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Hans
Any attempts at continuing the hunt quickly end in failure.
It’s not surprising, really. Not when Hans can’t stop looking at Henry, at his strong arms that lifted him up like it was nothing, at his rough hands that held him down so firmly, at his lips that were pressed against his own then wrapped around his cock mere minutes ago. Though the evidence of their little romp in the forest has been wiped away, he can still see the streaks of his cum staining the man’s cheek.
But what really causes a flutter in his belly is that in the few moments that he does manage to tear his gaze away long enough to focus on his bow, he turns back to find Henry already looking at him, a smile on his face that spoke of relief, joy, and adoration.
Such emotions are swirling about in Hans as well, especially the first. Gone are the tension and guilt and anxiety that weighed down on his poor heart. Now there is only lightness, because not only does Henry reciprocate his feelings just as intensely, but they’ve just acted on said feelings in a way that he could have never expected in a hundred years.
Henry said that he’s in love with you, and then he sucked you off in the middle of the forest, is the main thought that has been at the forefront of Hans’s mind for the past half-hour or so, one that brings with it a swelling of giddy joy in his heart and a pooling of heat in his groin.
And though he would very much like a repeat of that, or perhaps to even return the favour, he is still rational enough to realise that what they just did was very risky. There is no telling what the consequences would be if someone caught the future Lord of Pirkstein and his servant with their hands down each other’s pants, or worse, with their mouths around each other’s pricks.
Well… if Hans is being honest, that’s not his biggest concern as to why he resists the temptation.
He wants more than just Henry’s hands and mouth pleasing him. He wants the man’s cock - the hard and girthy member he had his hand around earlier - inside him, and call him a snob, but he does not want that to happen with his bare arse in the dirt and where there’s the chance that someone might stumble upon them.
So, yes, he is willing to wait.
Eventually, the two of them realise that continuing the hunt would be fruitless, so they make the decision to pack up and return. The ride back is silent, tense for a whole other reason; there is almost an awkwardness in the air between them, the reality of what they just did only now hitting them. Not out of regret and shame, thankfully, but more out of embarrassment for having essentially skipped over the courting phase and so easily giving into their base desires.
That doesn’t stop them from stealing glances at each other though, exchanging bashful smiles and chuckling whenever their eyes meet. If Hans is right - and he’s sure that he is - Henry is likely also wanting more once they reach the castle.
Good, because he wants to as well. Almost desperately so.
After what feels like a shorter ride than usual (Hans figures that they both must have unconsciously made their horses go faster than usual in an effort to get back as quickly as possible), they finally reach the stables. Once the stablehand leads their horses away and is out of earshot, Hans takes a step closer to Henry. With warm cheeks, he says, “Do you want to-”
“Ah, you two are back. Perfect timing!”
They both turn to find Hanush making his way towards them. Hans silently curses as he composes himself while Henry gives a quick bow. If Hanush notices the charged energy between them (which is unlikely), he does not mention it. Instead he simply continues. “Henry, my dear boy, Radzig wants to see you. He’s waiting for you upstairs.”
“Of course, my Lord.” With another bow, Henry starts walking away. But not before he gives Hans a look, one that so clearly says: Yes, I want to.
Hans once again has to control his expression, especially when Hanush next asks him sternly, “I did not hear any bickering. Can I take it that going on another hunting trip was useful for getting the two of you to stop fighting?”
Oh, we fought, but it led to something much more fun, so yes, it was tremendously useful. What Hans says instead is, “It was, Uncle.”
“Though I see that the two of you returned empty-handed. No luck today?”
“We were…” Distracted , is what Hans’s mind initially supplies rather unhelpfully, along with images of Henry and all the erotic things they got up to. “We spent most of the time… working things out. Clearing the air as it were, so you can be rest assured, Uncle, that what you saw yesterday will not happen again.”
“It better not,” the old man warns, crossing his arms. “If you have a disagreement, you need to settle it like men, not like children.”
We definitely settled things like men, Hans thinks as he nods, struggling to fight back a smirk. Thankfully, he spots Henry, but upon seeing the frown on the man’s face, the glee he was feeling immediately starts dissipating.
The reason for such a frown is quickly revealed when Henry returns to them. “Sir Radzig wants me to handle some matters in Sasau.”
Now, it’s disappointment that Hans has to struggle to not let show. Luckily, Hanush is distracted and doesn’t notice. Instead, he simply claps Henry on the shoulder. “As I suspected. You’ll do fine, lad, just be careful.”
He walks away then, as oblivious as before, leaving the two of them alone. A beat passes before Henry speaks, “I need to leave soon if I want to reach Sasau before nightfall.”
It’s left unsaid (because it can’t, not here), but those sincere blue eyes reveal the true message. I’m so sorry.
Hans does not blame him. They are, after all, two men at the mercy of the whims of fate. Hoping that his own eyes are able to convey such a message, he says, “When will you be back?”
“It will take a few days, but no longer than a week.” Another beat, then, much softer, “I promise.”
Hans nods, forcing a small smile. He turns to leave, but he’s stopped by a hand around his elbow, holding him in place. He looks at Henry in surprise, the man taking a quick look around before stepping closer than what might be considered appropriate. “I’ll come back as soon as I can, and when I do, we’ll…”
A faint blush grows on that handsome face, and Hans can’t help but smile - for real this time. “I know. Just stay safe, alright?”
“I will.” Henry smiles back before releasing his hold and moving away, not wanting to push their luck any further. He collects his horse and gets on it, taking one last look at Hans before riding away.
Once he can no longer be seen, Hans lets out a huge sigh. It looks like he has to wait a little longer then.
However, as he’s about to head out of the upper castle grounds, a sudden realisation brings him to a halt. For all his desires about wanting to have sex with Henry, he’s not actually sure how they’re going to do it.
… Okay, well, he obviously knows how sex between two men occurs. There are only two places on a man where a cock can enter, and where he so desperately wants Henry’s is not his mouth. And yet, the thought of the other… he can’t help but feel somewhat intimidated by the notion of it.
Not that he’s completely clueless. He’s heard tales from the more vulgar of the bathmaids and their lewd recounts of customers who wanted something “different”. There was also that one guest Hanush had several years ago, another Lord or knight, Sir something or other. An eccentric and rather bawdy fellow who proudly boasted about bedding both men and women, the former especially. Hans was still in his mid-teens then, by all accounts a child and thus was quickly ushered out of the room when the stories began. But he stayed, peeking through a sliver of the semi-closed door, catching every detail about how two men would go at it. The rest of the guests and servants all laughed along - most of them uncomfortably - but he listened while a strange but not unwelcome feeling swirled around his groin. The next few days after that were filled with confused thoughts, but he eventually figured out what that meant.
So, yes, he does know how it’s going to happen, but he’s going to need to prepare for it.
He quickly decides that he will not be asking anyone in Pirkstein, lest the townspeople gossip and it somehow travels all the way back to Hanush. He needs to get out of Rattay entirely to be safe.
He jogs to his room, where he changes into the most drab and inconspicuous clothing he has, namely an old grey shirt and black pants. After that, he requests for a horse that is not his own, hoping that anonymity will be his cover. With all that done, he starts riding to Ledetchko, where he knows there is a herbalist woman who lives in the forest quite a distance outside of the town. He once overheard the bathhouse maids say that she is whom they visit for supplies, especially ones that are required for the more “adventurous” of acts.
A short ride in the balmy afternoon later, he trots his horse up a narrow dirt path and comes to a stop at the sight of a small hut. He dismounts and walks over to the old woman who is sitting by the fire. She smiles a toothy grin as she looks up at him. “Hello young man, what do you need?”
Suddenly, Hans feels extremely self-conscious about the entire thing. He gives an awkward cough before saying, “I heard that you sell a special type of oil…”
“Oil?” The woman raises an eyebrow at him. “We sell many types of oils and concoctions here, boy, you need to be more specific.”
“Well, umm…” His cheeks are uncomfortably warm as he tries his best to phrase his response without being too crude. “The oil that is used for a certain type of… intercourse.”
There is a pause as the old woman tries to process what he just asked. Then, a grin pulls at her lips. “Ah, that oil. Why didn’t you just say so?” She walks to her hut, where Hans can see her rummaging around. “How many do you need?”
Oh. That’s something he hasn’t considered. He wants to say just one, but what if he and Henry go through it much quicker than expected? He doesn’t want to waste time riding all the way back here to pick up some more. And yet, neither does he want to buy too many and come off as some kind of sex fiend. So, after some minor hesitation, he says, “Three, please.”
“Oh my, you’re an energetic fellow, aren’t you?” There is clear amusement in her voice, one that makes his face feel even hotter. When she returns, she hands him the flasks and he hands her the groschen. After she pockets the money, she asks, “Is this going to be your first time using it?”
Hans nods, feeling even more awkward at the fact that he didn’t even get the chance to pretend that he’s buying this for someone else. However, there is some comfort when he notices that there is not a hint of judgement or disgust on her face. There is only understanding as she says, “Well, my main piece of advice would be that you can never use too much, only too little, so don’t be afraid to be generous with the amount. And take your time. Patience is key if you want it to be enjoyable. Thinking about it now, I actually have some implements that might be useful, if you want-”
“No, thank you!” Hans quickly cuts her off, completely mortified by this interaction (albeit one that has actually been quite educational). He needs to get out of here before he explodes from embarrassment. “This will be all!”
Before she can say anything else, he dashes back to his horse, stuffs the flasks into the saddlebag and mounts up. Whipping the reins, he rides back to Rattay at record speed, the entire journey accompanied by the constant clinking of the flasks.
Upon reaching the castle, he grabs the flasks and walks away before the stablehand approaches him. Thankfully, there is also no one in the way on his path to his room, though he’s pretty sure that he is acting highly suspicious as he keeps glancing around. Still, he does not care about that at all, not when he manages to store the flasks safely in one of his personal chests and is able to leave feeling a little more relieved.
It’s not until it’s well into the night several hours later, when everyone is asleep save for the few guards on duty, that Hans returns to his room, locks his door and pulls out one of the flasks. He uncorks it, giving it a tentative sniff - no strong smell, only a faint floral scent that he can’t place.
After setting the flask on the table beside his bed, he changes into his nightwear and gets into bed. As he does all this, there’s a slight tingling under his skin, one that’s been there since his and Henry’s trip to the forest. Though he’s been distracted from it a few times over the course of the day, it’s never gone away, coming back in full force now that he’s alone. At this point, it’s become more of an itch that he’s desperate to scratch.
But since Henry isn’t here to help him, he has to do it himself.
Lying comfortably on his back, he pulls down his braies and wraps a hand around his cock. Giving it a few firm strokes, his mind easily wanders back to this morning, where the memories of Henry’s rough hand then warm mouth quickly make him fully hard.
While usually this would be enough, tonight it is not. The itch is deeper inside, and there is only one way to satisfy it.
Turning onto his side, he reaches for the flask with his free hand, dipping two fingers into the oil. After making sure that they’re well-coated, he then reaches behind himself, and at the first touch of his fingers against his hole, a full-body shiver runs through him, as do flames of both desire and shame. Both sides battle it out against each other, but it is the former that wins.
Taking a breath, he presses a finger in.
This strange new intrusion forces a gasp out of his lips. There is some resistance, but thanks to the oil, he’s able to gradually press all the way in to the third knuckle. Such a sensation is so foreign that the flames in his belly die down a little, so focused as he is on this completely new experience.
Then, gently, he starts pumping his finger in and out of himself. Eventually, he starts stroking his cock again too, trying his best to match the rhythm. As expected, he’s a little uncoordinated, but the stimulation from both ends quickly has him biting his lip to hold back a moan. It’s finally starting to feel good, the fire raging once more.
And yet, it’s not enough.
Pausing for a moment to prepare himself, he slowly presses in a second finger.
Immediately, the stretch from just the tip of an additional finger has him gasping and wincing in both pain and pleasure. He stops moving, trying to calm himself down. However, his body remains tense, and for a brief second, he wonders if he should just stop.
But then, he remembers why he’s doing this. He imagines that, instead of his own fingers, it’s Henry’s that are pressing into him, preparing him to take his cock.
Another memory instantly resurfaces, one that Hans would have swore was a dream if it wasn’t so vivid: Henry whispering into his ear this morning, the two words he’s been wanting to hear for weeks.
“Good boy.”
That is all it takes to help him relax enough to press the second finger in. Not all the way - he knows he needs more time and preparation for that - but he does manage to reach just slightly past the second knuckle.
He moans at the stretch, stroking himself a little harder to get through the discomfort. That passes as well, and soon, he’s moving his fingers in and out with shallow thrusts, all the while imagining Henry doing so as he lavishes words of praise on him.
“You should see how well you take my fingers, my Lord. I’ll bet you will look even better with this tight little hole of yours stretched around my cock.”
He wants to curse at his imagination, but how can he when it supplies him with such delicious filth that riles him up, that feeds right into his deepest desires, that gets him so much closer to the edge?
“Henry,” he moans into his pillow, feeling himself starting to drool into the fabric below. He wants that man so badly that it’s overwhelming, the lust flowing through his veins like molten metal.
Somehow, through this haze, he suddenly recalls something that visitor had said during the party all those years ago, about that special spot inside that will have a man seeing stars in an instant. So, he tries, bending his fingers ever so slightly the next time he pushes in. He brushes across a small bump, and quickly figures that that must be what he’s looking for. So, taking another deep breath and changing the angle, he presses against it.
“Fuck!” he cries out, his body twitching as if it’s been struck by lightning. He does it again, gentler this time, and another surge of pleasure runs through his body. He continues as he speeds up the hand around his cock, both adding to the mounting tension deep inside.
It builds and it builds, and barely a minute later, it snaps.
With one final perfect thrust of his fingers, he comes with a groan. The climax knocks the wind out of him, gasping as he strokes himself through it, his cum spilling over his hand.
Coming down from his high, he slowly pulls his fingers out of himself, feeling a strange new sense of emptiness. The thought of wanting to be filled by something else makes his body tingle in a way different from before - in a way that excites and thrills and is seeking for more.
But more will have to wait for several days at least.
Hans is not a man to just waste the days away, however, and is able to put the time to good use. With each night that passes with Henry having not returned, he uses it to practise and prepare, to get himself used to the stretch. He eventually is able to press two fingers all the way in, and before long, two becomes three.
Pleasuring himself every night this way to the thought of Henry feels horribly indecent, but any of the initial shame dies away by night five. At this point, he feels so desperate that if Henry doesn’t return soon, he’s going to ride all the way to Sasau to bring him back himself.
Thankfully, in the afternoon of the sixth day, as he is hiding from the sun and watching the grounds of the upper castle from one of the walkways, he hears the sound of galloping hooves in the distance, noticing the horse’s familiar grey coat when he looks out the gate. He watches as Henry rides in, trying his best to hide his relief over seeing the figure he’s been keeping an eye out for over these past days.
He takes his time going down the stairs and towards the stables; the last thing he wants is to give away how excited he is. When he gets there, the stableboy has already taken the horse away, leaving Henry standing there by himself. Their eyes meet, and oh how Hans has missed those beautiful blues.
“Henry!” Hans greets him, struggling to not grin even wider than he is now. “You’re back-”
Hans has barely sounded out the last word when Henry immediately cuts in. “Sir Hans, if you would allow me, could I visit your bedchamber later this evening? I have an urgent matter to discuss with you.”
At first, he’s taken aback at the formality of the statement. They haven’t seen each other in a week, and this is how Henry greets him?
But then he notices the redness of Henry’s cheeks that isn’t caused by the heat and the hungry look in those blue eyes. He realises that the way Henry spoke - a little stilted and awkward - sounded like he had been rehearsing the words - badly - for some time.
Hans almost snorts in amusement. Oh you silly man, how I adore you .
“Of course, if you insist.” And because he wants to tease, once he makes sure no one is looking, he softly and quickly caresses Henry’s chin with the tip of a finger. “I’ll see you tonight. Don’t keep me waiting.”
He walks away then, and it’s only when he’s already taken a few steps that he hears Henry make a noise, one that can only be described as a strangled gasp of barely held back arousal. Hans does laugh at that, the pleasant tingle returning in anticipation.
After five and a half days of waiting, these next few hours are nothing, though there is some comfort in knowing that Henry is somewhere close by. He goes about the rest of the day as normal, feeling physically lighter at the thought of what’s to come. And when the sun has set and the town is blanketed by the darkness of night, there is a knock on his bedroom door.
He opens it to find Henry, but before the man can even open his mouth to say anything, he pulls him in, shuts and locks the door behind them, and reaches for the sides of his face to smash their lips together.
After a second of surprise, Henry starts kissing him back, hands coming up to hold his waist to pull him in closer. Hans sighs against Henry’s lips, relieved at finally having his body against his once more. When they break apart for air, he says, feeling a little light-headed, “I missed you.”
“I missed you too.” Henry beams, hands still firmly on him, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
Hans grins, enjoying Henry’s honesty. “Oh really? What did you think about?”
“Kissing you… amongst other things,” Henry says, his blue eyes taking on an edge that sends a shiver down Han’s spine.
“Glad to hear that I wasn’t the only one.” Hans moves one of his hands from Henry’s jaw to his scalp. As he runs his fingers through that thick brown hair, he notices that it’s a little damp. “Did you take a bath before coming over?”
Henry’s cheeks turn a light red at the question before he answers, “I wanted to make sure I smelled good… for you.”
Hans is not even sure what to say to that, so he just shakes his head and laughs with joyous disbelief before capturing Henry’s lips again. And while he could have kissed Henry for the next hour, he would very much like to move on, especially when his own hardening cock is rubbing ever so deliciously against Henry’s bulge.
“Henry,” he gasps out against the man’s lips.
“Yes?”
“I want you to fuck me.”
Henry pulls back at that, and Hans sees hesitation there. Cautiously, Hans asks, “Unless that’s not what you want? Because if you prefer the other way around-”
The hands that are on his waist squeeze to stop him. “No! No, you have no idea how badly I want to, it’s just…” Henry’s face flushes a shade deeper. “... I don’t really know how .”
Hans is unfazed by that. After all, Henry has had less time and fewer opportunities to learn compared to him. The lack of experience is not a turn off at all; in fact, he finds it much more thrilling that they’re going to be each other’s first, excited by the prospect of teaching Henry about this very intimate act they’re about to experience together. “Don’t worry. I’ll guide you through it.”
“You’ve done this before?” Henry’s eyes widen in surprise, but Hans can see the beginnings of jealousy there too, and doesn’t that just send a flutter in his belly and a shot of heat straight to his cock. So, Henry has a hidden possessiveness in him, Hans thinks. G ood to know… and definitely something to explore later on.
“Only with myself. I’ve been spending these past few nights figuring out what to do in order to prepare for this.” He frots against Henry’s crotch, causing the man to grunt at the friction.
Jealousy placated, Henry asks, “Did you think of me while you did it?”
Hans smirks at him. “Who else?”
This time, it’s Henry who kisses him, tongue pushing past his lips to lick up into his mouth. Hans opens up to him with a moan, letting him take control in this moment. But even so, as distracted as he is, he manages to walk them towards the bed. When he feels the bed frame hit his calf, he breaks away from the kiss and pushes Henry down to sit on the mattress.
“Wait here.” He hurries over to the chest and grabs a flask from within. Opening it, he places it on the side table, knowing that curious blue eyes are following his movements. He does not address the question that must be on Henry’s mind; he will get to that soon enough. For now, he reaches for the first button of his gambeson.
But just as he undoes it, Henry stops him. “Wait, allow me.”
Obliging, Hans moves to stand right in front of Henry, who stares up at him with intense adoration. Then, slowly, Henry works on the buttons, never looking away once. When they’re all undone, Hans lets it fall off his frame and onto the floor below. Once that’s gone, Henry now pushes up his inner shirt, which he quickly pulls off and tosses aside too.
Hans does not care if his clothes get wrinkled. He can’t, not when Henry starts pressing light kisses on his now shirtless torso. Henry is still sitting on the bed, so most of the kisses are concentrated around his abs, each one placed with reverential softness. The gentleness of it all has Hans blushing, but he does not turn away. He runs a hand through Henry’s hair once more, as if needing an anchor to keep him from floating away from pure elation.
A kiss right below his navel sends him shuddering, and Hans can almost see Henry’s brain work to make a mental note of this sensitive spot. The man then moves even lower, pressing another soft kiss right where the line of his left hip dips below the waistband of his pants, sending yet another shiver.
Taking this as a sign to move things along, Henry starts working both Hans’s pants and braies down at the same time. Wanting to make things easier for him, Hans also toes off his boots and kicks them aside. But he doesn’t rush; Henry is taking his time, pulling down the articles of clothing deliberately slowly, pressing a kiss to every new inch of skin revealed.
When Hans’s cock springs free, Henry ignores it in favour of continuing to kiss down his thighs. His lips can’t reach any lower than his knees, so he chooses to just pull the pants and braies down all the way, letting Hans step out of them.
Now that Hans is fully naked, Henry gives him a long and appreciative once-over. Rough hands travel gently over the back of his legs, coming to rest on his arse. Giving both firm cheeks a shy squeeze, Henry breathes out, words like a prayer. “You’re beautiful, my Lord.”
The touch, the compliment, the use of his title; it’s almost too much and they haven’t even truly begun. Hans has to look away this time, because Henry’s eyes are baring his soul and to continue looking into them would mean getting lost and falling harder than he already has. Trying to bring some levity to the moment, he says, “You sure know how to flatter a man, don’t you? Now move over a little; I need some space.”
Henry does that, removing his hands and shifting more towards the end of the bed. Hans climbs onto the mattress, getting into a comfortable position on his back. Henry’s gaze never leaves him, and Hans has to fight the urge to cover himself up. He reaches for the flask, but just as he’s about to put his fingers into the oil, he decides to ask, “Do you want to try?”
Henry nods enthusiastically, and Hans can’t help but chuckle at the eagerness. He passes the flask to Henry. “Pour some of this onto your fingers. Don’t skimp, make sure you use enough.”
The man nods again, following the instructions. Hans’s cock twitches at the sight of Henry’s fingers, coated in oil. They’re about to be inside me .
When Henry’s done, Hans takes the flask back and puts it aside. Then, he spreads his legs open a little wider, which Henry instinctively understands as the invitation it’s intended to be. The man moves to kneel between his legs, and Hans suddenly feels terribly exposed as he’s greeted by the sudden reminder that Henry is very much still fully clothed compared to him.
Yet, that is a problem that, if everything goes according to plan, will be remedied soon enough. So, pushing aside the self-consciousness for now, Hans continues. “Whenever you’re ready… two fingers.”
He watches the way Henry’s Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. He nods again before placing one of his hands on Han’s thigh, holding him with a gentle firmness that keeps them both centred. With eyes full of focus, he slowly presses his fingers in.
Oh dear God in heaven . Hans throws his head back with a moan. The almost week-long preparation could have never prepared him for this, for the feeling of Henry’s fingers inside him, stretching him open. It is so damn different, but he should have known, given that Henry’s hands are larger and rougher than his. It already feels so damn good, but there’s still more to come.
“Move your hand, Henry,” Hans instructs, but it comes out more as a whine. “ Please. ”
And so, Henry does, building up a slow but steady rhythm, pistoning his fingers in and out. There’s the loud squelch of oil, and Hans’s ears are burning from the obscenity of it. He can feel his own cock dribbling some pre-cum onto his abs, so he wraps a hand around the base of it - he refuses to come so soon, not when they’ve only gotten to the fun part.
However, he can only hold on for so long, so he has to keep things moving along. “Add another finger.”
Though Henry’s eyes are dark with lust, he still manages to be concerned. “Are you sure?”
While Hans does genuinely appreciate him asking, right now, he does not want any more delays. As a result, the words come out a bit meaner than he wanted them to. “Yes, damn it. If not, you won’t be able to stick your cock in me, so just do it!”
Perhaps in retaliation for the rudeness, or maybe because he wants to move things along as quickly as possible too, Henry pushes in a third finger a little harder than before. Whatever the reason, Hans doesn’t care. Instead, another moan escapes him as he closes his eyes in pleasure. Henry’s fingers are thicker, and so the stretch is definitely more than what he prepared himself for.
But that’s not all he needs to instruct Henry on, so taking a breath, he says, “You should feel a bump, you can try pressing against it if you want.”
Henry does, and with a crook of his fingers, he sends an explosion of sparks down all of Hans’s nerves. Eyes flying open and body convulsing, Hans gasps, “Oh shit!”
Henry immediately stops, the lust overtaken by worry. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”
Hans can already feel Henry start to remove his fingers, so he reaches for Henry’s hand that is on his thigh, giving it a soft squeeze. “No, you didn’t,” he laughs, feeling a little breathless already.
Henry visibly relaxes. “So, this-” he gently presses again, eyes darkening once more as Hans shivers. “-is what I should be aiming for?”
“Yes, but not every time, you heathen.” Hans swats playfully at Henry’s forearm. “You’re going to make me come.”
“Isn’t that the plan?” Henry is grinning now, and Hans rolls his eyes, even though he’s glad to see Henry is comfortable enough to tease.
Two can play at this game , Hans thinks before saying, “Not yet. Not until it’s your cock that’s stretching me open.”
Blue eyes now fully blown with arousal, Henry begins moving his hand again. Even though he’s going at a slightly fast pace, Hans can tell he’s at doing so at an angle that deliberately misses that spot. Not to say that this isn’t pleasurable; far from it, because the fire continues to grow, and Hans once again has to give his cock a few strokes to relieve the tension.
“I apologise for making you wait, my Lord, and for making you have to do this by yourself these past nights. But don’t worry. I’ll be here to help you from now on.” Such seemingly innocent words, but the way Henry says them… it’s pure filth, a sensual promise of more. Hans didn’t even know Henry had in him to say such things, but now that he does, he feels almost feral in his desire for the man. He wants, needs more. Now .
“That’s enough,” he gasps out. “I’m ready.”
Wordlessly, Henry takes his fingers out, watching for a moment with hungry eyes at the way Hans’s hole clenches at the sudden emptiness. He gets off of the bed and begins stripping down, an act that Hans greatly enjoys observing. Unlike that time in the forest, he now has the time and space to fully take in Henry’s body in all its glory. His eyes are drawn to the muscles formed from hard labour, the abs that he wants to dance his fingers across, the strong thighs that keep the man steady.
Then, the last article of clothing, the braies, are pulled down, revealing a gorgeous and very erect cock. Though he’s seen it once before, Hans can feel himself salivate at the sight of it. He briefly wonders if he should take it into his mouth and learn what Henry’s cum tastes like, but decides against it. He can save that for another time.
That’s going to be inside me. His heart speeds up at the mere thought of it.
Henry returns to his place between Hans’s legs. Before Hans even says anything about it, Henry reaches for the flask again, this time pouring a good amount onto his cock. As he puts the flask back aside, he uses his free hand to stroke himself, coating his prick with the shiny liquid in a horribly sinful display.
Once satisfied, Henry shifts forward a little, pulling Hans partially onto his lap while also stuffing a pillow under him. All the while, Hans is incredulous in the best way possible. He’s always known that Henry is a fast learner, but he never could have known that it would apply here too. To see Henry place so much importance on his comfort without even needing to be instructed, Han’s stomach flutters.
Still holding onto his cock, Henry gently rests it against Hans’s hole, the contact immediately making both their breaths hitch. Henry’s other hand goes back to where it previously was on Hans’s thigh. Their eyes meet, and though Henry doesn’t say anything, Hans sees the question in his gaze.
There’s only one thing he could be asking for, and Hans’s heart swells with emotion when he realises what it is.
Even though they’re already at this stage, he’s waiting for permission. He’s still making sure that Hans wants this.
And what else can Hans do but nod in affirmation?
“Let me know if it’s too much,” Henry says. Slowly, even slower than he did with his fingers before, he presses in.
“ Holy…” The two syllables leave as a choked gasp, with every inch that Henry presses forward making him more and more breathless as if the air has been knocked out of his lungs. Hans’s hand flies up to Henry’s arm, gripping hard onto the man’s bicep, stopping him from moving any further.
No, he was wrong. This is what he could have never prepared himself for.
It’s not so much the stretch that he has to get used to, though it certainly plays a part; it’s the heat . The pure, raw sensation of another man’s, specifically Henry’s cock inside him that he can barely comprehend, a lustful haze clouding his mind at this truly, extraordinarily new sensation. He’s not even sure he breathes until Henry bottoms out with a groan, filling him more than either of their fingers ever did.
Releasing his hold on Henry, he hisses out an order. “Start moving.”
“I can’t.” Henry sounds totally wrecked, voice rough with unrestrained desire. “You’re too tight, my Lord. You have to relax.”
Hans’s face warms up even more at Henry’s words. Turning his head to the side, he slings an arm across his eyes, embarrassment compelling him to break eye contact. He whines, “Give me a moment. And just use my name, Henry.”
For a few seconds, nothing happens. Then, his arm is being pulled away, followed by a warm hand cupping his cheek, turning his head back. By the time Hans opens his eyes again, Henry’s lips are already on his.
Like before, Hans instantly melts into the kiss, losing himself in the warmth and taste of Henry’s mouth. This seems to do the trick because, while he’s still kissing him, Henry is able to pull out slightly, leaving just the head of his cock inside him before driving all the way back in with one solid move.
The moan forced out of Hans causes him to break the kiss, but Henry doesn’t seem to mind. Instead, while he continues to thrust at a steady and even pace, he also begins pressing open-mouthed kisses all over the places he couldn’t reach earlier: Hans’s jaw, neck, shoulders, chest. The movement is a little all over the place, but the haphazard nature of it that is clearly fuelled by a desperation for more just makes it so much better.
And if that isn’t enough, Henry pays particular attention to his nipples, taking them into his mouth and teasing, biting, each time earning a soft gasp. Just as he finishes teasing the left one, he glances up through dark lashes. “Is this okay?”
“More than,” Hans sighs in pleasure and incredulity over how Henry’s treating him. From this angle, Hans can see that his own body is now fully flushed, skin tinted a light red, no doubt a reaction to both the exertion and Henry’s attentiveness. “You’re doing so good, Henry. Don’t you dare stop.”
Henry takes this pause in his journey of kissing every inch of Hans’s skin to rest his forehead against Hans’s sternum to whisper, breath hot against already heated skin, “ Beautiful . So beautiful, Hans.”
The juxtaposition of the adoring praise against such a carnal act sends Hans’s head spinning. How does Henry know exactly what to say at this moment, even when they are this deep in the throes of passion of their very first time?
Ironically, Hans finds his own words failing him now, his mind far too overwhelmed by everything. Unable to trust himself to form a coherent response, he chooses to reach for Henry, hands on both sides of the man’s face to pull him back up and recapture his lips in another kiss.
Henry does stop then, savouring the kiss just as much as Hans is. Despite being distracted by Henry’s tongue in his mouth, Hans is just about aware of Henry’s other hand grabbing his right leg, and pulling it so that it wraps around his waist. This causes a change in angle, with Henry’s cock now brushing right up against that sensitive spot inside him.
“Henry,” he gasps, because his thoughts are filled with nothing but the man in front of him. “ Henry.”
“What do you need, Hans?” Henry asks, voice trembling. “I’ll do anything for you, my Lord. You just have to tell me.”
Devotion. Pure and utter devotion. In those words, in those blue eyes, in the hands that are holding him. Like he is hopelessly lost and is searching for a direction, a purpose, a salvation that only Hans can provide.
Hans almost cries.
Yet, despite the intensity of it all, he feels safe. He trusts Henry wholeheartedly with his life, with his soul, with his heart. He uses one hand to hold on to the nape of Henry’s neck while moving the other arm to wrap around the man’s broad shoulders, fingers digging into the solid muscle. He clenches around Henry’s thick cock. “ Fuck me harder.”
A beat passes, then: “As you wish.” Henry draws his hips back and thrusts in, their bodies meeting with a loud smack.
“ Yes ”, Hans groans. Closing his eyes, he relishes the slide of Henry’s cock in and out of him, the slap of skin against skin, the bed creaking below them. Henry going faster and harder now also means that he’s going deeper than before, and Hans can’t help but whimper a little at the pain-pleasure of it, at how much he’s enjoying the way Henry’s cock fills and stretches him. What was strange just minutes ago is now the most addicting thing he’s ever experienced.
It’s very likely Henry is feeling the same way too, because between grunts he says, “Being inside you- I’ve never felt anything like it. Hot- tight- I never want to leave.”
There’s that praise again, running over Hans like rich honey. Henry’s a natural at it, and Hans can’t wait to see what other filth he’s able to extract from the man’s sweet mouth. The words go straight to his cock, which aches to be touched since it’s currently only receiving stimulation from being rubbed between their two bodies. He reaches down and begins stroking himself, using the steadily leaking pre-cum to coat his hand. And because he doesn’t want to let Henry feel as if he’s doing all the talking, he manages to muster enough focus to moan out, “You’re so big, Henry… filling me so well.”
Henry seems to be as susceptible to praise as he is, because once he hears those words, his rhythm falters. He regains it quickly, but mutters as he does so, “I can’t- I’m close.”
There’s just the smallest hint of embarrassment in his voice, which Hans assumes must be due to the fact that they haven’t been doing this for very long. But again, this is not something Hans will begrudge him, not when it’s their first time, nor when he’s feeling close to the precipice himself.
“I know. It’s okay,” Hans tells him. His next words leave before he can stop them. “Come inside me.”
Henry makes a noise similar to the one from this afternoon, a choked sound of barely contained lust at the back of his throat. “Are you sure?”
This is yet another thing he hadn’t given prior thought to. Unlike his times spent with the bathhouse maids, there is no risk of pregnancy between two men, so that isn’t a concern here. He knows it will be messy, and he’s regretting having not done enough research to see if there might be any adverse side effects on his body if they were to go through with it. (Not that there are really any readily available sources he can anonymously get information from, but the point still stands.)
And yet, all he can think at this moment is: to hell with the consequences . His need for Henry has only grown in its ferocity, and he will take more of him any way he can.
“I’m sure,” Hans affirms, tightening his grip on Henry’s shoulders. “Fill me with your seed, Henry. Claim me. ”
“ Fuck ,” Henry whimpers. His hips stutter, but he reaches for Hans’s waist to steady himself. He continues thrusting, now at an offbeat rhythm that causes the head of the cock to graze over that special spot each time. The pressure builds and builds, but Hans is determined not to let go, not until he sees the look on Henry’s face as he comes undone.
He does not have to wait long, because a minute later and with one final hard snap of his hips, Henry buries his cock deep and comes with a loud moan.
One more thing Hans could have never, ever prepared himself for: the feeling of cum - Henry’s cum - spilling into him and coating his insides thoroughly. Hans wonders if he’s just imagining it, or if it’s simply because it’s his first time ever experiencing something like this, but, with how much Henry is coming, it feels as if Henry has held back on touching himself this entire past week, saving it for this moment. Somehow, Hans knows that he’s right and that Henry has done just that, because of course he would, the romantic sod. And it has made all of this that much more intense, a feeling that is permanently seared into Hans’s memory.
The heat and filth of it has him reeling. It feels so good, and so right . This sensation alone, combined with the way Henry’s expression is one of pure ecstasy, has him teetering right at the edge.
But it’s not enough. He just needs a little more. The hand he has around his cock moves much more fervently.
Having closed his eyes to hone in on the last bit that he needs, he doesn’t even realise that Henry is moving until he feels a warm hand replace his own around his prick. His eyes shoot open to find Henry staring right at him, eyes still dark with arousal. Henry’s other hand goes to his nape, holding his head upright so that he can press their foreheads together. Despite having reached his own climax, the man is also still rocking his hips gently into him.
“ Henry, ” he whines. Unable to bear the direct and intense attention, Hans closes his eyes again. Unfortunately - or fortunately, considering the circumstances - he cannot close his ears, and is thus subject to Henry’s skilled tongue.
“That’s it, my Lord.” Henry’s voice rumbles low and rough into the space between their lips. “Come for me.”
And just like that, he tumbles right over the edge with a cry. His hand flies back to Henry’s neck, needing something else to ground himself before he gets lost in the bliss that is surging through his body, wave after wave of ecstasy that he never wants to end.
Henry continues stroking him through his orgasm, and strangely enough, it is this point of contact that slowly brings him back to himself. He blinks as his mind clears, and that’s when he sees Henry smiling down at him.
“I’ll help clean up,” Henry says and slowly pulls out. Almost immediately, there’s the feeling of cum dribbling out of his hole, his body involuntarily clenching to try and keep it inside of him to stave off the emptiness. It is this that Hans feels has truly brought him to the pits of depravity - and he absolutely revels in it. Especially when Henry is staring in aroused fascination.
Henry is so captivated by it that he doesn’t move, eyes trained on this filthy sight. Hans laughs breathlessly, face warm from the attention. “Not to distract you, but I am starting to get a little sticky here. So, if you wouldn’t mind?”
“Right, I just…” Henry swallows, taking a few more seconds before he tears his eyes away. He hops off the bed and over to where Hans had prepared a pitcher of water and a few small towels. As Henry wets the towels, Hans notices with great delight at the red lines made by his nails across the man’s back, his own possessiveness making itself known at this mark that he has unintentionally left behind.
Henry returns to sit beside him and starts wiping up the mess. The cool dampness of the cloth has Hans shivering a little, but not as much as Henry’s gentle touch over his sensitive inner thighs and his even more sensitive spent cock.
However, even after he’s done, Henry doesn’t move. Instead, his hands next go to rub soothingly over the skin of Hans’s waist and hips, the places where they had held onto so tightly just minutes ago. He does so with a kind of scrutinising gaze, as if he’s inspecting these places for any signs of bruising.
“Henry, what are you doing?”
“I want to make sure I didn’t hurt you.” When Henry looks up, Hans is floored by the sincerity he finds there. How did I get so lucky?
“Oh, you… come here.” He pulls Henry down to lie next to him. On their sides, they are now face-to-face with their legs intertwined. Hans cups a hand to the side of Henry’s face, and as he caresses a thumb over his flushed cheek, Henry nuzzles into his palm.
God he’s adorable.
With a shy smile, Henry asks, “Was everything okay?”
“Okay? Henry, you were fantastic. It was a hundred times better than I could have expected.” Hans makes sure he’s looking right into those blues as he says this so that Henry knows he isn’t just trying to make him feel better. “But what about you? Did you enjoy yourself?”
Henry nods, the smile widening. “I think ‘enjoy’ would be putting it too simply. That was… you were… fuck, I don’t think I can describe how incredible it was.”
“You know, it’s important that you have fun too,” Hans says as he affectionately pinches Henry’s cheek. “You don’t always have to focus all on me.”
“But making you feel good is what excites me.” Henry turns to press a soft kiss onto Hans’s palm. This sends another shiver down Hans’s spine. Henry has always been eager to please, so to see that same eagerness still hold true when it comes to sex? Hans knows that he’s in for many more marvellous nights of unadulterated pleasure.
“If that’s the case,” Hans says, moving his hand down to Henry’s chest, running his hand over the dark hair there. “I wouldn’t mind if you were a little rougher with me.”
“But I don’t want to-”
“I know; you won’t.” He rests his hand right over where Henry’s heart is, feeling it beating strongly. “You could never hurt me… not unless I want you to.”
“What do you m-” Henry doesn’t get to finish the question, because Hans pulls him into a kiss again. This conversation can be saved for another day; Hans doesn’t want to have what is sure to be a lengthy discussion over their much deeper desires at the moment. Right now, he simply wants to memorise the way Henry’s lips feel against his.
Henry kisses him back in kind, using a hand to make an exploratory journey over his back before eventually coming to rest on his arse. Like before, he gives the taut muscle a squeeze, though one that is much firmer and purposeful than the previous time.
Hans chuckles at his lack of restraint. “You seem to really like my arse, don’t you, Henry?”
“Well, it is a very nice arse.” Henry grins, eyes shining even in the dim light.
“Why, thank you. Not to boast, but I am very proud of it,” Hans says with a cheeky smirk. “... You know, it belongs to you now too.”
A look crosses Henry’s face, one that seems to be indicative of a conflict between feelings of bashfulness and possessiveness. “Hans, I-”
Hans presses a finger to Henry’s lips, stopping him. He knows what he’s going to say, and he won’t let him. He will not let the man’s insecurities get the better of him. “Since that first time you stepped into a tub with me, I have never wanted anyone else. Why would I, Henry, when you’re all I’ve been thinking about? So, believe me when I say this: I’m yours as much as you are mine.”
A second passes as Henry processes what he said. Then, with a bright smile, the biggest he’s seen on his face since they first met, Henry says, “I love you.”
The tingling sensation returns, but it’s different. Now it’s warm, all-encompassing, radiant. For the second time this night, Hans wants to cry over just how much he feels for the man in front of him.
“I love you too,” he says back, smiling so hard his cheeks hurt. And to make sure he doesn’t actually cry, he continues with, “Now, let’s get some sleep, shall we? It’s been a long day.”
He goes to blow out the candles by his bedside when he sees that Henry is just staring at him. “Unless… you had something else in mind?” he asks, worried that the man might actually want to go back to his own room after all this.
“N-No, of course not!” Henry shakes his head, and to make sure there aren’t any doubts about that, he places the covers over the both of them before pulling Hans’s body closer against his. “I’m staying here for as long as you let me.”
“Good. I wouldn’t have let you leave anyway.” Hans smiles as he shifts in Henry’s grasp, getting into a position where he can rest his head on Henry’s chest, the steady heartbeat thrumming in his ear. Warm and safe and content, he yawns. “Goodnight, Henry.”
As he closes his eyes and succumbs to the draw of slumber, he hears Henry’s voice, soft and adoring. “Goodnight, my Lord.”