate, Haddock sat on the bed and observed him. Wiping off the crumbs from his hands and standing up, Tintin started to make his way back over to him.
"Stop." The Captain commanded.
Eyebrows rising in question, the young man complied.
"Just want to look at you, lad. Turn around, if you would."
Smiling with self consciousness, he made a slow revolve.
"Now that is one pretty picture, Tintin my boy. You are the most attractive, beautiful and delectable dish I've ever seen."
He couldn't help the blush that reddened already rosy cheeks. "Please Archie, I find you most attractive as well. You are an incredibly handsome man."
"Ah lad, you flatter this ol' seaman, but I'll take your words to heart none the less. Now, come on over here, seeing you eat has got me hungry." Haddock smiled, his bright blue eyes both twinkling and beginning to burn.
"No." Tintin said forcefully, while standing straight with his hands on his hips. "Not fair."
The other man's eyebrows rose. "Er, what? What's not fair?" he asked, scowling a bit.
"Here I am with nothing on and there you sit, fully clothed again. Not. Fair." He announced. He beckoned with his hand. "Stand up and come over here, those need to come off."
Haddock tried to glower, but couldn't keep a smile from playing over his lips as he did as Tintin had ordered. Once again the Captain's clothes were removed, but this time by Tintin's hands. The younger man could feel the other's skin quiver where his hands touched.
Tintin walked around Haddock, making small contemplative sounds. Returning to stand in front of the older man, he crossed one arm over his chest and tapped the finger of his other hand against his lower lip.
"Well…I guess you're okay, you'll do." He observed, his face and tone serious. But his grey eyes were laughing.
Growling in mock anger, the Captain grabbed hold of him and lifted him up, swinging him over the older man's shoulder. "Why you little scamp, you!" he cried, spanking Tintin's round buttocks hard enough to redden them slightly, but not enough to bruise or raise welts.
Laughing, Tintin kicked his feet and softly pummeled the man's back with his fists. Joining in the merriment, Haddock carried him over to the bed and swung him down, to land bouncing slightly.
"Guess I'll just have to teach you a lesson in manners, young man!" the Captain said sternly, trying but failing to successfully hide a smile. And then he proceeded to kiss Tintin all over while tickling stomach and ribs, eliciting squeals and giggles.
"Stop…Stop, oh… please…enough…Oh!" Tintin gasped out between snorts of amusement.
Stilling his hands, but continuing to kiss the young man, Haddock worked his way up from belly to face, where they spent a fair amount of time exchanging several wide open smooches.
Both of them heaved a sigh as they parted for the moment.
Looking at the man, Tintin's face softened. "You are much more than okay, Mon Capitan. You are amazing, wonderful, brave, thoughtful and the very best friend any one could ask for. I…I'm lucky to have you. I know I wouldn't be able to do any of this with somebody else."
"It's me that thanks his lucky stars, lad. You bring out the best in me. And you're the wonderful, amazing one. Not to mention beautiful beyond belief. I'm proud to be your friend, Tintin and pleased as punch that you've allowed me the honor of sharing your friendship. And now your body. I've enjoyed giving you pleasure and receiving it in return." The amount of love that shone out of his blue eyes caused a lump to form in the younger man's throat and his chest to constrict. He never wanted to that look to dim.
Tintin frowned for a moment. "Umm..Archie? I…I feel bad, because I know I heard you call out my name, when we were together and...And I don't think…I did."
Haddock smiled gently. "Don't worry about it lad. I know how deeply you feel for me. And we're still getting started, much more to do, discover, explore. And I don't know about you, but I've talked enough. Ready for another adventure?
"Absolutely!" Tintin readily agreed. "What are we going to do now?" he asked excitedly.
Sitting up, the older man regarded him for a moment, and then reached a decision.
"Slide down a bit lad, so your legs hang over."
Complying, the younger man moved into position, still laying down, his lower legs bent over the bed's edge. He waited, biting his lip a bit as the Captain stood up and moved to stand in front of him.
Eyes widening a bit, he watched as Haddock knelt in front of him, placed a gentle hand on each knee and eased his legs apart. And then the man was bending forward and down, angling for the area just below Tintin's belly and just above the thighs.
A shuddering gasp, followed by a long, low moan as he first experienced warm breath on his still flaccid cock and then warm, moist sensations as Haddock began to kiss along the length. Tintin took a deep breath and arched his back, grabbing at the blanket.
Slowly the older man worked his way down from the base, sliding his lips and tongue along the shaft until he reached the glans, then flicked a tongue against the tip.
Tintin was gasping, his body trembling. He was no longer soft, but had begun to harden, thicken and rise. Quickly. Heat swept through him, starting at the exact spot the Captain had first kissed him and radiating outward.
His testicles wasted no time in enlarging either. They were swollen, hot and ached intensely. Never had he thought that it would feel so good, even in his wildest dreams. And not just from the attention being given him by the man's talented mouth, but also the sensations from hot breath on hot flesh.
But adding to and even increasing the intensity was the touch of the older man's beard, tickling and softly scratching against Tintin's sensitive groin and inner thighs. The only reason why he wasn't writhing was because he wanted to hold still (well, hold still the best he could) and keep experiencing everything.
Having been given easy access by the younger man's sudden arousal, Haddock moved his mouth down the underside of Tintin's shaft, lips kissing and tongue licking. Tintin began to pant.
Pulling away for a moment, the older man lowered his head a bit and began to give the same exquisite treatment to the lad's scrotum. Tintin rocketed up only to fall back down. Small groans and low moans escaped his lips as the Captain pressed his attentions to the entire surface of his balls, adding soft sucks, tiny nips and nose nuzzles to the slightly shuddering flesh. Tintin's legs spread wider and lifted a bit, so they were standing on toe-tip.
Sinking just a little bit more, Haddock introduced Tintin to the incredible amazing experience of having his sensitive peritoneum not only licked and kissed as well, but also lightly sucked. The younger man responded by bucking and writhing in pleasure. He cried out exultation, calling upon God but mostly upon Archie.
All while the Captain's mouth placed incredible delight on its subjects, the man's hands were running up and down Tintin's thighs, along his hips, across shivering belly. Every so often they'd slide under the younger man's buttocks and give a few soft squeezes.
Just as Tintin felt he couldn't hold out any longer and was about to place his hands onto himself, his seemingly neglected shaft throbbing above it all, than he felt Haddock shift and rise up. A hot, moist tongue swiped up the taut ridge along the underside of his shaft, coming to a halt just above the tip. Twice the tongue flicked out, licking the seeping moisture off. Moaning in need, Tintin bucked his hips a bit.
And then he cried out as the Captain's mouth opened and sucked in the head. For a long, delirious moment, the older man held him inside gently but sucking him hard.
Abruptly sitting up, Tintin grasped Haddock's head, fingers sinking into thick hair. Curling close, he pressed his forehead to his friend's crown. Small noises of delight burst from him.
Feeling the long, indescribably intoxicating sensation ease, he straightened a bit. Only to arch back as the older man began to bob up and down, sucking lightly all the time. Lying back down, he began to move as well, meeting the down stroke with an upward thrust of his own.
Gradually the strength of the Captain's suction increased, while moving up and down faster. Tintin had by this time lost all ability to think of, yet alone speak, any coherent words – uttering a series of ecstatic noises and even a few whimpers. He just moved with the urges, face contorted in an expression of ecstasy, eyes either clenched tight or staring unseeingly. His hands fisted over and over into the covers while he tilted his head back, his spine arched in a bow.
Up and up he rose as the passion built, the pressure intensifying as the need to attain relief became more and more overwhelming.
His body was shuddering as wave after wave swept over him. Spasms gripped and released not only his cock, but also his abdominal and upper thigh muscles. His rectum and scrotum rippled with answering surges as he climaxed, semen jetting out of him. The Captain never raised his head from Tintin's jerking cock, taking all that the younger man gave.
Collapsing entirely, Tintin lay there unmoving for a while. Slowly his head stopped spinning. Gaining some control over himself he managed to find the strength to lift his head and found his friend's blue eyes sparkling at him from where they peeked over his still heaving chest.
"Not going to ask if you liked that, you made your pleasure very obvious." The other man stated.
As he stood up, Tintin noticed that the Captain was equally aroused as he had been just moments before. Lifting a hand, Tintin made a motion and flicked his gaze from the other man's eyes to the proud shaft.
"Stay still, my boy. You're obviously still recovering from a very intense ride. And this won't take but a second or two." So saying, Haddock began to stroke himself, obviously enjoying the experience.
Bending over Tintin's still slack body, the Captain braced himself with one hand on the bed and continued to rub his other hand up and down, his tempo increasing with each stroke. The tip of his cock brushed against Tintin's belly. A deep grunt, a series of heavy sighs and suddenly milky white ribbons surged out of the tip, arcing out and landing with soft splats on Tintin's upper torso.
Taking a deep breath, Haddock reclined next to Tintin and began to run his finger into the still warm, thick fluid. Staring into Tintin's drowsy eyes, he brought the coated digit up to the younger man's slightly parted lips.
Gazing back sleepily, yet still feeling anticipation, Tintin opened his mouth.
Tasting salt and smelling the odd yet not unpleasant odor of musk, Tintin rolled the sticky liquid around his mouth. He found both the taste and texture appealing. The Captain kept dipping his finger into the remains of his orgasm and Tintin kept opening his mouth like a baby bird, eagerly accepting the offering.
Finding no more residues worth scraping up, the older man leaned forward and began to lick up the light coating.
Tintin sighed and closed his eyes. He gave a small murmur of delight and comfort when he felt the man's arms take hold of him, lift him up and cradle him close.
And that's when he wondered what could be next.