for jollyboat: anywhere you go

[whisted]

He doesn't quite fit.

Horatio had known, of course, that he wouldn't. Even if he had managed to make his way onto a ship years ago, everyone would have known he was odd. Perhaps it's for the best that he's clearly just a bit skittish, just a bit uncertain of himself unlike the other young men his age. Perhaps that would distract the human mind from looking to see just why, exactly, this one didn't seem to be quite entirely right.

It was, nonetheless, one thing to know and another thing to live. Being bundled in heavy unfamiliar fabric is surprisingly uncomfortable. The uniform is far more restrictive than the clothing he had forced himself to become accustomed to while hovering around the port. The sensation of being on a boat, despite the familiarity of the sea, is throwing his stomach through something of a loop. He can't shift and change direction. He can't twist along with the waves, comfortable and easy, or cut through below the discomfort of breakers tugging in the wrong direction. It's unnatural, here on a warped version of the surface. It's twisting something uncomfortable in his shoulders, almost dizzying as he tries to find his feet under him.

This is what he wanted, and it doesn't quite fit.

For the most part, feeling his skin in the sack slung over his shoulders is reassuring. His fingers can worry against the familiar softness with each odd rush of discomfort. This, after all, is the back-up plan. This is the fail-safe if everything falls completely to pieces and he needs to throw himself simply back into the sea. This is the piece of himself which will always fit properly, no matter where he is.

That's why it's resting at the top of his sack as he scrambles up properly into the ship. That's why, in the bluster of humanity, the young selkie doesn't notice that his skin has spilled out onto the deck.

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[jollyboat]

That earns a purr out of Archie, too, though it's not one that means anything in particular. It's just an expression of the absolute pleasure the young man is feeling.

"Y'taste like the sea, too," he whispers as he kisses his way down Horatio's chest, "I love it. I love how-- y'feel in my mouth."

Loves taking him in hand and licking him a few times before wrapping his mouth properly around him.

where <w<

[whisted]

They aren't doing this with quiet recklessness on the ship. They aren't even doing this with the half-danger of thin walls at an inn.

It's an utter thrill as Horatio lets himself moan without caution, the sound pure and unadulterated by biting down on his lip or holding his teeth firm against his own hand. At some point he'll have to swallow the volume again, but for now, it's freeing to let himself enjoy Archie hearing exactly how he feels.

henry coming to visit the lighthouse? and also maybe elliot is there?

[jollyboat]

God, that's a beautiful sound. That earns an enraptured moan of Archie's own as he works to let Horatio's shaft down his throat, fingers squeezing briefly and with affection at its base.

It's so wonderful, to feel free like this. To be so blessedly intimate and unafraid.

somewhere other than here, tho? the double notifs are killing me

[whisted]

This is a good day. This had been the unrestrained joy of swimming in deep water, of murmuring in two languages the truth of the landscape between them, of letting go in the sea of pleasure for showing one another physical affection.

There's a gleeful laugh gasped in among the moans, bubbling over Horatio's lips even as he squirms to stop himself from bucking against the young man's mouth.

elliot or archie to start? :3 also i usually turn off the entry's notifs when we do multiaccounts

[jollyboat]

It really is wonderful, to hear exactly how happy the selkie is. Archie has to shift a little to pin the other young man's hips down carefully so that he can properly pick up the pace.

It's probable there's a laugh in Archie's throat, as well, but it's muffled (and eagerly) around Horatio's cock.

archie for erry hug ;x; & when I've done that in the past, dw has started eating notif for me?

[whisted]

It isn't long before the moaning turns a shade desperate. It can't be long before Horatio is pawing lightly at Archie's arm as a warning.

It's incredible, how much better this feels when they can be utterly free.

remind me if I don’t get back to it by next time I’m on a plane. Also boo DW

[jollyboat]

Feeling the touch earns another happy hum from Archie around Horatio’s shaft. He only pulls back briefly, fingers picking up the slack as he speaks the fond words.

“Be nice and loud for me, love. I want t’hear you.”

Because he’s going to be bobbing his head down again, quick and eager and single-mindedly devoted to working the other young man to his completion.

/paws at forever

[whisted]

This wasn't going to last long to begin with. Archie ducking back down again makes it even quicker.

But that's still a few blissful moments of letting himself moan and gasp and laugh Archie's name out with reckless abandon. Horatio is already certain he'll look back on this day for the rest of his life.

[jollyboat]

[ooc: blep

Archie certainly will look back on this day, as well. Archie's certainly laughing around Horatio; eagerly touching every bit of him.

He's laughing still when it's over, absolutely breathlessly. He's absolutely squirming back up again to press an entirely affectionate kiss on Horatio's lips.

"Love you."

[whisted]

"Love you."

It's the easiest thing in the world to breathe out, honest and contented, in moments like this. It's also the most natural thing to tangle himself up with Archie the moment the young man is close enough, nuzzling and nestling and peppering in a few more kisses.

"--your turn?"

[jollyboat]

"'f you want to, too"

It's so nice to nuzzle close and kiss him. It's so nice to feel so comfortable and safe here.

aaaa I replied to all these in my mind???? /yells forever

[whisted]

The freedom in moments like this is almost as dizzying as the aftershocks of pleasure. For a few moments, it's all he can manage to cling to the young man with a pleased little cooing.

Slowly, they make their way back into proper words.

"I want-- you."

/pets

[jollyboat]

“I love you.”

It’s nice, how automatic and easy that is to say.

“‘nd I love being— wanted by you.”

/gnaws

[whisted]

"I love you." It's so lovely to purr against Archie's lips. "And I love loving you."

And he loves being allowed to duck his head in against Archie's neck, nipping and nuzzling without worrying anyone will see them.

[jollyboat]

"'s good, Horatio."

Not just the fact that Horatio is pleased to love him, though that's definitely wonderful to hear.

It's just that the kisses and the touches are definitely also very good.

[whisted]

Thank goodness Archie is beginning to understand pieces of his native tongue, because that's what comes to his lips now. It's another beautiful part of this time together, after all.

He can shift back and forth, crawling in and out of his skin without fear. He can speak from his heart, which just now is a series of devoted little growls. He can nip gently at the long line of Archie's neck to find his way back to a kiss, nimble fingers beginning to work their way properly into the young man's pants.

It's not the only sort of freedom in the world, but it's a deliriously good sort.

[jollyboat]

The touch earns a pleased little squirm out of Archie. Has him pressing his lips against Horatio's and reaching out to trace his sides eagerly and adoringly. Has him tilting his head to allow Horatio to continue to nip at his neck because it's a feeling that gets Archie warm all over.

There's definitely also a breathless laugh that escapes his lips as Horatio really gets to touching him properly. It's an entirely joyful experience, after all.

[whisted]

They'll get to laugh through this. They won't have to bite anything back or stifle any of their joy. This little pocket of space feels like the whole universe, big enough for a moment to contain the true extent of their devotion.

Every breath is a soft 'I love you' in one language or the other. Every touch as his fingers pull over Archie and every kiss as his lips find more and more skin to press against is an 'I love you' as well.

THAT ICON IS SO CUTE

[jollyboat]

What a gift this moment is. What a blessing it is not to hold back anymore, both in his reactions to the touches and kisses and in his words. What a joy it is, to gasp soft 'I love you's and moan out Horatio's name as loud as he'd like.

It's impossible for him to last long, in a moment like this. He's going to cling a little to Horatio's shoulder as he trembles; entirely affectionate gasps escaping his lips as he does.

isn't it precious ;e;

[whisted]

The sounds in Horatio's throat as he nuzzles and soothes are practically cooing. It's swallowed, in the end, as he scrambles back up to press a scattering of contented kisses against Archie's lips.

"...better?"

archie wants to kiss

[jollyboat]

"'lways."

It's an entirely pleased purr against Horatio's lips as he kisses him back. There's an entirely easy smile on his face as he holds Horatio a little closer.

"Love you."

plz

[whisted]

"Love you."

What a lovely thing to be able to simply say, without a glance over his shoulder or worry for his volume.

"So much, Archie."

always

[jollyboat]

The smile on his face is really a beautifully contented thing. It's something that shows such a level of calm that Horatio's possibly never seen until this moment. Shifting is a careful thing as he buries his face against Horatio's shoulder and breathes in.

"I like that we're able t'-- say it."

The murmur is a soft and happy thing.

(づ￣ ³￣)づ

[whisted]

The initial hum is simply a soft noise of agreement. It morphs, after a beat, into something slightly more thoughtful.

Horatio's nose nudges gently against Archie's temple as the thought crystallizes properly.

"...when we're old and grey, we will. Every day."

Re: (づ￣ ³￣)づ

[jollyboat]

Somehow his grin grows even brighter at that. Pressing a kiss against Horatio's shoulder is an entirely affectionate thing.

"We will."