Tintin has just been treated to the most amazing experience of this life. But he wasn't the only one...
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The morning sunlight woke Haddock. But the most glorious sight wasn't the golden glow that filled his room. It was the vision of ginger hair that lay just under his nose, hair that belonged to the most precious treasure he'd ever had.
He tightened his arms gently around that warm, slim body snuggled against him and he sighed with deep satisfaction.
Even though his little love was lying right beside him, even though the Captain could feel certain muscles that were going to be quite stiff upon moving, even though he could smell the scent of sex in the room, he still couldn't quite believe that his most fondest desire had come true.
The lad, his boy, Tintin – had invited him inside, allowed him to make love to the young man.
Haddock lay there and recalled how he had recovered after the final climax. He had pretty much collapsed on the lad, and was a bit concerned his weight might be a bit much for the boy's slight form. But Tintin had only slightly opened his eyes and smiled comfortably, murmuring something about being safe and warm.
So he had lain there for a while, his robe keeping his own back nice and toasty while his sweat slicked skin cooled.
Eventually he had to shift and he slowly lifted off the now sound asleep young man. Bit by bit he moved back and down until he was able to stand up. He quickly removed the cock and scrotum ring that had allowed him to last so long, and had given such intense pleasure. But not as much pleasure as his little lover had.
Striding around to the other side of the bed, he pulled back the covers and then removed his robe. Reaching over he gathered Tintin into his arms and then placed the boy onto the sheets and slipped in beside him. Haddock pulled the blankets around them, again gathered the boy close and joined him in sweet slumber.
And now, now he was awake and recalling each and every moment he had spent with the boy last night and the day before, introducing him to the wonders of sex. He hadn't lied when he had told Tintin that he was beginning to get a little concerned that the boy didn't seem to be interested in even the slightest of carnal delights. He'd never caught the boy kissing a girl, or even looking at one without more than a passing glance.
To know that Tintin not only had a sex drive, but that it was geared toward him filled him to the brink.
He had always wanted to take the boy into his arms, cuddle and coddle him. Press his mouth against that flawless peaches and cream complexion, run a fingertip from freckle to freckle that graced the boy's cheeks and nose. Kiss that round button nose and sensitive eyelids. Watch as the lad's clear bluish-grey eyes darken with pleasure, widen with delight. Stroke and caress the boy's lovely forehead, the softly curving cheek and jaw, cup that oval chin.
Giving in to impulse, Haddock shifted slightly back, just enough to gaze down at Tintin's sleeping face. His breath caught in his chest.
The boy was gorgeous.
He knew the lad was aware that most thought of him as just a youth, and a baby faced one at that. And though Tintin never said anything, Haddock was sensitive to the fact that every time an old woman, or even an old man, or anyone for that matter, referred to him as a pretty child, the lad gave just the barest of winces. Heaven forbid if Tintin was described as cute!
But as he examined the lad's features, he had to admit the boy was baby faced, was pretty and even…cute.
In an outstandingly beautiful way.
And his body! It may be shorter than average and slim in build, but there were muscles under those smooth arms and legs, chest and back and stomach. A taut muscular body that had responded quite enthusiastically to each and every delight the Captain had introduced. A body that was an absolute joy to hold, to feel move with him.
Raising his eyes up from the body he was gazing at, even though it was under the covers, Haddock met the lad's now open ones. The brilliant grey orbs were looking at him with love, adoration and a heat that the older man recognized as nothing other than pure, burning desire.
Haddock's heart soared. He'd have Tintin back in his arms in no time at all, pleasuring his precious little love and taking them both to the brink of passion and over it into blissful nirvana.
And that's when he knew the adventure wasn't over and he and his ginger-haired lover would be together forever.
Fin.
Author's Note
Well, there you have it! And as Haddock had told Tintin, don't have to ask if you enjoyed it, you let me know most explicitly!
Thank you all for your reviews, I'd apologize for all the puddles of drool, incoherent mumbling, cold showers and any panties that may have been ruined in the process...
But I'm really not sorry! :-) Trust me when I say, I had just as much enjoyment not only from writing this, but publishing it as well.