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Not Once
By Perpetual Motion
The buttons were a bother, the neck cloth a pain, and the hat the easiest to remove of all. As soon as there was skin to be seen, Horatio kissed it in silent promise. He smiled against the clenching muscles and uknotted the breeches. "Patience."
"Bugger patience."
"Such language, Archie." Horatio leaned into the hands in his hair and smiled at Archie's lazy stare.
"Get back to work, Horatio." Archie felt his whole body glow as Horatio appraised him.
"Or do you find me lacking in some way?"
Horatio pressed his smile to Archie's hip. "Not once. Ever."
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