And now, I direct your attention to the main event...
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"Still with us there, my boy? You all right?"
Still not capable of speech, but rapidly recovering his ability to move and think, Tintin lifted his head and smiled reassuringly. Oh, he was more than all right.
Taking a breath, he swallowed against a dry throat. "Archie, that was…amazing! I know I keep saying the same thing over and over, but…it really is amazing. And wonderful. And incredible."
Propping himself up on one arm, he reached out with the other and took his best friend's hand in his own. "I want to thank you, Mon Amore, my love, my Captain. I've never had this much…enjoyment in all my life. And to know that it is you, Archie, here with me and giving me so much pleasure…" Tintin stopped as he felt his eyes blur and his throat close a bit.
He was suddenly pulled into a bone crushing hug.
"Tintin! Laddie, my dear, sweet boy! You've just added years to this ol' reprobate's life hearin' ya say that. I'm so glad to know you're enjoying this, believe me when I say it's a pleasure to be giving you such pleasure."
Snuggling into the embrace, Tintin smiled contentedly. "Everything you've done has been a pleasure. And anything new you do will be just as pleasurable if not more so."
He felt the older man's breath hitch in his chest, then blow out in one long exhalation.
"Lad…? I haven't asked, because I wasn't sure, though I think maybe now, that is, you've accepted more than I thought you would, but…would you, that is…" Haddock ground to a stop.
Tintin frowned a bit. "What is it Archie? Go ahead and ask."
"I want you lad. Do you know what I mean by that? I want to make love to you, go inside of you and move inside and with you. Spill my seed deep within you, my boy."
He felt himself being pushed up and back until he was gazing directly into the Captain's eyes, the older man's face serious, yet filled with an emotion Tintin had never seen before. There was devotion but there was also a…hunger. Desire.
For him.
No-one had ever looked at him like that. It stunned him. And then made him feel incredibly lightheaded and giddy and yet oddly feeling like crying and laughing at the same time.
He'd gone to the ends of the earth and beyond for and with this man, his friend and now his lover.
Smiling back with joy, he nodded. "Please…I want you to. I want to be one with you. Archie, my love, please. Love me."
The light that shone from Haddock's eyes might have been blinding, but by then he'd pulled the younger man back into his arms and was kissing him passionately.
Tintin felt himself being lowered back on to the bed, the Captain's arms still wrapped around him. The feel of the man's weight and bulk was comforting. As the older man shifted position, Tintin softly whispered, "Show me what to do."
"Lift your legs and put them over me, my boy."
Quickly attaining that arrangement, Tintin once more felt Haddock shift and lift his weight off, braced on his arms, his hands flat against the younger man's shoulder blades. Tintin could feel the man's thighs against his hips.
And then the Captain was sitting up. "Whoops, don't want to hurt you, love. Granted, ya've got enough lube inside you already, but still…" Rapidly coating his entire length, he tossed the bottle aside and returned to bending over and cradling Tintin.
For a moment they regarded each other, both of them breathing deeply. Even though his friend's chest was raised a bit above him, Tintin could feel the heart beating rapidly. Just as rapidly as his own.
"Tintin? I'm rather thick, thicker than the widest plug that was in you. You feel any pain, any you hear, and I'm out and off you. I've waited a long time to get you into my arms; I don't want this to become something you end up hating."
"Archie, I trust you. You won't hurt me, this will be all right. I will end up loving this, I know I will."
Smiling at him tenderly, the Captain continued. "I mean it, lad. We've come quite a long way in a short time. We can wait if we need to, take it slower."
"No Mon Capitan. I'm ready. I want to be taken by you, made yours, fully." Tintin announced decisively, throwing his arms about the man, pulling him tight and kissing ardently.
Parting a little, he felt Haddock pressing his hips down and forward and Tintin instinctively raised his. And when Tintin once more felt something touch him, he knew it wasn't something man made. This was the real thing that was pressing against him, warm and alive. He could feel the shaft throbbing as it rested against him.
He moaned with anticipation and pleasure as the head penetrated into him, the warmth of it already making him feel wonderful. The Captain took him slowly, sinking into him inch by inch; hesitating between each push to make sure Tintin was comfortable and ready for the next slide forward.
Much as Tintin wanted to pull the man in deep, bury that hot, throbbing, hard and thick shaft as far inside him as it could go, he was also glad that the older man was holding back. It was thicker than he was used to, and the pain of being stretched so fully out was almost more than he could bear.
Almost.
Because the feel of that cock sliding deeper and deeper inside him was the most exotic, erotic and blissful experience he'd ever had.
Tintin took a breath only to let out a moan each time his friend slipped in a bit deeper. Further and further Haddock penetrated and Tintin felt the amazing sensation of something thick and hot and moving being seated completely within him.
And the further into him the Captain slid that intoxicating shaft, the harder his own cock got, until his erection was at its most intense angle it had ever been, the underside of his shaft bobbing against the older man's belly.
Opening his eyes as he realized Haddock hadn't moved in a while, he found himself gazing into his friend's tenderly smiling, somewhat triumphant face.
"In ya lad, all the way." Tintin felt the Captain wriggle his hips a bit. "Can you feel em', my balls, against you?"
He could certainly feel those searing globes pressing against his buttocks. Smiling somewhat mischievously up at the older man, Tintin began to tighten his rectum and anal muscles around that thick shaft that lay so delightfully inside him, causing the Captain to groan deeply.
"Ah laddie, you're tight enough as it is! I want to move inside ya before I come!"
Relaxing himself, Tintin gave an experimental up and down motion with his hips. A second later and Haddock was also moving. For a moment they were completely out of sync, and then gradually they found the right rhythm - Tintin thrusting up as the Captain thrust forward, and pull back when he felt the man retreat.
At first they were barely moving, Haddock still making sure to move slowly. But as passion began to build, as friction heated up already boiling hot flesh and even hotter urges, they began to rock back and forth more and more urgently.
Grunts and groans filled the room, along with the occasional outcry to deities. Curses also turned the air somewhat blue, and neither one could say which one said what.
But both of them were well aware each and every time the other called their name.
The creaking of the bed and the slippery wet sound of flesh moving within flesh accompanied the out cries, the slapping of testicles against buttock giving punctuation.
Sweat dripped and fingers clutched, nails biting deep. Teeth were clenched; lips pulled back in a grin of ecstasy, eyes focused on nothing.
It was all movement - thrusting back and forth, in and out, up and down - bodies meeting over and over in timeless cadence. The pace, while urgent, wasn't frenzied either.
Even though Tintin's mind was threatened to become overwhelmed by it all, he was amazingly able to somehow be aware of everything around and within him.
The feel of the blanket beneath him. The moonlight that streamed between curtains. The soft breeze that blew through those curtains. The sound the bedsprings made. Even the ticking of the bedside clock made it into his consciousness.
Along with the sound and feel of the Captain's breathing and the beating of each of their hearts, almost in perfect harmony. The brushing of the older man's chest and belly hairs against his smooth skin. His erection beiing rubbed by the movements. The feel of Haddock's pubic hairs against his scrotum. The way he was enveloped into the man's arms and legs, held tight to the large body that pressed against and within him. His own limbs wrapped tight around taut back, pulling already close body closer.
The tempo of their movements, which if it wasn't for the rising urgency that was growing stronger and stronger, could have continued on and on.
Every little sensation was ingrained upon him. This was his first time and he was going to remember everything, forever.
And when he finally came, squirting his semen between the two of them, he was aware that the accompanying spasm that ran through his rectum was sending his lover into deeper ecstasy.
Even then, his mind whirling from the aftermath of his own climax, he was well aware of the exact moment the Captain stilled, thrusting deep, and the older man's cock twitching again and again inside of him.
Tintin almost climaxed again as heat surged even deeper inside him and seemed to radiate outward. He knew his friend had attained his wish. He had emptied his precious seed into Tintin. He'd never felt so honored – it made all the awards and commendations pale by comparison.
Collapsing together, they lay as one, breathing hard. Small movements were made as a knee was eased here, an elbow straightened or bent there.
Just as he began to sink down into an incredibly deep state of blissfulness, Tintin felt the lightest of kisses pressed against him.
And that's when he knew. He was not just loved wholly and completely. But that he was just as much in love.