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Something was different this evening. Henry didn’t know if it was the slight chill in the air as the seasons shifted or if it was the fact that the whole of Rattay was almost a bit too quiet for his liking but he felt uneasy. When he knocked gently on the heavy oak door, as he’d done so many times before and entered Hans’ room, it all started to fall into place for him. At this point it was as if he could sense his lord’s mood from miles away, as if their souls and minds were somehow connected. It was like a dark cloud was hovering over Hans’ head although Henry had no idea what might have caused it this time. Something was bothering him, weighing him down. Henry greeted him but only got a quiet “hmm” in response. He braced himself for whatever was to come.
“Sir? Is something the matter?” Henry closed the door behind himself, making sure to lock it as he always did nowadays, just to be sure.
“Where were you today?” Hans sounded more anxious about what his squire might answer than he wanted to let on.
“What do you mean? I told you, since I had nothing of much importance to attend to, I went to have a wash at the baths and then I took Pebbles to see the groomer. She really needed that, poor girl. I hope she’ll forgive me for neglecting her cleanliness for a bit too long.” Henry tried his best to lighten the mood but it was clearly not working.
“The baths? Hm...” His lord muttered.
“Oh come now, don’t be like that. I needed a bath and I’m sure you’ll appreciate that I got that done. Otherwise you wouldn’t have allowed me to sleep next to you tonight, be sure of that.” Henry laughed nervously but Hans stayed quiet.
Had he done something wrong or was this just Hans’ inner demons making their voices heard again? Henry knew very well how Hans’ self doubt could get his mind spinning out of control, he had never really been as confident as he wanted people to believe. Even if it perplexed Henry that a man as beautiful and charming as Lord Capon was insecure of himself, it was one of all the little things he adored about him. Despite looking like an angel, being the closest thing to heaven that Henry’s ever been, Hans was only a man just the same as him. However, when it came to the two of them, their bond... He just wished Hans would understand that he didn’t have anything to worry about, Henry was as loyal to him as can be. Hans owned his heart and he knew that. Or at least Henry would have hoped that he did by now.
“Henry,” Hans was facing the window, shaking slightly and Henry could see how his back and his shoulders tensed up. “I know you don’t owe me an explanation. And I know that our… situation… is complicated.”
Henry’s eyes fixated on his lord like there was nothing else in the world.
“And I am to be married which comes with its own duties.” Hans paused for a moment, trying to steady his breath. “But thinking of you with… wenches… other men… other people…”
“Hans-” Henry’s attempt at cutting him off failed as Hans raised his hand and waved away whatever he was trying to say. It was pointless, the man is as stubborn as they come.
“It completely crushes me. It would hurt less to take an arrow to the face or to break every bone in my body. It kills me, Hal. Do you understand?” The young lord’s voice was strained this time, trying hard to keep his emotions from surfacing but not very successfully, Henry could see that his body was shaking like a leaf in the wind. “I can not even bear to think about what I would do if-”
“Hans. Listen to me,” Henry walked over to him, put a hand on his shoulder and turned him around in one swift motion. “I don’t want anyone else.”
“Don’t lie to me.” When their eyes met he could see that Hans’ were filled with a darkness that he had seen only a handful of times before, but he knew that jealousy very well.
“I am not lying. Do you truly believe that I would stand here and lie to your face? If you think so little of me then-”
“No! No… I don’t. I didn’t mean that, I-…” Hans cut him off once again. ”I think the world of you, Henry.”
“It doesn’t sound like it.” Henry said, clearly upset by Hans’ baseless accusations.
“I just… I care about you. Deeply,” Hans’ voice was quiet, barely a whisper, and the look in his eyes shifted to a combination of guilt and fear. “And I’m terrified of losing you.”
“You’re not going to lose me, Hans. I care about you too. Christ, do you think I’d be here if I didn’t? Don’t you think I would’ve left a long time ago considering all the trouble you’ve dragged me into?” Henry didn’t hold back this time, he was frustrated. He knew that the words might sting a little but they were true nonetheless.
“Forgive me,” Hans replied and Henry was surprised that Hans didn’t try to pin everything that happened to them on him this time. “I don’t know what came over me. I’ve just… I’ve never felt as strongly about anyone as I do for you.”
“Hans,” Henry’s voice softened and he took a few small steps towards Hans. One of his hands reached out to cup Hans’ face, his thumb caressing the man’s cheekbone. “I love you.”
Hans’ almost forgot to breathe. He blinked a few times as if to remind himself that this was real and that he was in fact wide awake. He swallowed with a loud gulp and felt his knees go weak. He’d never heard Henry say that to him before. He wasn’t sure he had ever heard anyone say that to him before. Hans didn’t think he had ever experienced what it was like to actually feel loved until Henry came along. It felt strange to him but also so incredibly liberating in a way. He wrapped his arms around his lover’s neck and leaned in to close the gap between them. Finally they kissed, gentle but powerful. An action louder than any words. Hans finally let out a deep sigh of relief through his nose and he could feel Henry starting to smile faintly against his lips. When they pulled away, Hans could see that Henry must have felt relief too, his expression calm and content. Hans wasn’t sure what he had ever done to deserve this man. The dimly lit room cast a shadow on Henry’s face but his striking dark blue eyes were sparkling. Hans had to remind himself to breathe once again.
“And I love you.” He whispered while Henry’s smile grew even wider.
“I know.” The blacksmith answered while running his thumb over Hans’ bottom lip.
The nobleman snorted at his squire’s sudden cockiness, gave him a little shove and Henry started to chuckle. Oh how Hans loved that sound, it filled his heart and his mind with such pure and undefeated joy. He could listen to it all day. They kissed again. Henry gently licked Hans’ bottom lip, a cue for Hans to open his mouth to invite him in. Their tongues met in a passionate dance, a hunger starting to rapidly build up inside them.
Henry felt how both he and Hans softened in their embrace. He looked forward to telling him how much he loves him as often as possible now that the truth is finally out in the open, spoken in words and not just body language. Henry made a promise to himself that he would make sure Hans really knew just how much he meant to him every day from now on. He would erase every ounce of doubt and uncertainty in his lord’s mind and replace it with love and reassurance until he finally understood.
Henry let go of Hans’ face, his hands moving down to hold his lord’s waist, pushing their hips together. Hans moaned into the kiss and let his fingers tangle up in his man’s hair. Henry started walking him backwards to push him up against the wall. The blacksmith’s rough fingers started fumbling with the buttons of his lover’s pourpoint and, as per usual, cursed it for having so many buttons which caused Hans to laugh quietly. Once he had freed him from the first layer, they reluctantly broke the kiss. Hans lifted his arms so Henry could pull his undershirt off over his head before his attention turned to get his own clothes off. Luckily for them, Henry wasn’t wearing any armour at the moment. They both struggled out of their shoes and hose before the lips crashed together again.
Hans could feel Henry’s hardening cock press against his own through their braies and it felt just as heavenly as it always did. Henry let his mouth graze across Hans’ cheek, his jaw, down to the column of his neck where he gently nipped on the sensitive flushed skin. Hans moaned in delight when he felt his man start to suck on his throat. He knew it would probably leave marks but he didn’t care. Being essentially claimed by Henry in this way was something he could never get enough of. He loved it more than he would probably ever admit, but Henry knew. When Henry took hold of both of his lord’s wrists and pinned them over his head with one hand, Hans felt his cock twitch beneath his underwear, burning with arousal and yearning for Henry.
“God, Hal, I need you,” The nobleman pleaded, feeling as if his legs were about to give in. Henry bit lightly on Hans’ collarbones, earning yet another godless sound from him, before moving back up to meet his gaze.
“Tell me what you want.” Henry replied, his voice was deep and determined, Hans could barely contain himself.
“I want you...” Hans’ voice, on the other hand, was weak and desperate, the warmth between them almost insufferable to him at this point.
“Give me the order.” Henry almost snarled this time and it filled Hans with an excitement that slightly confused him but he didn’t care right now.
“Fuck me, Henry.” He demanded, staring into Henry’s eyes with his own glazed over ones and eyelashes fluttering. “Fuck me.” They paused for only a second before the corners of Henry’s mouth turned upwards in a grin and he quickly stripped them both out of their braies.
He spun Hans around and once again walked him backwards but this time softly guided him down to lay on his back on the floor. Hans spread his legs to let Henry get in between them and one of Henry’s hands grabbed a hold of Hans’ cock, feeling its warmth against his palm. The light from the fireplace, illuminating the blonde strands of messy hair and the glistening sweat on his splayed out body, made Hans look like a magnificent painting and Henry, completely awestruck, had to stop for a minute to take in the sight. Hans’ tremulous breathing, his aching red cock in Henry’s hand, the trail of golden hair running across his chest down to his crotch, the feverish longing expression on his face - it was captivating and too much for Henry to even comprehend. And to think that this was all for him, exclusively for Henry. No matter the inevitable marital duties, this side of Hans was for Henry alone.
“What’s the matter, blacksmith’s boy?” Hans smirked, his eyes half closed, trying his best to keep himself collected with Henry’s fingers curled around his prick.
“Just you, m’Lord. You are… absolutely stunning.” Henry responded and relished in the sound of Hans’ amused giggle as well as the scene in front of him.
Hans whimpered loudly when Henry started stroking him, his thumb gently pressing into the side of the shaft and grazing over the head, pulling the skin up and down in a slow pace. Hans had already started to leak and Henry felt the sticky precum lubricate his hand, making it easier to stroke.
“Fucking hell…” Hans grunted and threw his head back, letting it rest on the soft pelt beneath him.
Henry couldn’t take his eyes off the man even if he tried his hardest. He could only watch as Hans twitched and squirmed in pure pleasure under his touch. Henry wondered how many other men would have given up their entire life to see Lord Capon in this position, helpless and exposed in this perverse yet somewhat angelic way. Because surely he can’t be the only man to take notice of the young lord’s beauty, although he would probably be the only man willing to admit it to his face.
Henry quickly fished up a phial of oil from underneath the bed with his free hand before richly coating his fingers. He let his hand roam over Hans’ inner thigh, his balls and down to his hole before gently pushing one finger into him. Hans’ gasped in response and threw a hand over his mouth to silence himself.
“I wish you wouldn’t do that, my love.“ Henry murmured before slowly moving his finger in and out for a bit then adding another and slightly curling them, remembering just where to brush against to make Hans’ eyes roll back in his head. “I want to hear you.” And with that Hans removed his hand because if Henry wanted to hear him, he sure as hell was going to let him.
“Hal, oh my God.” Hans cried out as Henry added another finger and started to stroke his cock again, matching the pace of his fingers pushing in and out of his lord.
Hans didn’t know how much he could take at this point. Henry hadn’t worked on him for long but that didn’t stop Hans’ climax from building up quicker than he thought possible before. His squire knew exactly what to do to please him. His big hands, rough and calloused from all the years of blacksmithing and swordfighting, had learned every little thing Hans needed to feel good. Every move, every spot, every touch. No wonder he’s a man of many talents when he is able to learn things so quickly and in precise detail. Although Hans wasn’t as picky with Henry as he had been with others - that man could probably make Hans come by just looking at him the right way - but he appreciated that Henry took his time to learn his favorite ways to be pleased. Then again, the whole of Bohemia knew that Henry is the biggest people pleaser there is so it’s hardly a surprise. After working Hans open for a while, Henry lined himself up with his hole and leaned down to kiss him gently.
“Are you ready?” The blacksmith’s voice was lower than usual, if that was even possible, and Hans felt an excited shiver going down his spine.
“Henry, if you don’t fuck me right now, I-” Was all the young lord could get out before Henry pushed into him, not hard enough to harm him but fast enough to make him forget he what he was even saying.
He let out an involuntary loud moan as he felt Henry fill him up. He wasn’t fully in but the sheer girth of him was enough for Hans to desperately start to claw at Henry’s shoulders and upper arms, fingernails digging into his raw skin. Henry carefully pulled out a little before pushing back in a bit harder than before. He repeated the movements a few times, gaining confidence with each thrust. Hans suddenly realized he had forgotten his need for air again and let out a strained deep gasp.
“Breathe.” Henry urged, as if Hans wasn’t already trying to. He then looked to his man who gave him a reassuring nod in return, a sign for Henry to pick up the pace which he did gradually.
The hand who had previously enveloped Hans’ cock wandered down to his upper thigh and then gripped and tightly squeezed one of his butt cheeks which earned him a high-pitched whimper from his lord. It ached a little but Hans loved it. He loved the thought of it leaving bruises on him, yet another physical mark to prove who he belongs to. Hans threw his arms over his head as he let out a delighted moan.
“You’re being so good for me, my love. So good…” Henry reassured Hans between grunts and heaving.
“Hal… show me I’m really yours…” Hans whined desperately and tried his best to meet Henry’s gaze with his half lidded eyes. It was as if that short sentence alone had awoken a beast in Henry, his eyes turned dark and a smirk started to form on his lips. “Show me I’m your only one…” The nobleman begged.
Henry leaned down as far as he could so that their faces were close together. Their eyes stayed locked to each other as Henry started to snap his hips faster and pushed deeper into Hans. Hans’ back arched up off the floor as he felt his lover’s prick so deep inside him, completely filling him up only to pull out and slam back in again continuously. Suddenly he felt a hand grip his jaw, forcing his lips to part. Hans’ eyes widened as he watched Henry slowly let some spit drip down his lower lip and into Hans’ mouth.
“Swallow,” Henry ordered and, without questioning, Hans did as he was told. “Good boy.” Hans moaned and felt his prick starting to pulsate between them, weeping and rigid.
To think that such a perverse and ungodly action would arouse him to this point was beyond his comprehension. Henry grinned down at him, proudly studying the man he had reduced to a whimpering horny mess underneath him, willing to do anything he asked. Hans tried to kiss him but was quickly met by Henry’s teeth biting down on his bottom lip. Hans groaned at the stinging sensation but once again his body had a completely different reaction that he would’ve thought. Henry’s mouth grazed over his chin to his neck again where he started to lick a stripe up it then nibbled on it gently.
“Mine,” Henry mumbled against Hans’ skin. “Such a desperate little slut for me, aren’t you?”
Hans couldn’t even get offended by the vulgarity and the nerve from Henry anymore because it was true. He knew that if anyone of importance were to hear his squire calling him that they would probably have him hung in the town square but Hans didn’t argue. He tried to lift his arms to grab hold of his lover but was quickly apprehended by one of Henry’s hands that, in one prompt move, grabbed his wrists and held them down again, pushing them into the hard wooden boards. Hans could feel Henry’s other hand wrap around his neck, starting to squeeze softly. If it would have been in any other scenario or anyone else doing it, Hans would have felt the slight fear, reminded of that time a rope tightened around his neck before being spared at the last minute. But he trusted Henry, Henry’s hands were allowed anywhere on him. Henry could do anything he wanted to him and Hans would just take it and knowing Hans, being the noble brat that he is, that was a very rare objective for him, just taking it. No one else had that power over him and no one else ever will.
“Tell me what you are.” Henry growled, pushing a bit more on Hans’ neck as he fucked him into the floor.
“I-I’m your… slut.” Hans replied, only a small amount of hesitation but not nearly enough for a man of his status. “Y-yours…-”
Henry pulled out without warning, causing Hans to loudly whimper in disapproval. He swiftly flipped Hans over on his stomach before his lord even had the time to react. One large hand stayed around Hans’ neck while the other moved down to dig his fingers into Hans’ thigh, holding him in place. Hans tried to steady himself but his legs unintentionally slid apart further, scraping his knees on the rough surface under him - which he knew was probably unavoidable at this point but he couldn’t even bother to care about that right now. The ache in his body was tomorrow’s worries. Or at least for later. Henry slammed into him once again, this time no question as to whether Hans was ready for it or not. Hans had to bite his knuckle to avoid releasing the most depraved sound ever heard - he was sure he could feel Henry grinning like a madman behind him because of it.
“Didn’t I say I want to hear you?” Henry said, the deep tone made Hans shiver again, raw and almost felt like a warning about what was to come if he didn’t obey. He picked up the pace again, almost too fast for Hans to keep himself contained.
“He-Henry! Oh my f-…” The young lord groaned, feeling Henry thrust into him so deep his squire’s pelvis slammed against his arse. He clenched around Henry and earned a deep moan from his man which felt like a small victory to him.
“You want it rough, don’t you? Little slut.” Henry’s voice was almost unintelligible to Hans’ ears as he hit his sweet spot over and over again.
“Y-yes, Hal, ah- yes!” Hans’ body was getting weaker and weaker and Henry’s grasp on his thigh was tightening, bruising.
Even if it felt like he’d been fucked so hard they had moved a meter across the room, the fluffy pelt was still beneath him and Hans’ face was pressed against it, which he was thankful for. Otherwise he might not have looked presentable after all of this and he would have had to come up with some stupid excuse for Sir Hanush as to why he looked like he had been assaulted with a piece of timber.
“How could I ever look at anyone else, ah- when I have all of this to myself? My lord… My pretty little slut,” Henry sounded almost crazed, his breathing erratic and his thrusts uncontrollable. “My Hans…”
Hans pushed back against the bucks of Henry’s hips and felt himself getting closer and closer to release with each movement. His fingernails clawed at the floor, his body trembled and he felt hazy. Henry’s movements, despite slowly losing himself, were calculated and strategic, knowing just how to drive Hans into madness. Depraved sounds thoughtlessly left his lord’s throat, sounds that weren’t meant to ever be heard by anyone except for Henry and he drank them in like the sweetest of wine, hoping to engrave them into his memory for as long as it would let him.
“I love you… Ah fuck- I love you so much,” Henry muttered mindlessly and Hans barely had the energy to say the words back to him but did anyway.
“I-I love y-you… l-love you…” Hans responded, weak and so close.
Not long after, Hans’ body finally gave in and he came hard, spilling over the floor. Henry took a hold of his leaking cock and the sensation made Hans’ vision blur. He stroked him slowly and methodically, squeezing out every bit of cum he could from his lover’s prick until his hand was slick with it. The next thing Hans felt was Henry pushing his fingers between his lips, forcing him to taste himself. Hans moaned as he licked his own seed off of his squire’s hand, the salty taste lingering on his tongue.
“Good whore… S-so good…Christ-!” Henry stuttered before finally coming, filling Hans’ up until he felt the warmth of it running down the back of his thighs. If Hans could come a second time, he would have at that moment.
Henry gave a few more small compulsory thrusts before pulling out and collapsing beside his lover, heaving desperately for air and soaked in sweat. Hans’ legs sank to the floor, he laid flat on his stomach with one arm under his head that was turned to Henry. Henry glanced over at Hans, proud of what he had managed to turn him into - a completely drained but entirely satisfied man, seed dripping down his backside and bruises over his body. Henry turned to lay on his side and reached out to caress Hans’ damp hair, tangling his fingers up in it. Hans gave him a tired half smile which warmed Henry’s heart.
“So… Have I managed to convince you, m’Lord?” Henry chuckled while he reached for a wash cloth that was lying nearby and tried his best to wipe them both down.
“What?” Hans replied, still trying to collect himself and come back to his body.
“That you’re the only one.” The blacksmith spoke softly, gazing into his lord’s eyes with apparent admiration and genuineness.
“Aye,” Hans mumbled, defeated, and slowly moved to lay on his side and swept one arm around Henry’s waist, pushing him as close as possible. “I must admit you did.”
“Then that’s settled. Don’t ever speak such nonsense again. Don’t even think about it.” Henry pressed a few gentle kisses on Hans’ forehead and Hans rolled his eyes. He then sat himself up and Hans tried his best to do the same but failed.
“I think we have another more urgent matter to worry about right now,” Hans said as he felt his body reminding him that he is in fact very sore. “I’m going to walk like a drunken fool for days because of you.”
“You can’t tell me you didn’t ask for it, Hans.” Henry stood up, resisting the urge to teasingly call him a ‘slut’ again, then smirked and received nothing more than a snort in response because he was right after all.
“Well, you’ll have to help me up, you barbarian!”
“Aye. Right away, sir.” Henry replied half jokingly and with those words, he picked Hans up off the floor and carried him across the room while the nobleman grunted and whined in his ear.
Henry carefully put him down on the bed before climbing in beside him. Hans sighed peacefully as Henry wrapped his arms around his waist and buried his face into the curve between Hans’ neck and shoulder. Hans was laying on his back with one arm over his head and the other gently caressing Henry’s hair as he left small kisses along Hans’ collarbone. The moonlight beamed over them through the window, they could hear the sound of wind distantly wailing. Henry thought about how the bright glow made Hans’ fair skin look like fine silk even when it was scattered with old scars and new bruises. He studied the freckles on his lover’s chest and the hair along his torso again, he traced it with his fingertips ever so lightly which caused Hans to shiver.
“How could you ever think I would want someone else,” Henry whispered. “No one can compare. No one even comes close.” Hans glanced at him, the same soft tired smile from before appeared again before he leaned in and kissed him.
When they pulled away, Henry gave Hans a slight mischievous smirk and giggled. Hans narrowed his eyes, unsure of what stupidity was about to come.
“La tua bellezza mi abbaglia.” Henry said before they both burst out in laughter.
“That, my dear Hal, I’ll never forget for as long as I live. I thought you had gone completely mad.” Hans chuckled and tried to catch his breath.
“I learned that just for you.”
“You do know I actually understood what you said back then, right?”
“You did?”
“I’m a nobleman, Henry. I’m obligated to know at least some Italian.”
“I should have known…” Henry wrinkled his nose and rolled his eyes at his own obliviousness.
“Aye, you should have. I’m afraid sometimes you’re not the brightest man I know but what can I expect from a- Ouch!” Henry once again pinched his arse hard and Hans cursed him under his breath.
“Careful. Next time I’ll bite.” The blacksmith warned and tried to hold in his laughter.
“You bloody brute…”