Departure by Clonesgirl
Part VI: Celebration
In a slow, sweet symphony of movement they had stripped him, piece by piece of his clothing melting away to the accompaniment of lingering touches and soft sucking kisses to each part of his body as it was exposed by their knowing and gentle hands. They had continued until his flesh was raw with need and the hard column of his jutting sex throbbed to the beat of his excited heart. Now, from his vantage point reclining on the pillows, he watched as they quickly undressed, his yearning for them only increasing as their firm, smooth-skinned beauty was revealed to him piece by exquisite piece.
He held out his arms to them, longing to join with them both, not only to express his great love for them but to attempt to erase through a loving act the unpleasantness they had endured in their desire to return to him.
"Come, my treasures! Come and let me hold you," he murmured, enfolding them both as they lay half atop him.
Horatio watched, smiling and running his hands through Edward's hair as Archie began to kiss him, his tender lips touching Edward's again and again.
"Yes, Edward. Yes, darling Edward," Archie murmured between kisses, allowing his lips to seek out cheeks, and neck and anything else he could reach. "Anything you want, my love. Anything," he whispered, breathless with his own excitement. "Tell us, Edward, so that we might please you."
"Yes, dearest Edward, tonight is for you," came a voice from his left.
As Archie worried the soft skin of his neck and nibbled on the lobe of his ear, Horatio leaned over to also kiss him, delicately at first, tongue barely grazing his lips. Pausing a moment, he smiled down at Edward as the other ran playful fingers through his thick, dark, curls.
"Anything you want, darling Edward. Anything. What shall it be?"
With all thought gone bar the longing in his loins, Edward gazed into the enormous, dark eyes of this beloved one; eyes that reflected the golden lights of the lamps and looked on him with such great affection that for a moment it seemed that he could not bear it. He reached up to stroke the beautiful face, fingers tracing the hollows of the fine cheeks and strong jaw. The lovely full lips parted, inviting him to kiss them and he settled back on the pillows to pull the long and wonderfully male body onto him. When the so-desired lips descended to kiss his own yearning ones, he opened wide to admit Horatio's long and playful tongue, wanting it, feeding on it ravenously, knowing that he would never have enough of it.
Reversing their positions, Edward now plundered the delectable mouth while his manhood pressed eagerly against Horatio's.
Archie watched them kiss, longing for more. In the lamplight he could see Edward's tongue was in Horatio's mouth and he wanted it himself, wanted Edward to fuck his mouth as he was now doing to Horatio. The moment the kiss ended he grasped Edward's chin, turning him to face him, allowing him to take one deep breath before devouring him wholeheartedly, mouth opening to suck hard on Edward's tongue, loving the feel of it roaming his mouth, exploring where it would and leaving his body begging for more.
Sliding down a little, he began to kiss Edward's neck and throat, watching Horatio do the same. Together, they loved to do this; to take their sometimes fearsome captain to the very peak of pleasure; to relish his utter surrender to their power, knowing that none of the Indy's crew would ever recognise the wanton creature who lay whimpering with pleasure as they sucked on his nipples and stroked his flat belly and the hard muscles of his thighs.
As Archie's fingers strayed to the contrasting softness of the inner thighs, Edward parted his legs further, allowing access. Horatio took the lovely balls to fondle and squeeze them gently, their firm roundedness tempting him to take them in his mouth while Archie returned to the tempting pink buds of the nipples, to lave them with his tongue and suck hungrily on their hard little points.
Horatio slowly trailed his lips up the hard rod of Edward's sex until he reached the tip. Holding the heavy column in his hand, he licked at the glistening wetness there once with strength, feeling the body beneath him jerk upwards as he did so, before releasing it and turning to kiss Edward; to plunge his tongue, now steeped in Edward's own desire, deep into his mouth.
Edward moaned his pleasure at the rapturous kiss, the sensuality of Horatio feeding his own desire back to him while Archie's dancing fingers played with his yearning member left his mind reeling, unable to form a single coherent thought.
A creature wrought by desire, Edward Pellew writhed between his lovers, his manhood weeping further at every sweep of tender hands, every touch of delicate lips and playful tongues as his lovers adored him. He knew not what manner of man was he that these two beautiful and sensual young men should worship him so, only that they did. For him, utter joy had come into his life when the beautiful Horatio had first become his lover; for Archie Kennedy to also love him had brought to him a sense of the miraculous, and it remained with him always.
Now... Now, he could not be sure of what he wanted, only that the fire in his loins was becoming an inferno and he wanted them both desperately; wanted his full-to-bursting member inside their hot and yielding bodies else he go mad.
It was Archie who placed a pillow under his hips and he parted his legs further to allow complete access to his most private part. Through hooded eyes, he watched Archie lean down to nuzzle in the curls of dark hair at his groin.
A loud gasp was torn from him as a warm and very wet tongue flicked over his entrance, only to return again and again to bath the area in slippery wetness. He whimpered as the caressing tongue now pushed lightly, delicately, desiring admission.
"Let Archie love you, darling Edward," Horatio implored. "Let him fuck you with his tongue."
Edward almost laughed aloud at the absurdity of it. As if he needed to be begged! As if he did not want the most intimate form of loving he had ever known, and only ever with them. He managed to rasp a reply, his whole being shivering with anticipation.
How beautiful! To be loved, desired in such intimate manner by a lover was more than Edward could have ever imagined; yet from the very beginning of his relationship first with Horatio, then later with Archie, he had learned to give of himself as easily as he took. How wondrous it was to be truly loved to the depths of his inner soul; to experience the pinnacle of fiery bliss in his joyful heart as a playful invader entered him to play within him.
His Archie! His wonderful Archie who now used his tongue to give the most forbidden delight he had ever known. His eyes kept wanting to close in sheer ecstasy but he wanted even more to watch them as they adored him, Horatio now lapping at his balls once more.
As Edward opened himself more and more to Archie, he opened to both of them; his feelings as bare as his naked body and his heart as exposed. Though he had always thought that he had given himself fully to them both long ago, this night was different and he felt as transparent as glass. It was as though Archie's exploring, loving tongue was reaching unknown layers of himself; dissolving walls of whose existence he had not even been aware.
Finally, in an agony of delirium, he pleaded with them to cease their glorious ministrations lest he go mad. "Come up here, my loves! Come!"
As they moved up beside him, he enveloped them in a hard embrace, taking deep breaths in an effort to calm himself. There was nothing more he wanted than to have one of them take his desperate manhood in his mouth and feast and suck on him until he spent himself in exhilaration. At the same time, he was desperate to be filled to bursting by either of their lovely members whilst his blissful body experienced wave after stormy wave and they could ride the tempest together. With his two beautiful officers, he wanted everything, as he always had.
It was the mischievous Archie who claimed his attention by leaning over to lick at his nipples. Lord, but they were too expert at pleasing him for his own good! Edward decided. Was a man ever so loved? he wondered with a sigh, relishing the delicious feel of his lover's hungry mouth feeding on his hard nipples.
"Edward my love, I need you so," Horatio murmured, pressing ardent lips to his neck and shoulder to leave wonderful sucking kisses that left marks on his skin. "Let me feel you." His hand strayed to Edward's straining member, fingers playing at the moist tip, feeling him jerk slightly at the touch. "God, you're ready, my Edward, and I need you. I need to feel this," he stroked a finger lightly from the base to the tip, "this splendid mast fill my arse. Would that please you, darling Edward?" He kissed Edward, a long, deep and wonderful kiss that left them both panting for breath.
"The very thought sends me to heaven!" Edward gasped. He reached to fondle Horatio's long and very swollen shaft, feeling it jerk eagerly in his hand. "So beautiful!" he remarked, before doing the same to Archie. "My dearest Archie, what a veritable feast you are, my dear!" His fingers wandered through the fair curls at Archie's groin before gently kneading the delightful balls.
"I need you both, my loves." Embracing them once more, he declared, "Come, my bravest officers, and let us know only delight as we ride the crest of the waves together."
As Horatio lay down on his back, Archie grasped the oil from the bedside stand. With hands that vibrated to the drumbeat of his heart, he oiled his fingers before covering Edward's heavy column, enjoying his soft moans.
Edward placed a pillow under Horatio and positioned himself to enter him, leaning down for a last frenzied kiss. With a growl of delight he pushed his needy sex into his beautiful dark-eyed lover, feeling the outer muscle clench against him momentarily before giving way to admit him into glorious heat. While adoring eyes gazed up at him though their black fringe of lashes, his lover's inner muscles alternatively gripped and released him in a frantic and heartfelt welcome which seriously threatened his control.
"I hold you once more, my love, my Edward," Horatio whispered, long legs rising to encircle Edward's ribs, pinning him down as though in some nether world of madness he might wish to escape. "I hold you, and it is glorious. It is as the first time you took me. I wanted you so much that I begged you to take me. Do you remember what you said to me?"
Edward smiled, trying to think past the fire that was slowly consuming him. Yes, he remembered. As he had entered his beautiful young officer for the very first time he had breathed, "My heart is in your hands, my Horatio." He had never forgotten it, or regretted it, in the years since.
With Horatio's long-fingered hands bestowing fluttering caresses to his face, he said it now, repeating the words and embellishing them with all the love and desire beating in his heart. "My heart will always be in your hands, my darling Horatio."
To his complete dismay, he saw tears fill the huge eyes. "My love, my love, what is it?" he murmured, leaning down to catch the salty drops on his lips. "Have I hurt you, my dearest Horatio?"
Horatio shook his head. "You could never hurt me, my Edward. Never. 'Tis only the love I bear you that sometimes grieves me."
"Dear God," Edward whispered, his heart full, remembering that only this very morning he had believed them lost to him; both of them gone from his life for at least many months to come. The nightmare was ended. They were here once more, in his own home, in his own bed, loving him as only they could; as only they ever had.
Archie lay beside them sharing this most private of moments for there was no jealousy between them. There was only unquestioning loyalty and love.
He leaned close and nuzzled Horatio's cheek, only to have Horatio turn his head and their lips meet in a tender kiss that was an acknowledgment of what they were - and would always be - to each other.
Edward observed their great affection for each other with loving eyes. As their kiss ended, both men turned to him, and he leaned over to bestow kisses to his other dear lover, soft lips wandering all over his face with most tender affection, leaving smiles in their wake.
"And you, darling Archie," he whispered. "You also hold my heart, my love, and always will." Great blue eyes searched his own dark ones before his hand was taken and soft pink lips were pressed to it again and again. Gently disengaging his hand he caressed the beautiful face, the naked emotion in the shining blue eyes almost too bright for him to bear as Horatio embraced them both.
"Come, my love. Let us set out on a voyage together, the three of us. Climb aboard, my love, my Archie."
"Aye, aye, sir!"
Archie gave him a final kiss before moving to kneel behind him, gentle hands stroking the long muscles of his back before wandering lower to knead the smooth, firm globes of his buttocks.
"Yes, my love, enter me," Edward pleaded. He felt the wet tip of Archie's thick column nudge against his entrance. "Come into me, beloved Archie. I need you so, my love. Need you both so much, my treasures."
He remained still as Archie pushed slowly and deeply inside him, and, God, but he was welcome! He was so needed, so very loved and Edward gripped the full shaft again and again, relishing its heat and its hardness within him.
He had them both now - or they had him - he was never sure which, but probably the latter. The only thing of which he was certain was that it was the most delicious, most rapturous experience he had ever known. To conjoin with two beautiful lovers once in a lifetime would be unforgettable; to experience it on an ongoing basis as he did was nectar of the gods, and he felt utterly privileged and deeply grateful.
Archie sighed with pleasure, his manhood desperate to thrust hard into Edward. "Edward," he sighed. "God, Edward, need you so much!"
In ecstasy, Edward threw his head back, his whole body vibrating with excitement. "Come, my beauties!" he growled. "Show your old captain how glad you are to be back with him!"
"Aye, aye, sir!" they chorused, grinning.
Their loving that night was a reunion and a celebration of everything that they were to each other: it was a healing of the last three days and a promise for the future; it was the bliss of joining and the torment of holding back; it was everything their hearts desired and all that they needed; it was desperate longing and heartfelt acceptance; it was physical desire so strong that it was agony to bear until released in a fiery crescendo so intense that it drove them to the summit of exaltation, only to fall blissfully into each other, a molten tableau of love in its most gorgeous and explicit expression.
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