by Spinnaker and Topgallant

Sufficiently recovered from their first round of lovemaking, Hornblower and
Kennedy were ready to have another go. The lieutenant rolled up a large
piece of torn sailcloth and placed under the hips of his shipmate.

Lying on his stomach, Kennedy looked up over his shoulder at his comely
friend, the unruly dark curls spilling about a face flushed with passion.
He smiled and teased his lover, “Indeed, I am shocked that you take such
liberties with a junior officer!” he paused, pillowing his face against his
crossed arms. “Usually, you make me beg for seconds.”

Hornblower, who always enjoyed his partner's witty repartee, pinched
Kennedy's perfect arse and replied, his voice low and dangerous, "You
should not be so quick to make assumptions, Archie. I will yet make you
plead to come."

Something in Hornblower's voice caught his attention. Kennedy felt a
curious quiver of excitement in his belly. "What are you thinking of,
Horatio?" he asked nervously.

"I am thinking of taking my time."

“Oh!”

Making good on his promise, Hornblower ran his fingers lightly up and down
the crease of Kennedy's tempting arse with tantalizing slowness, causing a
soft moan to escape from the midshipman. When at last, he softly brushed a
finger against the pink opening, Kennedy desperately tried to push up and
take it inside. Hornblower held Kennedy stationary and signaled his
displeasure by pinching his arse hard. When Kennedy was again motionless,
Hornblower stroked his entrance gently again and again.

"Feels good" Kennedy groaned.

"You are still wet," Hornblower whispered as he delicately puffed his
breath on the moist pucker. Kennedy quivered with delight at exquisite
sensation.

“You liked that, did you?

“Oh, Horatio…again please.”

Complying with his beloved’s request, he spread the midshipman’s cheeks
farther apart and inflated his lungs to hold as much air as
possible. Hornblower slowly exhaled, allowing his breath to caress
Kennedy’s opening.

“Oh my God,” gasped Kennedy. He had never felt anything like that before.

The lieutenant exhaled again over his shipmate’s entrance, before allowing
one finger to enter his lover. As the long slender digit descended inch by
torturous inch, the midshipman whimpered and once again, pushed up to meet
Hornblower. This time, the young man let his friend take him deeper as he
slide his finger in and out.

"Ahhhh.......more Horatio....more..." he panted.

"As you wish, my love," replied Hornblower as he added another digit. Slick
with the remains of their previous bout of lovemaking, his fingers easily
moved inside of Kennedy.

The young man was nearly crying with frustration, seeking to be filled.
"More!" he demanded loudly.

Hornblower pinched him again as he added one more finger to stroke him
languidly.

"Horatio!" he cried, shifting, stridently trying to increase his lover pace.

But, the lieutenant would not be dissuaded from his pledge of a leisurely
fuck. His elegant tapered fingers glided in and out of Kennedy, slowly
descending closer and closer to Kennedy’s very core with each pass. At
last, Hornblower's lengthy fingers reached Kennedy's center of pleasure.
The jolt of sensation caused by Hornblower’s fingers was nearly more than
the lad could stand. Kennedy felt he would die, if he didn't find his
release soon.

"Please....." he whimpered.

"What do you want, Archie?"

"Fuck me!”

“We did that already. Perhaps I will make you come with just my fingers,”
Hornblower suggested.

"Yes....please........anything…”

"Say it!” Hornblower demanded.

Kennedy moaned, "Please make me come. I am beseeching you ….Please, Horatio!”

Hornblower leaned in to kiss each globe of Kennedy’s arse, “Of course, I
will, my dear. Do I not give you everything you request and require?”

“Yesssssssss, Yes, Yes.” So overwhelmed by his arousal, the midshipman
could say no more.

Good at his word, Hornblower repeatedly plunged his fingers into Kennedy,
stroking the hidden nub again and again. The senior officer relentlessly
finger fucked his shipmate until Kennedy was whimpering like a lost puppy.

When at last, the lieutenant slipped one long finger along the underside of
Kennedy’s cock, the handsome midshipman came, crying his lover’s name.

Hornblower gazed at the prostrate and breathless form of his friend.
Smiling he lay down beside Kennedy and while stroking the golden locks he
murmured, “So, Archie, how shall we pass the remainder of the watch?”

THE END

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