by Blackbyrde

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Four figures ran through the cold evening snow, large flakes
falling to the ground and disappearing, leaving only wet imprints. They
hurried to the country inn, collars turned up against the wind, arms wrapped
around shivering frames. The innkeeper greeted them warmly and ushered them
into a private suite. The sitting room was warm and inviting, the fire blazing
and a decanter of brandy waiting on the table.
    The men began to strip off their wet uniforms. Archie threw off his
coat and pulled his soaking shirt over his head. Pulling the ribbon from his
queue, he shook his golden tresses, droplets of water dripping down his back.
He shuddered from their cold trails down his smooth, muscular back. He
shuddered again when a warm tongue began lapping up the rivulets.
    "Horatio!" he cried, laughing as the agile tongue reached a
particularly ticklish rib. Horatio was also stripped to the waist, and he
kicked off his shoes and pulled off his stockings.
    "Mr. Hornblower," a gruff voice admonished. "We normally use a towel
for those purposes." Pellew tossed a towel in their direction and resumed
undressing his companion by the fireside. When he had divested his Lordship of
all his garments, he grabbed those firm buttocks and pulled the Earl towards
him so that their erections met. They ground their hips together as Edrington
captured Pellew's mouth with his own and their tongues danced a fierce
pas-de-deux. His slim fingers traced each sinewy muscle of Pellew's backside
and gradually reached the dark nipples on his chest. He pinched mercilessly
and Pellew hissed, his hips bucking automatically. Harsh panting filled the
room as they tumbled onto the sofa.
    "Do you need help with those, Archie?" Horatio reached around and undid
the buttons on his friend's breeches. The confining piece of clothing fell to
the ground and Horatio quickly took off his own. He pressed his hard cock
between Archie's round globes and one hand snaked forward to grab Archie's
throbbing shaft. Horatio started to pump and Archie moaned, his knees
buckling. Archie bent forward onto the plush rug, offering himself to Horatio.
A treat that could not be resisted. Horatio reached forward and teased the
puckered hole with a saliva moistened finger, and then with his tongue. Archie
groaned again.
    "Horatio....please......"
    Horatio continued to lick Archie until he was mewing with need, his
hips writhing on the carpet, desperately trying to pleasure himself with the
friction. He grasped Archie's hips and positioned himself at the warm entrance
and slowly pushed his way in, each inch deliciously pulsating. Archie pushed
back, impaling himself even deeper. Horatio cried out and began pistoning his
hips, each thrust adding to the fire that was building deep within him.
    Edrington lay sprawled on the sofa, one long leg thrown over the sofa
back, the other over the side. He threw his arms over his head and gripped the
wooden arm, his eyes squeezed shut, his hair pillowed around him like a curly
cloud. Pellew drove himself in deeper, grunting. He milked the lord's hot
cock in time with his own thrusts. He was almost there, he felt a tingling
sensation in his groin and he began to spurt into the tight hole. The heat of
Pellew's seed inside him made Edrington buck and he gave a great cry of release
as his own seed exploded onto Pellew's chest.
    Hearing Edrington's ecstatic cry made Archie climax, as Horatio touched
that place so deep inside him. He shuddered and drenched the carpet as
Horatio's spasms signalled his own release.
    The lovers caressed each other gently as breathing slowed. It was a
chilly snowy night outside, but the room was filled with the heat of their
passion.
    Still breathing heavily, Archie looked up and gave a cheeky grin. "Ok,
let's trade."

THE END

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