They both look happy. Archie looks just about gleeful, and William looks overwhelmed in the most wonderful manner possible. Would it be so terrible to have little moments like this? Would it be so wrong to enjoy something for themselves?
Certainty bubbles through him. It doesn't quite stay stuck to his ribs, but it rushes around his heart pleasantly for a few moments.
The sensation is strong enough at least as the other men's lips meet. The surge of joy prompts Horatio to lean slightly forward, aiming to peck against William's cheek.
Three bodies moving together isn't quite as easy as two, of course. Maybe no one will mind that Horatio misses and winds up nipping slightly under William's jaw instead.
What William finds strange, in that moment, is how the kiss is both entirely too much and not nearly enough at the same time — it feels, when their lips meet, like the kind of kiss meant to break quickly. Like Archie's just testing the waters.
William doesn't want to be tested; he wants to be taken, to be dragged even further out of himself than he already is. He grabs a fistful of Archie's shirt, holding on tight and keeping them both in place so the kiss goes and goes.
— and that's right about when he feels Horatio's mouth on his neck, and he has to pull away from the kiss just so he can breathe.
But does such a sharp inhale count as a breath, or a gasp?
The way William grabs at his shirt earns a panic that shows in the briefest catch of his breath. Hopefully Horatio won't notice; hopefully the way Archie squeezes slightly at Horatio's side to ground himself looks more like affection. He doesn't want this moment to end just because of old ghosts that he's largely over.
He wants William to grab at his shirt like that; to maybe take it off him at some point. He wants Horatio to kiss him until he forgets he's ever suffered. He wants this, and that's all the difference in the world.
That's enough, really, to have him shifting all the closer to the both of them, grinning at the soft sound William makes.
"A-- very good plan of attack, Mr. Hornblower," Archie purrs softly.
And then, well. As with all of Horatio's good plans, it's best just to follow. So the next time Horatio presses a kiss to William's neck, Archie's going to be ducking in to mirror the gesture on the other side.
The next time comes quickly. There's something genuinely wonderful, after all, about having William's breath come stuttering like that. There's something properly giddy about feeling Archie squeezing closer instead of pulling away.
So the next kiss comes with a certain eagerness to it. The next kiss captures something like a nervously pleased laugh against the other man's skin.
And if his hand on Archie scrambles down to give a squeeze at Archie's hip reassuringly, that's hopefully all right.
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"Very well, then."
So he'll be leaning in to steal a kiss from William, squeezing at Horatio, still.
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Certainty bubbles through him. It doesn't quite stay stuck to his ribs, but it rushes around his heart pleasantly for a few moments.
The sensation is strong enough at least as the other men's lips meet. The surge of joy prompts Horatio to lean slightly forward, aiming to peck against William's cheek.
Three bodies moving together isn't quite as easy as two, of course. Maybe no one will mind that Horatio misses and winds up nipping slightly under William's jaw instead.
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William doesn't want to be tested; he wants to be taken, to be dragged even further out of himself than he already is. He grabs a fistful of Archie's shirt, holding on tight and keeping them both in place so the kiss goes and goes.
— and that's right about when he feels Horatio's mouth on his neck, and he has to pull away from the kiss just so he can breathe.
But does such a sharp inhale count as a breath, or a gasp?
gay.
He wants William to grab at his shirt like that; to maybe take it off him at some point. He wants Horatio to kiss him until he forgets he's ever suffered. He wants this, and that's all the difference in the world.
That's enough, really, to have him shifting all the closer to the both of them, grinning at the soft sound William makes.
"A-- very good plan of attack, Mr. Hornblower," Archie purrs softly.
And then, well. As with all of Horatio's good plans, it's best just to follow. So the next time Horatio presses a kiss to William's neck, Archie's going to be ducking in to mirror the gesture on the other side.
bro.
So the next kiss comes with a certain eagerness to it. The next kiss captures something like a nervously pleased laugh against the other man's skin.
And if his hand on Archie scrambles down to give a squeeze at Archie's hip reassuringly, that's hopefully all right.