Debt of Dishonour Book I: The Admiral's Request
Warning: Historic figures, flowery language, decadence and debauchery
Part I
As Archie Kennedy awoke in his commanding officer's bedchamber he discovered several things: It was barely light and still raining outside, although last night's gale seemed to have died down; that both his companions still slept; and that he was lying almost half on top of Edward Pellew. He wondered if he had slept like that all night and suspected that he had. He was warm and so comfortable, although the room's air felt cold. He pulled the covers up further until they just covered his eyes so that he was now in semidarkness once more, his nostrils filled with the comforting scent of warm, sleepy Edward. He smiled as he listened to the slow, steady beat of his heart.
Lying there, he allowed his mind to drift, wondering what he might have dreamt during the night. Sometimes he remembered his dreams, sometimes not. Last night... Last night he had the sense that it was something odder than usual; something that he could not quite put his finger on... He gave up, deciding that it was not really important.
The dream feeling forgotten, he lay quietly, revelling in the feeling of being with Edward once more and away from the treacherous atmosphere of 'Renown'. Drifting a little, he remembered last night and how glorious it had been with the three of them together once more. How he loved to take Edward to the giddy heights of pleasure until he knew that one touch - one single touch on the older man's lovely tall column - would finish him. He loved to give pleasure to both his partners, but especially to Edward. The man was so much more to him than friend and mentor and he loved and respected him for his leadership, his wisdom, his deep compassion and his boundless love and care for both of them. Both he and Horatio had been only lowly midshipmen when Edward had taken them under his wing, and he would be forever grateful that the man had seen something more in him than a nervous, barely-competent officer with intemperate fits. He would not even be here now but for Horatio saving his miserable skin in the Spanish prison. But Edward... Edward had believed in him and loved him
in spite of his myriad flaws.He must have slept like this all night, Archie realised. He had slept with Edward's arms around him as though he were a child who needed protection. Ridiculous, he thought. He was a grown man. So why did he feel vulnerable? And why last night? He knew that Horatio's sleep had been troubled by bad dreams of late, the dark circles on his pale cheeks attested to that fact. Indeed it had started almost a month before their leave. He also knew that Horatio had not mentioned the dreams to Edward and that Edward was equally as concerned. Somehow he had the feeling that he, himself, had had one of those dreams last night; that he had somehow been frightened of something. Whatever it was, it was gone now, and he prayed it would not come back.
Instinctively, he nuzzled against Edward's breast, turning his head a little to kiss the warm flesh beneath his own somewhat scratchy cheek. How good Edward felt, he marvelled. And so what if he was a grown man? It was delightful to wake up and find that he had slept like this all night, with Edward holding him as if he might be snatched into the otherworld of his dream where something unimaginable might happen; something that it was best not to think about.
Damn! Even after last night's incredible reunion he found himself wanting the man again now. There was something about Edward that he found so very attractive. Something that made him want to hug him only to find his member growing hard as he did so. His love for Edward was so very powerful that he knew it would never leave him as long as he lived. Knowing that his dearest friend also loved Edward did not lessen the attraction, but rather enhanced it. There was something incredibly sensual in watching Horatio and Edward love each other. Lord, but he would almost come in his breeches just from watching them together. Horatio had said it was the same for him. As for Edward, he knew that the man loved to watch his two officers in the throes of passion, and he often did.
Lifting his head a little, he touched a nice soft little nipple with the very tip of his tongue, enjoying the feel of it. However, it remained soft. He tried it once more. No reaction.
We'll see about that, he thought, smiling. This time he licked at it, a long, slow swipe of his tongue. It crinkled slightly so he did it again, this time feeling it completely pucker and become a hard little point.
Much better, he thought, sucking on it in pure unadulterated delight before turning to do the same to its twin. When it, too, stood to attention, he placed his ear over the heart. Ah, beating much faster! Excellent! He placed several kisses over the spot before moving lower to the warm belly, feeling the flesh give little excited shivers. On moving lower still, he found that his chin was bumped by something hard and moist, something that was also standing to attention. Wonderful!
With his hands he explored the hardness of the hip bones and the long muscles of the thighs before straying to the inner thighs to lightly caress. Gradually he moved higher until his fingertips encountered the testicles and he leaned over to nuzzle them, their warm, musky odour doubling his own level of arousal. As his fingertips played in the coils of dark hair, he began to lick at the tender fullness there, adoring them with his mouth whilst his own level of excitement rose ever higher to the point that his member now demanded attention in a most explicit way. Wrapping one hand around the lovely tall shaft, he squeezed it gently, feeling his heart pound with excitement as it jerked uncontrollably, the soft tip now beginning to ooze a silken, musky fluid.
At that moment he heard a voice whisper, "Come here! Come up here, Archie!" as Edward's arms pulled him up. He rose like a phoenix from under the covers to see Edward's smiling face and be embraced with the strength of the man's passion. Edward was kissing his cheeks and his neck in greeting. He licked his way up Edward's neck to nibble on the lobe of his ear.
"Good morning, my dearest Edward," he whispered, feeling Edward's lips on his throat, hearing his whispered, "Yes, my Archie! Yes, it is a very good morning indeed!" feeling the slight gasps of his breath as their groins rubbed together. As their mouths met, Edward wrapped his hand around their wildly excited members, his thumb playing at the tips, spreading the lovely wetness there.
In an erotic dance of delicious intimacy they moved together, Edward stroking their swollen shafts as Archie caressed him everywhere he could reach. The only sounds in the room were their moans and soft growls of pleasure interspersed with whispers of lust and tenderness.
For Edward, it was as though he were drowning in Archie's beautiful blue eyes. The colour of the sea, he thought, gazing into their playful depths, his whole being absorbed in pleasing his loving partner.
For Archie, Edward's tender hand was bestowing the most wonderful sensations as their rigid members slid and rubbed against each other, their combined fluids adding a delicacy which delighted him.
They both felt the bed shift as Horatio, now awake, began to take an interest in proceedings, leaning over to sleepily kiss them each good morning, his half-awake eyes and tousled hair making him look utterly endearing to Edward's loving eyes.
An idea occurred to Edward and he rolled over onto his side taking Archie with him so that Archie now had his back toward Horatio, who snuggled closer to press his groin against Archie's inviting rear while simultaneously sliding his arms around him.
"Mmm, Archie," he sighed, nudging his half-hard member up against the crack of his friend's buttocks while Archie wriggled against him invitingly, stretching back a hand to stroke the long length of a thigh as Edward continued to fondle his member.
Archie groaned softly as Horatio grew rapidly harder, his long member pressed between Archie's thighs and pushing against the base of his balls. He smiled as an oiled finger, then two, entered him to stroke and stretch him. As the fingers were withdrawn he sighed a little with disappointment, only to smile with pleasure as they were replaced with the tip of Horatio's full sex, wanting it within him.
For Edward, watching the expressions change on Archie's face was utterly absorbing.
"Archie, my love, look at me." As Archie gazed into his eyes he continued, "I want you to tell me what you feel as Horatio enters you. Will you do that for me?"
"I'll try, darling Edward. I'll try," Archie murmured as Edward kissed him lightly in gratitude.
As Horatio's sex nudged against his entrance, Edward watched Archie keenly, feeling his anticipation as though it were his own.
"Relax, my love. Think how welcome he is. Think how good his lovely prick will feel when it's inside you." He nuzzled Archie's cheeks. "All the way inside you..." he murmured.
His lips covered Archie's, feeling the younger man immediately open to him. As Edward claimed his mouth and Archie totally relaxed into the kiss, Horatio claimed his eager body, Archie moaning softly into Edward's mouth as he did so.
For Edward, kissing Archie as he was penetrated made it as though it were he, and not Archie, whose body was being tenderly breached. It was as though he felt every sensation through Archie; as though it were his body being entered; his body that surrendered utterly to Horatio's gentle lust.
"Oh, Edward, he's inside, just a little. Feels so big. Oh, I want more."
After a moment, Edward asked, "And now?"
"Oh, God! Mm, yessss! Feels like he's half way in."
"Excellent. Excellent, my love! And how does he feel inside you?"
"Oh, Edward, he's so big!" Archie moaned. "He's so big inside me. Feels huge..."
"And is our darling Horatio all the way in now?" Edward whispered in his ear.
"Feels like it." He paused. "No, he's... he's pushing just a little further in. Oh, dearest Edward, he's there! He's there! He's all the way inside me. Stretching me. Oh, God, he's so huge he feels like he'll split me in two."
"And now?"
"He's resting there, just staying still. Just letting me feel him. Letting his prick and my arse get... reacquainted." He smiled. "So good. Oh, Edward, he feels so marvellous!"
After a few moments he gave a short gasp. "Oh, Edward!"
"What is it?"
"Oh, he's... He's withdrawing a little. Yes. Yes! He's back again. Deep inside me again."
Edward let go of Archie's member to take his face in loving hands and kiss him gently, their groins now pressed together in delight.
"Go on, my love. Go on," he whispered.
"Out again. Yes! Oh, yes! Oh, feel it, Edward, feel it with me! So hard inside me again!"
Indeed Edward could feel it as each gentle thrust of Horatio's pushed Archie's swollen sex against his own. He was also mesmerised by the expressions on his face, the softness of the lips that begged for a kiss, the half-closed eyes, the soft groans of pleasure that seemed to come from deep within him. As well, he could also watch Horatio's expressions as each thrust of his swollen sex into Archie's heat and tightness brought sheer bliss to his eyes and gasps and smiles to his waiting lips. Edward found himself leaning forward until he could taste those lips and kiss their ready smile as Horatio sucked voraciously on his tongue.
"Gently, my beauty," he murmured, stroking Horatio's cheek. "Take our sweet Archie most gently. Let us relish him to the full rather than devour him in one gulp."
Horatio nodded, kissing his hand.
"And now?" Edward murmured to Archie, returning to nuzzle against his ear.
"Oh, God, Edward! Oh, Edward!"
"What is it? Tell me!" He felt Horatio's thrusts gain a little in tempo.
"Oh, Edward! Ohhh! Oh, sweet God!"
"Tell me, my love! Tell me what you feel," he urged.
"Oh, Edward, he's fucking me!" Archie whimpered softly.
Edward's voice was barely a whisper in his ear. "How, my love? How is he fucking you?"
"Hmmmm... Oh, deeply... Oh, yes, so deep..."
"And you love it, don't you, sweet lad? You love to be fucked so deep inside."
"Yes, yes, yes! Oh... glorious!."
"And Horatio is stroking over that pleasure place inside you, isn't he?"
"Oh, God, he is! He is, Edward! Every stroke. Oh, I'll go mad!"
"Then we shall go mad together, my love. Together. Feel my prick against yours!" he hissed. "Feel it, my love! Feel how large it is. How good it feels. Feel us together, the three of us; our darling Horatio fucking all of us."
"Yes! Oh, yessss! Mmmm... Edward!"
Edward was smiling. "You love it! You adore it, sweet lad! Adore it with your whole heart, don't you?"
"Yes, yes, yes! Oh, love to be fucked..." Archie sighed. "Love having a big, swollen prick inside me."
Edward was kissing his cheek again. "My Archie, you are truly the most blissful, the most wanton of creatures, and if you keep this up I shall surely finish," he groaned.
Archie smiled in his rapture, now wanting to goad Edward to his release.
"Darling Edward, you love to watch Horatio... mmm... fucking me, don't you?"
"God, yes!" Edward sighed. "So good! Such pleasure to see you love one another. Makes me... Ohh..." he sighed.
"Makes you what?" Archie moaned softly, pushing his heavy sex rhythmically against Edward's as Edward now stroked them both.
"Makes me hard. Makes me so hard I have to... Oh, God!"
"Have to what, Edward? Hm? What do you have to do when you see Horatio with his lovely big mast buried in my hold? What do you feel, Edward?"
Edward groaned. "Oh, God, I feel such need I will burst. My prick so hard. So hard I am desperate to... to touch myself."
"You're huge and hard, are you not?" Archie moaned.
"God, yes!"
"And you open your breeches."
"Yes..." he groaned.
"And you see your prick practically burst out."
"Yesss..."
"And you touch it..."
"Yes, yes, I hold it! Oh, yes, I hold it! Mmm..." he sighed.
"But it's not enough," Archie goaded.
"No, not enough. Never enough. Need more."
"What more, darling Edward? What more do you need?"
"Need to rub it." He grasped Archie's buttocks, pulling him even tighter against him. "Stroke it!"
"And you stroke it hard," Archie whispered. "So hard."
"Yesss..."
Edward's fingers now touched the place where Horatio gently pierced Archie, feeling the ring of muscle as it lovingly grasped the gorgeous prick which was bestowing on all of them such complete delight of the senses.
"And all you can see is Horatio fucking me madly. Thrusting like a dog in heat. So heavy. So deep," Archie murmured, lips lightly mouthing his ear. "And all you can hear are the grunts we make; and all you can smell is our sweat and musk as we are consumed by the body's lust... and the heart's desire."
Edward growled deep in his throat as Archie's lascivious words triggered his release. As everything in him turned to fierce brightness, he clutched Archie hard against him, his release splattering both of them with heated drops of pearl fluid.
Archie cried out softly as his lover's rapturous peak triggered his own. Burying his face in Edward's soft hair, he sobbed quietly as wave after glorious wave shook him and shattered him to the core, leaving him naked and exposed in the arms of his lovers.
Over Archie's shoulder, Edward reached out to Horatio only to have him mouth the palm of his hand, teeth biting it, body shuddering as his naked manhood was gripped incessantly by Archie's internal muscles and seething fire left a trail of brilliant sparks throughout his being; the sparks gradually turning to embers that left him glowing with the most perfect and heartfelt love.
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