Work Text:
When did this come to pass? When did these feelings, the ones that he pushed down deep into his gut, bubble up and start to fester at the surface? When did the thought of taking another to warm his bed, cause such a strife in his heart? This wasn’t meant to happen…this was sinful and devilish, thoughts of hellfire and brimstone should have kept the temptations away. And yet, there he was, about to throw it all away, the chance at a warm night with company, the chance of a future partner, the chance at a normal life. And for what? A mere thought of sin?
Henry could hear Katherine's soft sniffling and saw the soft tears welling up in her eyes. He knew all he had to do was return her affections, and then he could have everything that any man could want. Not just a warm bed for tonight, but always to have a warm bed, a lover waiting for him to return from battle, and someone to pray for his soul. Yet, when she reached out her hand, almost begging for him to take it, he simply said his goodbyes and walked away.
It was not her fault. If he was the same man as he was a year ago, he never would have turned her away. He would have jumped at the opportunity to be with such a woman, and yet, he wasn’t the same man as he was a year ago. He wasn’t even the same man that he was 6 months ago. There were always some feelings, some thoughts that would percolate in his groin, some tendrils of emotion that would spark in his heart, but never enough that he would dwell on them. Never enough that he would willingly turn down a wench who was throwing herself at him.
So, what changed? What happened that turned those late-night thoughts, those sinful urges, twisted into something that captivated his mind during the day? Especially for a person, a man, who could never, would never even glance at him in that way? What was he trying to do? Even if this temptation were to leak out, even if someone just had the thought that he was this sinful, they would draw and quarter him after being tortured for months. Despite his time in the Abbott, the descriptions of hell, the soul torturing damnation that Henry faced with just having these thoughts paled in comparison to the thought of living his life without Hans by his side. Even if Hans never knew, even if he never returned these devilish thoughts, as long as Henry was allowed to stand by him and protect him, it would be enough.
All of these thoughts swirled in Henry’s mind as he made his way up to where Hans was staying. This could be the very last time that they saw each other, Henry might not have been a knight from birth, but he knew the odds. There was a small sliver of a chance that he would live to see the next morning let alone make it back. Even if Sam and he were able to sneak out and make their way to get reinforcements, there was no telling if the reinforcements would help or even be given. There was also the possibility that help would come too late, and that thought caused Henry’s feet to come to a sputtering stop. His armor clanged together, echoing in the silence of the night as his eyes grew wide. His heart thrummed in his ears before dropping down into his stomach at the image of Hans’ body lying lifelessly on the battlefield.
The haunting thought of having to bury his family, his new family, all over again caused a knot to form in his throat. While none of this was happening right now, he could feel his guts twisting inside and his chest cracking with every breath. He can’t die. I won’t allow it. Hans was always full of life, his bright blue eyes always swirling with passion and excitement, whether those were directed at Henry or something far less tasteful. Henry just couldn’t imagine all that life, all that laughter, all the joviality turning into a limp corpse in his arms. Would Henry be able to keep on going? Henry shook the thoughts from his head and continued on his way, uncaring how his heavy steps crashed through the peaceful night. He couldn’t help but huff at the thought of how everything seemed to be a metaphor for his life. While everyone slept peacefully around him, there was this glaringly obvious danger and heightened energy that everyone was simply ignoring. Just like him, walking through the estate so late at night. He knew what the answer was, and it did shake him to his core. How did this one pompous, asshole, beautiful man change his life so much? He either had to be successful tonight, or he needed to die trying…as needing to bury Hans would kill him. There was no failing.
When he finally made his way to Hans' door, he couldn’t bring himself to knock. Henry stood outside of Hans’ room, his chest tight with anxious energy that seemed to cause his words to be caught deep in his throat. He wasn’t sure if it was because this might be the last goodbye and bitter-sweet hello, or if it was all the unspoken truths that hung behind him like balls and chains. Yet, Henry didn’t have a lot of time, Sam would be expecting him within an hour or so. So, without realizing it, a slow hand made its way up to the door and gave one thud. The silence was deafening, it thrummed in Henry’s ears as his vision slowly gave way to his thoughts. Picturing himself throwing open the door, grabbing Hans’ narrow waist, one he had dreamt about for so long, he pulled him in for a kiss. One that would take both of their breaths away, one that would have Hans gripping Henry for dear life. One that would make his goodbye less bitter, and give him something to drive him to make it home safely. One that would give him that home he has been searching for.
A faint mumble of “Come in,” pulled Henry from his thoughts. He slowly pushed open the large wooden door, barely noticing the loud creaking that seemed to permeate the silence, as all he could focus on was Hans sitting on his bed. The look on his face, he seemed to already know what was happening. The soft firelight cast a warm glow on the fair-skinned man’s face, it made his blue eyes sparkle in the deepest way that Henry thought he could get lost just staring in those beautiful eyes. Depth like the ocean, and as vast as the daytime sky.
Neither of them said anything as Henry closed the oak door behind him, Hans barely looked up to face Henry. Hans was staring deep into the crackling fire, his mind was far beyond what was happening in this small room between a Lord and his bodyguard. Henry was about to sit next to the Young Lord but realized that with all his armor on, it might be too small. The bed was barely big enough for Lord Capon as it was, let alone another full-grown man in full knight's attire. So, with the silence embracing the two of them in a warm embrace, Henry slowly peeled off the metal and chainmail. The only noise was the tinging of metal and the grunts of pulling off 30 pounds of armor, and still, no words were shared. No thoughts were spoken and no desires were confessed. Soon, Henry placed his armor in a neat-ish pile on the table beside the door and made his way to the small bed.
Henry sat down beside Hans, who was still not looking at him, and the tension in the air was weighing down on his shoulders as this moment seemed to be bigger than anything else going on. The bed creaked and the mattress sunk when he finally got settled; glancing at how close they were, he would just need to tilt his knees slightly and they would be touching. He could just lean slightly to the right and they would practically be embracing. If he turned his head, they would almost be kissing. Henry tried to force those thoughts deep down and not allow his sinful thoughts to disgrace the last time he saw his friend. Probably the only true friend he has ever had.
His throat had long since closed, as a scratchy knot seemed to be trying to keep all his words down fearing that one of his sins would escape from his lips. “I’ve come to say goodbye.” Henry’s voice was cracking with a forced nature as he slowly turned his head to look at the man who had captivated his mind, body, and soul.
This was not what Hans thought Henry was going to say as his head jerked to look at Henry, his face twisted in disbelief as desperation swirled in his ocean eyes, “...Already?” his voice was heavy with emotion, it dripped between each syllable and hit Henry’s heart like a dagger.
He wanted to run away, his body was screaming at him to run, and his heart was yelling for him to grab Hans' face and kiss him until he would love him. His mind was calling his heart a sinner, his heart was calling his mind a pussy, and his body was caught somewhere in the middle of this and all that led was for him to sit there in silence, tense and cracking under the weight of goodbye. “Aye. We have to leave at night.”
Hans slowly looked away, the corner of his eyes almost wet, and Henry almost was able to convince himself that it was just the way the fire was reflecting. Henry’s hand twitched, wanting to reach out and comfort his Lord, but knowing it would cross a line that was never meant to be thought about, let alone crossed. Hans hesitantly opened his mouth, each of his words was calculated, carefully planned, and yet still underneath it all there was an undertone of unease, “You see… I’ve been thinking a lot about the two of us…” a slight pause as Hans took in another deep breath, carefully crafting each syllable and each word, “And about what you told me at Maleshow.”
There was a slight flutter in Henry’s heart, Maleshow was the closest that Henry had gotten to exposing his feelings. He hinted, teased, and left the question open-ended hoping that Hans would grasp it, but he tried to not let his heart pull at the reins of his body. “And?” He could not allow himself to hope for anything other than a breathenship.
Then Hans spoke a story, he told a story of two knights that had once faced each other on the battlefield. Henry was unsure of why, in their very last moments together, he would begin to tell him a fairytale, and Hans slowly looked Henry in the eyes, his eyes begging, his face a slight blush, “Wait. I’m getting there. In this story, there’s something… something I don’t have my own words for.” And for the first time, Henry allowed himself to grow a small bit hopeful. This chemistry, this emotion, this tension that was enveloping them, pushing them together was something that was sinful, it was eternal damnation, and it was something that was not spoken about. So, how could he or Hans know what it was? What words would be powerful enough to describe how Henry felt about Hans? Henry knew that was easily put his life on the line, he would stand between Hans and any danger, but he also knew that he wanted to hold him tenderly at night, he wanted to be the reason for those soft grunts of passion, he wanted to be the one that warmed Hans’ bed at night…these were unspoken desires that plagued Henry.
Throughout the story, Henry could see the similarities between the knights in the story and the two of them. Hans would take turns staring off into the fire, and then turning to face Henry with an unreadable emotion dancing behind those ocean eyes. He truly was a beautiful man, he spoke with dignity, his voice was that of the finest silk, and his hair was that of the softest fabrics. He always held his head tall and always would smile when his eyes would meet Henry’s. Yet not tonight, tonight they were drowning in desperation, as if they both were trying to speak of matters that were not meant to be spoken. Emotions that were not meant to be acted upon.
“Henry,” Hans’ voice coaxed Henry into looking up at him, their faces were only a small distance apart. Hans’ voice was crackling, the emotions were starting to overcome his words, and that nobility way of speaking was falling apart and it was no longer a bodyguard and his Lord. Or maybe it never was between them, “if anything happens to you… then… then…” his voice was trailing off as his head fell to the side, no longer able to keep Henry’s gaze.
“Why the hell can’t I save you once for a change?!” Hans’ voice spiked in the heat of frustration as his eyes clenched shut; underneath all of the rage was bitter-sweet desperation and a plea. Henry wasn’t sure, nor did he want to misread what Hans was pleading for, but he wanted nothing more than to reach out and hold him. It was in these moments, of Hans looking broken and the urge to pull him in close that Henry fully realized how deep in sin he was. It was no longer a bodily want that was growing in him, it wasn’t just a fascination of the beautiful man, no, he was in love with his Lord. The love that should be between a man and a woman, swirled in his heart and called out to him.
Henry thought about just throwing his arms around his Lord and pulling him in close, promising him that everything would be alright. Kissing him until all his worries were gone…but, he could not. Hans was just distraught about losing one closest friend, he was not distraught at the thought of losing a possible lover. So, instead, Henry let out a soft sigh, allowing all his own distress to be pushed out of his mind, shoving down the ache in his heart to cover Hans’ hand with his own. Both their hands sat still on Hans’ knee as Henry struggled to find the words within his own heartache.
“I’ll be back.” Henry pledged… he had to. The thought of Lord Capon’s lifeless body limp in his arms flashed in his mind and he gave Hans’ hand a squeeze trying to convey how serious he was. This was not some flippant promise, this was a suicide mission that either would allow them both to live to see the next sunrise, or they both would be meeting in hell together. Hans looked up from the floor, his face nearly inches from Henry’s, “I promise you.”
Hans looked down at their hands, his face unreadable to Henry, and a slight smile pulled up at his lips. Henry should have been happy that Hans didn’t pull his hand back in disgust, but the slight smile caused his heart to flip in his chest. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t stay here anymore, he couldn’t allow his heart to grow any more hopeful. His voice fell, the dejection twisted in his words, “And everything will be alright.”
Henry pushed himself off the bed, his mind, body, and soul screaming at him to stay; to pull Hans in for a kiss, to beg Hans to just give him one night together before he walked off to his certain death. “And I’ll bring reinforcements…” He made a point to try and walk past Lord Cappon as quickly as possible, not looking at him, in fear that he might do something that they both would regret. His heart was pounding in his ears, his throat was twisted up in knots, and his breath was caught in his lungs as the gravity of the situation was falling on his shoulders.
He was going to die. He was marching off to his death. And with his death, would be all his love. With no one to know. Isn’t that the plight of man? The ironic misery of life? To be so close to everything you desire, but never be allowed to indulge. What a pity it is to be human.
Yet, before he was able to walk away, he heard a soft noise of disagreement from Hans. There was a tight pressure on his elbow and a creaking of the bed. He felt two hands on his arm, one desperately grasping his elbow and the other grabbing his upper arm. Henry tried to turn around to face Hans, yet he felt himself being tugged towards the slightly shorter man. As he was being tugged, the hands on his body shifted and soon there was a hand on the back of his neck pulling him down into a kiss.
It all happened in a fraction of a second. One moment Henry was walking away, trying to escape this ache in his heart. The next, Hans was up on his tippy toes, and was pulling him into a kiss. Henry eagerly accepted the kiss, his left hand quickly wrapping itself around Hans’ shoulder, trapping him close, not allowing any space between them. His right hand around its way around the shorter man’s waist. Their lips melded together, as the two of them held onto each other in desperation, scared that if they let go the other would disappear. Hans’ lips were softer than any bathmaiden that Henry had laid with, the scruff of his beard tickled his face. He could feel the blunted nails of Hans dig into the skin of his neck, earning a soft groan to escape from his lips.
His heart was pounding in his ears as their tongues ran along one another savoring the taste. Henry could feel his hands starting to roam lower, unwilling to separate to breathe. They couldn’t seem to get enough of one, their lips seemed to mold together perfectly. Their bodies slotting together, and their tongues rolling alongside one another. This is what he was yearning for, his heart was pounding through his chest as he wanted more. Henry couldn’t pull himself away as he reveled how the two of them felt pressed up against one another, their breaths mixed as they breathed one another in. He could feel his own heart swelling in his chest, he didn’t know why and he didn’t care, he didn’t want to think about the mission he was about to be on, nor the consequences of the kiss.
It was not a kiss that was swelling of pure sexual need, it was one of desperation, one of pleading, one of unspoken emotions that were now bubbling up to the surface. It was filled with all of the words that neither of them could speak, the words that neither of them knew. And then a loud crackle from the fire pulled Henry back to the present. They could be killed for this, they could be tortured if anyone were to find out, this shouldn’t happen.
Just as quickly as it seemed to happen, Henry pulled himself away. Shaking his head the entire time, he tried to pretend that he didn’t see the hurt that shot across Hans’ face. The panic that seemed to be dancing in his eyes, the pain that it caused to Henry’s heart. He tried to force it down, he tried to shake his head, tried to make the words come to his lips, he wanted to tell Hans that they couldn’t do this. That it wasn’t right, that it wasn’t Christian… Henry started walking back toward the door, unable to control himself if he stayed here.
“I’m so…I … I’m… sorry.” Henry could barely hear Hans, his voice was just barely over a whisper, it was filled with shame and uncertainty. Henry couldn’t see him, nor did he want to turn around and see the anguish that was plastered across Hans’ face. He could hear the other man walking around the room, the wooden floors creaked and groaned with each step. He could hear Hans picking up pieces of firewood and Henry could hear the hesitation and anxiety that was twirling with each word that was spoken.
Yet, he couldn’t move. Henry didn’t make a move to leave, nor did he make a move to turn and face Hans. He was frozen with what just happened. This was everything that he could ever want, he had many dreams, or nightmares, starting with Hans pulling him into a kiss.
“I…I just…” The hesitation, the desperation, the horror of what Hans had just done was evident in his words, it dripped from every syllable. It tore into Henry as he fought himself and his wants. So, why was he hesitating? Why shouldn’t he give in to the sweet sinful indulgence that was offering himself to Henry right in front of him? Why shouldn’t he be selfish for a moment, why shouldn’t he put himself and what he wants first? And, he would want nothing more than to have his final moments be with someone he loves.
Henry took three steps towards the door, and his hand shakily reached out for the handle. Then a simple thought fluttered through his mind. If tonight is the night you are going to die, whom do you wish to spend it with? The man who you love, or is it better to take your love to the grave leaving all questions unanswered?
He could hear Hans throwing a couple of pieces of wood on the fire, fanning the flame and allowing it to burn brighter and hotter. Then with that, Henry made his choice. He quickly grabbed the lock and slung it across making sure that no one would be able to interrupt them. With determination filling his heart, he quickly turned around and made his way across the room. His heart cracked slightly at the way Hans was leaning over himself in hurt, his face was twisted up in regret and Henry swore he saw the tears trickling up in the corner of the man’s eyes.
In only a couple of long strides, Henry was within arms-length distance from Hans. When he was close enough, he quickly grabbed Hans’ arm and pulled him back towards him. Hans dropped the couple of logs that he was holding in his arms in surprise but quickly recovered once Henry harshly brought their lips together. Hans’ lips were pliant, and molded to Henry's. A soft moan slipped from Hans’ lips as Henry pulled them flush together; one of his hands found itself on the back of Hans’ neck. There was just something about the way he was moving against Henry. The sensations he was pulling from his body, he had never had anyone do such things to him and they hadn’t even taken their clothes off.
Henry moved his head to the side, allowing him to get closer to Hans. He nibbled on Hans' bottom lip, wanting, no needing, to be allowed in. Hans groaned and opened his mouth quickly, their tongues rolled against one another. Henry felt as if he wanted to devour everything this man had, he could feel arms go under his arms and pull him even closer. His tongue ran along Hans’ teeth as his fingers danced at the bottom of his shirt wanting nothing more than the layers between them to be gone.
A warmth blossomed in his chest as he could taste Hans’ breath on his lips. His lips were soft, almost silken, and pillowy against Henry’s. Henry could feel the soft tickle of his breath beneath his nose. His body seemed to be ignited in energy as it shook him to the core, finally being able to hold Hans in his arms. First, their kisses were filled with the utmost gentleness, as if they went too fast everything would crumble, but then with the hunger of a starved man. The little soft sounds that slipped through Hans as he responded with the same hunger sparked a fire deep in Henry’s groin. He didn’t want to stop, he wanted more. He wanted all of Hans. He wanted to make sure that after tonight, Hans would never seek out another.
And he was falling fast, craving his scent and the feel of him so close to him, unsure where he ended and Hans began. He had never been more grateful to have life until now. He would have rather walked into hell again and again than lose this. Maybe this was why the church condemned love between two men, they knew that it was so addictive that once you had a taste, you could not worship anything else. And worship is what Henry planned on doing tonight.
He could feel the slight hesitation, the slight nervousness that was coursing through Hans, his hands would move in safe patterns and yet there was a desperation to each touch. While only moving across Henry’s back, his nails would dig in wherever they would stop. Showing how unsure Hans was about the future but firmly planted in the now. Henry slowly turned them, moving them closer to the bed. Not willing to pull their lips apart, he ran his tongue along Hans’ own, distracting him. Once Hans’ knees were pressed up against the bed, Henry pulled away but their foreheads were still pressed together. Their hot breath was cascading across one another as they breathed in each other, not willing to be any further apart.
Slowly, Henry lowered Hans to the bed, his hand that was resting behind Hans’ head gently helped him down to the bed and Hans’ grip on Henry kept them close together. Henry studied Hans’ face, it was twisted up in a heated bliss that left a heavenly glow. A soft groan fell from his lips as he rolled his hips against Hans, the friction twisting up in his groin and sending a tingling sensation through his body to his fingertips.
Their lips found each other again, the heat only growing stronger as Henry couldn’t help the way his body twisted against Hans. Hans turned his head to the side trying to get closer, deeper to the other man. He was fully willing to give himself over to Henry, allowing himself to get devoured; he groaned as Henry’s hands ran down his body. Henry could feel himself grow harder as the kisses began to grow rougher and more passionate.
Henry’s hand snuck between them, teasing the hem of Hans’ shirt; Henry was forever grateful that he had the forethought of taking his armor off before sitting down on the bed. He was also thankful that Hans was already in his underclothing before Henry showed up. Allowing his fingertips to push up under the shirt, allowing his fingertips to softly drag across Hans’ chest. He could feel the other man’s muscles twitching and spasming under his touch, he could feel the slight push of Hans trying to get closer. He could feel a familiar growing heat in his stomach as he ground his hips harshly against Hans.
Hans pulled away from the kiss and threw his head back into the pillows as a breathless moan fell from his lips, exposing his neck. Without thinking, Henry bent down and began placing hot open kisses onto the man’s neck, this was something that he had never done with one of the bath maidens but when it was done to him, he loved the sensation…so he was hoping so would Hans. Henry allowed his breath to cascade over the man’s reddening neck, he felt his heart quicken with each soft delicious noise that slipped through Hans’ lips. His teeth dragged against the reddened skin, his hips thrusting harshly against Hans as a loud groan crawled its way up Hans’ throat.
Henry gripped the bottom of Hans’ tunic, he pulled his face away from the bruising skin to stare into Hans’ eyes, “Sir, may I?” He tugged at the shirt displaying what he wanted, but Hans shook his head.
“Just Hans…please” Hans’ gasped out between ragged breaths, “No Sir or Lord, not in here.” With those words falling from his lips, a twisted smirk pulled at Henry’s lips and he tugged the shirt over Hans’ head and discarded it somewhere in the room to be quickly forgotten.
As soon as Hans’ chest was exposed, Henry dove back down to worship the man beneath him. He reveled in the noises and spasms that happened with every touch, every taste, every bite. Every noise drove him forward, caused him to lose a little bit of his composure, and caused him to lose himself in the sin that was engulfing them both. The small soft pants were music to Henry’s ears, but he wanted more, he wanted louder, more wanton noises that he knew his Lord could make.
His mouth quickly made its way back to Hans’ neck, loving how the young Lord would buck his hips with every kiss, and tease. Henry’s hot breath would tumble down upon Hans’ sensitive skin before he would lightly drag his teeth across the reddened flesh followed by his bottom lip. His tongue would lavish the skin, sometimes pressing open-face kisses, pulling the flesh in between his teeth and sucking hard. Other times, he would bite down on the bruising flesh enjoying how loud Hans would grow.
The blush that was heating Hans’ face was now trickling down his neck, which with the soft glow of the fire was making Hans look completely ravished. The train of kisses ended with another long passionate kiss on the lips; their tongues rolled against one another as their hands groped, scratched, and pulled at one another trying to get closer. Henry pulled apart, his lips never leaving Hans’ skin for long, he wanted this to be more than a quick fuck, or a pity fuck. He wanted Hans to always remember this night, he wanted to make love to this man like no one else had ever done before.
Henry bent down licking his lips at all the thoughts that were echoing in his mind; the only other man that he had laid with was the Black Bartoush knight. He was going to try and mimic what the other man had done, and hopefully, it would be something that Hans enjoyed. He got himself in position so that he could easily pull one of his perky pink nipples into his mouth; Hans’ entire body was twitching as Henry’s tongue lapped at the sensitive bud. His back arched into the touch of the skilled mouth of his bodyguard turned lover.
His tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, and pulled it into his teeth, gently rolling it. Groaning into Hans’ reddening flesh with each soft indistinguishable noise that fell from Hans’ lips. He could feel Hans’ blunt nails digging into his hair and it did nothing but turn him on more. This is what he was yearning for, his heart was pounding through his chest as he wanted more. Pleasure bloomed from his stomach and radiated outwards until his entire body was soaked in the warmth. “Henry…” the man hiccuped out between moans.
Henry let the nipple fall out of his mouth with a pop as he rolled it gently between his fingers watching Hans’ face with fascination. His eyes were clenched shut, his cheeks were burning with a beautiful blush, and his hips were weakly thrusting up into Henry. Henry let his tongue slip out as it rolled around the neglected bud, “I have thought about this a lot,” Henry whispered flush up against Hans’s chest which was now turning a light pink tint with blueish hickies scattered showing where Henry had been. “Wondering how you would taste…” His voice trailed off, running his tongue flat along the reddened skin.
Hans opened his mouth to speak, but Henry gently bit down on the other nipple; Hans’ eyes rolled back and his head was thrown back against the bed as a broken moan clawed its way through his lips. It felt like his skin was on fire, every touch, every breath, caused his body to tremble and tense up in ways that he never felt. Henry ground his hips down into the trembling lord beneath him. “Wondering what noises that you would make…” with those words swirling in the air, Henry’s heart was thrumming against his ears as he kissed his way down his Lord’s stomach.
Hot wet kisses switched between his tongue running a long line down his navel, fully embodying a bath maiden. His fingers danced along the edge of the young lord’s night pants. As his teeth nipped at Hans’ hip bones, he glanced up one last chance for the young Lord to push him away, and pretend this never happened. But Hans was fully engrossed in Henry's ministries and could only give a short nod, his eyes were swirling with want and need. Henry palmed Hans’ cock through the rough material and he all but screamed. His hips shook and twitched while Henry rubbed the clothed member. It was hard and pulsing under his touch and he couldn’t wait to get it in his mouth.
Henry pulled his hand away for a moment, chuckling at the soft sigh of disappointment that fell from Hans’ lips. The fabric of Hans’ underclothes was quickly discarded, Henry’s lips followed the fabric, ensuring that every inch of exposed flesh was quickly lavished with hot wet open kisses and nips. The noises were spilling out of Hans as Henry grew closer to where he needed Henry. Henry's own cock was straining against his pants, throbbing and twitching with every movement from the young lord, but tonight was not about him. It was about showing Hans who truly loved him.
His heart was stammering in his chest, and his hands were shaking, but he was hopeful that his nervousness was not too obvious to Hans. Only having given head once before, with directions, Henry steeled himself before fully pulling Hans's cock free from its confines. It was fully erect, slapping against Hans’ lower navel, precum already decorating the reddened tip. Henry licked his lips before he ran his tongue along the undershaft. Hans took in a sharp inhale of air as Henry, almost shyly, licked the tip of his cock. Henry’s eyes rolled back as he stuck his tongue out for another lick, this earned him a groan. Hans all but screamed as Henry’s lips encased the entire head; his tongue rolled around the tip as he sucked down on it. One of Hans’ hands twisted up in Henry’s hair as Henry began taking more and more of him into his mouth.
He licked his lips before he went back down sucking the head into his mouth, his tongue running up and down the slit. Hans sucked in a huff of air as Henry gently let his teeth graze the sensitive skin. Hans’ blunt nails raked up and down his scalp, as Henry started bobbing his head up and down. Taking him down until his head hit the back of Henry’s throat; his tongue massaged the large vein on the underside of his dick. Pleasure bloomed from his stomach and radiated outwards until his entire body was soaked in the warmth. Hans could feel his eyes rolling back in his head as his breathing was coming out in short bursts; he was getting closer. He could feel the familiar tightening in his groin as he bit down hard on his bottom lip.
“Henry.” Hans moaned as the man pulled back so that his tongue was dancing along the swollen head. He knew what he was doing, he knew that Hans had been close, he worked him up and then pulled out. He could hear Henry chuckling as his mouth moved from his cock down to the sensitive skin around it, nibbling, kissing, sucking, and licking every inch that he could. His eyes flicked up so he could watch the labored breath leaving Hans’s parted lips, beautiful. His hands slowly rubbed their way up Hans’s sides before his blunt nails dug into his tender flesh; Hans moaned as Henry watched his beautiful skin be marked with long red scratches. Beautiful.
Henry teased as his tongue swirled around the wet head. He could feel how hard his cock was as it throbbed with every moan, every curse, and every pant that slipped through Hans’ lips. Henry pulled up for a moment, and pushed his fingers towards Hans’ lips, “Suck.” Without a thought, Hans pulled the fingers into his mouth. Henry groaned and thrust his hips into the bed as he felt Hans roll his tongue around the fingers, soaking them in saliva. When he was satisfied that they were efficiently covered, he pulled them free from Hans’ lips.
Henry moved his way back to Hans’ twitching cock, licking the undershaft as he also began rubbing his one finger around Hans’ puckered asshole. Hans’ lips were trembling as he tried to make coherent sentences but everything that came out of his mouth was muffled by moans and pants of sheer pleasure. It felt like Henry’s hands were everywhere. The wet slurping noises that Henry was making while sucking his dick were making him feel dirty, but it was causing something inside of him to coil in excitement. He could feel Henry slowly slipping the very tip of his finger into his ass before pulling it out with a pop.
“Please, please, please,” Hans’ managed to slur out as Henry deepthroated him down until he felt Henry’s jaw nustling against his balls. Henry perfectly timed pressing his finger deep inside of Hans for when Hans’ dick smacked the back of his throat. Hans let out a gurgled scream as the finger pressed deep inside of him. Then a sharp gasp echoed in the chamber as the finger was knuckle deep inside of him, his right leg trembling and his knees buckled for a moment before he felt Henry’s arms tighten around his legs, keeping him steady. Hans arched his back off the bed, trying to get more from Henry. Henry bobbed his head up and down on his cock as he thrusted the finger deep inside of Hans, curling it towards him every once and awhile.
As Henry fucked Hans on his fingers, the squelches and slick noises of the spit dripped out of his ass with each greedy flick of his wrist. Henry slipped another finger deep inside of Hans, making sure to scissor him wide, curling, twisting, stretching him for what was about to come. Henry’s own cock was weeping, throbbing, and neglected as Henry focused entirely on bringing pleasure to his Lord. Groaning at the pain that shot through his body like electricity through his nerves with every thrust into the mattress it made every touch more sensitive, more intense, more addicting. Everything felt heightened
“Henry!” He all but whined out breathlessly as his hips were bucking into Henry’s mouth at an erratic pace. Henry could feel that Hans was close, but he didn’t want him cuming just yet. Henry’s fingers curled up inside Hans as if he were searching for something, and once he was able to find it, he was merciless. He tilted Hans’s hips so he would have easier access to thrust his fingers right into that special place; Hans screamed and yanked on Henry's hair, unable to hear the rumbling of a deep groan in Henry's chest as he struggled under the pleasure that was pulsing throughout his body. It felt like electricity was shooting through him and that he had no control over his limbs. They were trembling, spasming, and tightening as he grew closer. He could feel a small amount of saliva beginning to slip from the side of his mouth as it was permanently pried open with all of the noises of pleasure ripping up his throat.
Henry thrusted another finger into the young Lord, and his chest was about to explode with how wondrous this felt and was to watch. He could probably come to his own pleasurable end just by fingering his Lord to climax. He was up to four fingers, and he could see that there was probably a bit of burning from the stretching as Hans’ face was twisted into pleasure but his upper lip would pull down in a grimace once in and while. Henry would pop the crown of his ass several times before thrusting the fingers deep inside of him. The fingers were being pumped in and out at the same rhythm that Henry was bobbing up and down on his cock.
Then Henry would pull all of his fingers out completely, leaving Hans a melted puddle of built-up frustration. “What are yo-” Hans managed between pants but was quickly cut off as Henry pushed himself up so that he was kneeling between Hans’ legs. He quickly grabbed the bottom of his tunic and pulled it up over his head, enjoying the soft gasp that slipped from Hans’ lips as his own chest became exposed. Henry was no longer the small peasant boy that Hans met all those years ago, his muscles had been sculpted by hours of sword training and war. He knew from their times at the bathhouses and at the pond that Henry had a thing for staring at his chest. Yet, he made sure that the fire was directly behind his body making most of the details of his chest hidden to his lover.
When his shirt was finally off, he stood off the bed and quickly shimmied himself out of his pants and underclothes. His dick already dripping from the tip and slapping against his stomach. He watched as Hans' eyes grew wide with anticipation and probably a little bit of fear as his dick ended above his belly button. Yet, he wasn’t done with preparing Hans just yet. He slowly all but crawled to Hans on the bed, kneeling just in front of the young Lord between his legs. Henry grabbed the slender waist of the other man and pulled it upwards so that Henry was inches away from the man’s gaping rim. Henry wasn't sure what he was doing, but he knew that some of the bath maidens enjoyed this when he did this with their pussies, so maybe it was the same?
Before Hans could say anything, Henry closed his eyes and lapped at the outside of his tight hole. Hans couldn’t stop the curses that slipped through his lips as he had never even thought that a sensation like this was possible. Any discomfort he had felt from being stretched was masked by the pleasure that was building up by the sinful tongue pleasuring him. His tongue pressed past his rim and began squirming around deep inside of him. Henry hummed, groaning at the sensation of the Lord trembling against him. As he continued to fuck him with his tongue, Henry’s one hand wrapped around his dick, giving him some break from the throbbing pain that was emanating from his cock. Hans was far beyond incoherent when Henry pushed himself as close as he could and sucked down on the abused hole. Henry could feel Hans’ legs trembling with every lick and suck that he gave the begging man.
With one last thrust of his tongue, Henry pulled back and Hans gasped as the cool air as the saliva dripped from his asshole. Henry gently laid Hans back down on the bed and gave his cock a couple more quick thrusts before spitting in his hand. It won’t be as smooth as the lube that Black Bartoush had, but hopefully, this will help. After spitting in his hand, he began stroking himself, trying to make sure his cock was fully coated in the saliva.
When he was certain it was the best it was going to get, he leaned down to capture Hans’ lips once more. Hans moaned into the kiss, his hands like a fevered animal, grasping and scratching at every part of Henry that he could get a hold of. Henry pulled away resting himself on his elbows on either side of Hans’ head, their lips just inches apart, sweaty foreheads touching, “Are you ready?”
Instead of words, Hans harshly grabbed the back of Henry’s head and pulled him down into a fiery kiss. Their tongues rubbed against one another as their breath became one, and their noses clashed against one another. Henry pulled back for a moment, resting himself on one elbow, as the other went to grasp his cock. He hissed at the sensation, trying not to jerk his hips forward as he slowly pushed himself past the crown of Hans’ ass.
Henry leaned down, placing all of his weight on Hans, as he put his lips right up against his ear, “Breathe, Hans.” Hans groaned at the use of his name and as Henry ran his tongue around the shell of his ear. Henry was struggling to not bottom out and thrust all of himself deep within his lord. He felt heavenly, it felt as if his ass was swallowing Henry whole and there was nothing he wanted more. He slowly pushed himself deeper, each couple of inches he would pause for a moment allowing Hans to adjust, not moving until Hans would smack him and tell him to get going.
Hans felt Henry's large hand spread out across his stomach; his hand filled most of the space. He began rubbing small circles on Hans's skin and the warmth radiating from him was calming. Hans took a deep breath and tried to let his body relax. He opened his eyes to see Henry looking down at him intently; watching every emotion that flashed across his face. He took his time, didn't rush Hans, and paused when he thought Hans was in too much discomfort.
Henry chuckled at the impatience of his Lord but also really didn’t want to hurt him. Finally, with one final thrust, he was completely sheathed inside of Hans. Hans let out a high-pitched moan as his legs trembled against Hans. Henry’s heart stuttered and his hips sputtered, but he held himself still. That was until Hans rolled his hips up, causing everything to tighten around him. Henry moaned, unable to keep the noise from spilling out as the warmth spread through every nerve of his body.
Henry pulled his head back so that he was looking Hans in the eyes, once again looking for a sign. Hans nodded his head before pulling Henry down for a kiss. Their lips molded together as Hans felt Henry pull himself almost all the way out of Hans before thrusting himself back in. Hans ripped away from the kiss his head flew back as he let out a sputtered moan and his fingers dug into Henry's shoulders. His eyes clenched shut as Henry began harshly and quickly thrusting into him. The sounds of their skin slapping against one another echoed throughout the room as Hans felt his body rocking with every thrust, his dick smacking against his stomach as the moans spilled out.
Henry paused for a moment to unwrap Hans's legs before placing them on his shoulders. He pulled almost all the way out, he only left his swollen tip in before slamming back in with no mercy. A scream ripped up Hans's throat as it verged on painful with how deep Henry was getting with this new position. But he wanted more. Hans’s back arched up off the bed and his nails dug into the mattress as he allowed this man to abuse his body. The new angle allowed Henry to easily rub up against Hans's prostate with every thrust; each thrust felt like heaven as the pleasure was almost overbearing.
Hans felt Henry’s pace begin to increase as the noises were leaving Hans in huffs; he couldn't keep up with how hard and fast Henry was thrusting into him. Initially, he had tried to meet him thrust for thrust, but now, he was just a rag doll as Henry used him for carnal pleasure and Hans had no choice but to give in. He could feel his insides twisting up in pleasure as Henry tilted Hans’s hips slightly forward before rolling his hips into Hans. He stopped thrusting but rolled his hips so his cock was sensually rubbing against Hans’s prostate. No longer harshly smacking against it, but just barely gracing it in a teasing way. Hans tried calling out his name but it all came out like nonsense as the sensations made his toes curl.
Hans moaned as his fingers dug into the sheets beneath them; he knew that his knuckles would be white from how tight he was holding the mattress. Henry thrusted back in, without warning, smacking his prostate on the head, Hans swore he heard a small rip in the sheets as he let out a strangled scream. Hans’s eyes were barely staying open as Henry thrusted into him like an animal. The grunts and small noises that were slipping through Hans’ lips were music to Henry's ears. All of the sensations were twisting up in his stomach and he knew that he wouldn't last much longer.
“I’m close…” Henry muttered as the erotic sound of his balls slapping against Hans was growing too much. There was a twisting in his gut and a tightening in his balls that he knew all too much. His hips were starting to sputter and become frantic, he knew that he needed to help Hans get there. Henry lowered Hans’ legs from his shoulders between thrusts and led down so that his elbows were on either side of Hans’ face. He pulled Hans in for a kiss, this kiss was nothing like those before. It was sloppy, saliva was trickling out of Hans’ mouth and their tongues were messily twisting together, teeth would be clashing as they each chased their pleasure.
Both of them were panting, their bodies were coated in a thin layer of sweat as their bodies came together over and over again. Hans never wanted this to stop. His hands were all over Henry, stretching, grabbing, pulling, and gripping anywhere he could. His body had never felt his filled, he could barely hold on as his body tense and jerked with pleasure. Sweat was trickling down Henry’s forehead as he leaned down slightly to place hot wet open kisses down Hans’ neck earning him a thrust upwards, meeting his own.
Henry pulled away and pushed himself up a bit so that he could lean down and take one of Hans’ nipples in his mouth. This caused Hans to let out a string of curses as Henry continued to mercilessly thrust deep into Hans. His body legs were tightening around Henry’s waist and he could feel Hans’ right leg begin to tremble violently again. Henry leaned his body weight to one arm so that he could reach between them and begin to jerk Hans off. His thrusts tried to match up with the motion of his hand, Hans mouth was open as his chest was heaving in pants.
Hans’ whimpers and pleading were coming out in a sputtering mess, his legs jerking and trembling, and the muscles were close to pulling into sharp pain. The wrist that was working his cock was moving erratically and in an unorganized pattern and speed, chasing the ecstasy that was just behind his grasp.
Whimpers filled the room as Henry was erratically pumping Hans’ cock. Hans was a sobbing, slobbery mess as he felt the muscles in his thighs tremble with pleasure as his knees buckled. His shoulders were shuttering with pleasure as his eyes clenched shut, his mouth falling agape, uncaring about the drool that was slipping through his lips. All the stimulation was twirling together, the pressure that had been coiling inside was rapidly straining about to snap. His back arched into Henry’s cock, as the heat was rising and radiating out from him. Hans’s greedy ass was clenching around Henry’s dick, searching for the right amount of pleasure with a twinge of pain that would push him over the edge.
His orgasm hit him hard and unruly as his toes curled into the bed sheets; thin white ropes splattered onto his chest and spilled over into Henry’s fisted hand. His entire body tensed and his nails dug deep into Henry’s shoulders as it was his name was spilled from his lips repeatedly. Henry could feel Hans’ ass clench around him, bringing him almost over the edge. “Hans…” Henry grunted, his thrusts growing more desperate by the second, “Hans.” Henry moaned his name over and over again as he chased his own release.
Hans felt himself tightening up around Henry, his hips still spasming from the constant sensations. Moans slipped through his lips as if he was begging Henry to come inside of him. Henry thrusted deep inside of Hans three more times, each time slapping his prostate making Hans’s asshole twitch and tighten before Henry’s hips spasmed as he came. Hans groaned as he felt Henry’s dick twitch inside of him before hot liquid filled his cavity.
Henry's entire body fell on top of Hans with a shudder, uncaring that he was now lying in Hans’ sin. His body was rocked with spasms as his eyes slowly opened, glazed with pleasure and soft groans slipped through his lips as he gave two or three more lazy thrusts. Trying to stretch out the pleasure before he slid out of Hans and rolled to the side so he was lying next to Hans. Hans gasped and groaned at the feeling, his body instantly colder than it was a moment ago.
Hans’ chest was heaving and his rib cage ached with each breath, but each breath seemed to reignite the pleasure as he trembled. He shifted his hips, groaning as he could still feel the radiating burn of his ass, being stretched and abused, while pleasureful, did leave a reminder of what they just did. It cut through his orgasmic high mind. His walls clenched around nothing, oversensitive, and twitching. He let his eyelids get heavy with sleep, as he wished that the two of them could just lay there together.
The two of them lay there for a moment, silence embracing them, but this time it was in a comfort that felt like home. No words needed to be said. The cool winter air was heaven with the heat that was radiating from the two of them. Henry’s body felt too heavy to move and too shaky to be reliable but threw a lazy arm over Hans and pulled him close. Hans’ head fell to the side so that their foreheads were touching and smiles softly pulled at each of their lipids. Hans groaned as he turned his body and softly rested a hand on the side of Henry’s face. Slowly pulling him in for a slow and sweet kiss, followed by several chaste kisses.
As his heart slowly fell back into a normal steady pace, Henry felt the gravity of what happened falling on him suffocating him into the bed. He glanced next to him, Hans’ eyes were still closed, his skin was skill honied with the afterglow of an orgasm. Henry pushed himself up so that he was propped up on his elbows looking down at Hans. A sigh fell from his lips as he realized that he probably spent too much time here and soon Sam would come looking, “I must go,” his voice a heavy sigh. This caused Henry’s eyes to shoot open, a panicked look stretching across his face.
Henry felt that familiar knot growing in his throat as his heart plummeted into his stomach. He pushed himself up in a sitting position, instantly missing the warmth of Hans under his fingertips. Henry slowly shifted so he could swing his legs off of the bed, and just as he was about to put his feet against the cold hardwood, a strong hand grasped his arm. Henry turned around quietly as he looked behind him to see Hans’s warm ocean eyes staring at him with desperation stretched across his face. Henry’s shoulders crumpled under the look on Hans’ face.
Henry’s ribs were aching from the jagged breaths that were escaping his lips; his heart was throbbing and racing in his chest as he knew that it was time to leave, as much as he would love to stay here until the time came. His breath was caught in the tightness of his ribs, as he slowly turned back around, getting ready to push himself off and get dressed. Before he could move, he felt the weight in the bed shifting as Hans was moving in the bed, and grew closer to him; he shook his head as he felt Hans embrace him from behind. Both shaking arms wrapped around Henry’s larger torso and could feel Hans resting his head on the back of his shoulder. Why was life so unfair?
This is really the end, isn’t it? He instantly felt cold when he no longer could feel Hans behind him, his eyes fell closed as he felt the weight of Hans leaving the bed. I guess that’s it. He could hear Hans’s padded feet walking across the floor, but instead of getting further away, they were coming closer. He slowly opened his eyes when he heard the creaking of wood in front of him; when his sight was full he saw that Hans was standing in front of him. Towering over him, Henry was just sitting on the edge of the bed.
His head was lowered staring directly into Henry’s eyes as if he was trying to figure out the words to say. What was there to say? Hans stepped close with uneasy steps as he slotted right in between Henry’s legs. Leaning down slightly, he gently placed both hands on either side of Henry’s face, and Henry found his arms lazily wrapping themselves around Hans’ naked waist pulling him closer until their chests were touching. Slowly, giving Henry enough time to pull away, he leaned down and let their lips come together.
The kiss was gentler than anything Henry had ever felt and finally, he gave into the pain and hurt that was cascading across his body. He took it as their final goodbye. After this, you'll never be able to hold him again, feel his lips against yours, hear his heartbeat as you lay together . Their lips slowly molded together, moving, and being careful not to scare the other away. His head tilted to the side as he slowly opened his mouth, Hans’s tongue dipped into his mouth as their tongues massaged one another. Henry’s hands slowly made their way into Hans’s hair and gently tugged him closer. If this was to be the last time, he would make it last. He felt Hans’s grip on his face grow needier as the gruff of Hans’s five o'clock shadow scratched his chin. The two moved against one another as if they were perfectly made for one another; they loved each second until it grew time to pull apart.
Hans slowly pulled their lips apart but leaned so their foreheads were touching and their gazes clashed as neither of them wanted to break the silence. Hans’ eyes tried blinking away the tears, as Henry's were reddened with pain.
“Stay.”
Henry’s face twisted up in confusion, “What?” He couldn’t hear the words that were spilling from Hans’s lips. Hans’s voice was quiet, barely over a whisper, his wet ocean eyes bored deep into Henry’s. His eyes were red and puffy, but no tears fell, and none would be seen. He was begging, pleading, something that was not becoming of a noble, his heart cracked open and bleeding for all to see.
“Stay with me.” Hans’ voice was stronger this time, filled with desperation as it had been all night, all for different reasons, but this time it sounded desperate. “I am the rightful lord of Rattay, what I say goes. Your place is by my side… I l-”
Henry grabbed the sides of Hans’ face and pushed his lips against the young Lords, silencing him before the words fell from his lips as if the walls had ears and Henry didn’t want anyone or anything to hear the words before he did. “Sir, please, don’t.” Henry slowly pulled away, a soft cracked smile filling his lips as he placed one last chaste kiss on Hans’ lips, “Don’t say it now. Give me a reason to return safely to you.”
Hans shook his head, and a short chuckle fell from his lips, “Then that is your mission.” His eyes were still red, but his voice gained back his normal high arrogance tone like he always had in public.
“What is, my lord?”
“You need to live.” Hans crossed his arms over his chest, “There’s something you must know but I cannot tell you until you return. So don’t do anything fucking stupid and get yourself killed.”
“Aye, my Lord.”