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Hans found himself spending a lot of time just watching Henry work these days. The forge looked pretty good and Hans was surprised with how well Henry had furnished and renovated it. Hans wasn’t used to doing any harsh labour but he tried his best to be of any use. He could probably do more to help but part of him, that is the part that liked to remind him that he is in fact a nobleman, still felt a certain reluctance when it came to hard work. That’s why he mostly kept out of the way and asked once in a while if there was anything he could do. He worried a bit that Henry didn’t bother to ask him for help because of his past attitude but Hans was hoping that his lover knew that he had truly changed.
Whenever Hans watched Henry in the smithy, he felt his heart flutter and he couldn’t deny the fact that it did turn him on a bit. Well, more than ‘a bit’... It wasn’t easy to take his eyes off the man. Seeing the sweat dripping down Henry’s face and chest, listening to the grunting sounds he makes, the concentration evident in his facial expression, his strong arms hammering away at whatever tool he was forging, the way the ties of his apron accentuates his waist. Some days Hans just had to avoid looking at Henry unless he wanted to walk around being a horny menace for the rest of the day. It’s not like Henry could simply stop what he was doing and “tend” to his lord. At least not all the time. Another thing Hans found quite amusing was when people called Henry Master. He was the Master of the old Kuttenberg Forge now after all, although at the end of the day Henry will always be Hans’ beloved ‘blacksmith’s boy’. He enjoyed referring to Henry as Master mostly to tease him but also because he’s curious to see his man’s reaction. Henry’s reaction was always amusing to observe. Either he started blushing bright red and tried to laugh it off or he froze for a moment and tried to compose himself best he could. Hans found it adorable either way.
Today was one of those days when it was harder for Hans to keep his hands to himself and try to not completely devour Henry with his gaze. But, good God, he looked delicious. Luckily the work was almost complete for the day. Hans knew they had to be more careful during the day because of the others working at the forge but it felt almost painfully difficult to keep distance from Henry. The hours passed by frustratingly slowly but it was finally evening, he had started to become desperate at this point. And, as if Hans wasn’t already hopelessly aroused by him when the man’s fully dressed, for some reason Henry thought it was a good idea to not wear a shirt underneath his apron. The weather was indeed hot and the sun wasn’t the least bit forgiving but Hans felt like he did it just to punish him. Because surely Henry would be able to tell when Hans is in this state by now.
Hans studied every little movement of muscle on the blacksmith’s back and shoulders intensely. His gaze, full of hunger, wandered up Henry’s spine, noticing the scars on his sunkissed skin, before stopping for a moment to view his broad shoulders. Hans thought about how much he wanted to leave his bitemarks all over that perfectly sculpted back. He felt himself mindlessly starting to walk forward towards Henry by the anvil. When he stood behind his lover, he slowly slipped his hands under his apron and Henry jolted in surprise. Hans left kisses along Henry’s neck and upper back and was delighted when he felt the man shiver under his touch.
“Hans…” Henry mumbled and stopped dead in his tracks, clearly distracted from continuing whatever he was doing. A muffled moan escaped Henry’s mouth as the young lord let one of his hands slide up to gently grip a pectoral muscle. “What is it you want now?”
“You.” Hans replied whilst slowly pressing his body against Henry’s. “I’ve been waiting for far too long now.”
“I can’t just abandon my work, you know.” Henry snorted in response and he felt Hans’ hardening cock press up against him.
“Of course, you can’t. Which is why I’ve been waiting so patiently for you to finish,” Hans said and started softly playing with one of Henry’s nipples. “So you can finally fuck me…” He whispered in his man’s ear and smirked.
“You’re unbelievable, d’you know that?” Henry answered and shook his head, trying his best to fight the urge to give in.
“I can’t help it when you look the way you do. There’s something special about watching you work so hard,” Hans paused to lightly nibble on Henry’s ear. “… makes me feel all sorts of things…” He murmured against the blacksmith’s skin.
“Mhm. Like what?”
“Don’t pretend you don’t know… Master.” Hans purred and let out a pleased chuckle but, oh, if he only knew what sort of beast he had awoken in Henry by uttering that last word.
Without saying anything, Henry spun around and Hans was startled by how fast the tables seemed to have turned. Henry grabbed him by the front of his hood and pulled him towards the stairs without saying a single word. When they reached the upper floor he shoved Hans into their room and locked the door behind them before smashing his lips against Hans’. Everything happened so fast that Hans had no time to stop and think. Henry pushed him up against the wall, pressing their bodies together. Their kiss was sloppy and hungry, tongues ramming against each other and fighting for dominance. Hans felt Henry’s cock against his own and his eyes rolled back in his head at the intensity of the sensation. He let out a loud moan against Henry’s mouth. Hans had been walking around half hard the entire day and at long last he got what he wanted. Henry broke the kiss and started undressing his lover, Hans wasn’t sure he’d ever been able to undress him this quickly before. And all of a sudden, he was completely naked.
“Christ, Hal. And I thought I was desperate.” Hans giggled and tried to catch his breath.
“Oh ‘Hal’ is it now? Whatever happened to ‘Master’?" Henry replied, a certain snarkyness in his voice.
“Ah I see, that’s what turned my sweet boy into such an animal. Alright then, tell me what you want me to do, Master?”
“Take these off.” Henry put his gloved hands out in front of Hans’ face. “With your teeth.” He let one of his fingers graze over Hans’ bottom lip.
Hans did as he was told, bit the tip of the middle finger of one of the gloves and slowly slid it off over Henry’s knuckles before doing the same to the other. Henry took his apron off and tossed it to the floor along with the gloves.
“Good,” Henry said, then he pushed down his lord’s shoulders so that he fell to his knees and Hans never once broke eye contact. “Go on.” He continued and Hans took the laces of his man’s hose, one by one, between his teeth and loosened them until they fell to the floor. He then started to leave kisses along Henry’s inner thigh and his cock through his braies. Henry held back a groan as he felt Hans’ warm breath against his skin but did his best to quickly gain back control again.
“On your back.” He said and pointed to the bed.
“And if I refuse?” Hans teased and pulled Henry’s braies down a little just so he could kiss the tip of his prick, relishing in the noises that came out of his lover as he did.
“Y-you won’t.” Henry said through gritted teeth and Hans was almost shocked by Henry’s determination and authority.
“But I want to take you in my mouth so badly, Master.” Hans took the head in his mouth, sucked on it gently and felt how it sent shivers through his man’s body.
He licked the slit gently, his gaze still fixated on Henry, watching the poor man try his best to not fall apart and bend to his lord’s will. One of Hans’ hands slid up Henry’s leg higher until he was right at his groin, he then clutched his balls and kneaded them ever so softly. Oh God, the sounds, he loved listening to Henry’s unstoppable moans, full of eager lust and yearning for him. Hans could never get enough of moments like this, of pleasing his lover, making him weak and to have the unmistakable taste of him on his tongue. The taste of Henry was intoxicating to him.
“Bed. Now.” Henry’s voice went deeper than normal and Hans was once again taken aback, even though he was quick to question following other people’s orders he almost immediately did what Henry had told him to.
He let go of Henry as slowly as he could before getting up off the floor. Hans didn’t know if this whole thing was a good or a bad idea yet but he was curious to see how far Henry was going to take it. He had to admit he liked this side of him, it’s always fun to find new ways to turn Henry on. He walked towards the bed, almost painfully slowly, and grinned back at the blacksmith. Henry let his braies fall to the floor before following closely. As soon as Hans laid down, Henry was quick to climb in between his legs, threw them over his shoulders and swiftly tugged him closer, angling him just right for what he had in mind. Hans wasn’t used to Henry being this greedy or this rough with him but he couldn’t say he didn’t enjoy it. He looked down at the man in front of him, hovering above his prick. Henry started to kiss around it, his lips gliding along Hans’ pelvic bone and lower stomach. Hans tried desperately to fight back a moan and Henry grunted disapprovingly in response.
“Don’t do that,” Henry said sternly while glaring at him and Hans felt as if those blue eyes were staring directly into his soul. “Don’t hold back. I want to hear you.” The blacksmith mumbled softly this time before licking a stripe up Hans’ inner thigh.
“F-fuck!” The young lord gasped and gripped the sheets beneath him tightly when Henry’s mouth found its way to his arse.
He threw his head back as he felt the velvety texture of his lover’s tongue swirling around his hole before kissing it gently. Hans wasn’t sure he was ever going to get used to this sensation. His body was trembling, filled with ecstasy and weak to Henry’s touch. The grip on his thighs tightened and Henry’s tongue delved further, causing Hans to let out possibly the most deprived noise he’s ever made. He could feel Henry smiling against him and humming in delight, the tender vibrations of it sending a wave of satisfaction up Hans’ entire body. Oh, the mess of a man that Henry had once again managed to turn him into. Hans wondered how it always came to this. Hans’ cock twitched against his stomach and had started leaking already. The more Henry worked on him with his magic tongue, the closer and closer Hans’was to tipping over right this instant and far too early. He glanced down at Henry, his eyes hazy with lust.
“Henry, oh God, I can’t-”
“Master,” Henry reminded him, muffled against Hans’ most sensitive area.
“Master… It’s too much-” Hans was cut off by Henry who stopped to look up at him.
“Giving up already? We have only just begun…” Henry’s voice seemed to go even deeper than usual and Hans’ eyes widened in surprise as he watched Henry run the tip of his tongue and bottom lip up the underside of his cock, really taking his time to go from the base to the tip as painstakingly slowly as he possibly could.
“Fucking Christ Almighty-” Hans whined loudly much to Henry’s contentment.
Henry took his lord’s prick into his mouth bit by bit, making sure to savor every little ungodly sound that escaped his mouth as he did so. He adored every little whimper and every loud groan he could get out of his man and, hell, he might even be able to come just by listening to Hans at this point. Henry carefully bobbed his head up and down, finding the perfect pace to keep Hans’ where he wanted him. He hollowed his cheeks and just gently sucked, meticulously calculated to keep Hans agonizingly close to climax yet not quite there.
“Please, Master, I need- mmh!” Hans struggled to even get words out of his mouth, not that he really knew what he was even trying to say either.
Henry’s lips around his cock, tongue dragging along his shaft, grazing it with his teeth just gently enough for it to still be quite pleasant and watching him do it all of that… It was incredibly captivating. As embarrassing as it was, he had to admit that this was far from the first time Henry had made him this close for such a short amount of time. Henry knew exactly how to get him to this point without drawing him completely over the edge. Hans loved it and hated it at the same time. But he simply could not finish just yet, he was supposed to be serving his master and he has barely had the chance to do that. But letting Henry use him however he wanted was one of Hans’ favorite forms of pleasure mostly because he knew how much they both equally loved it.
When Henry let go of Hans, much to Hans’ dismay as well as relief, he picked up one of Hans’ belts off the floor. Hans looked on in both confusion and excitement.
“Hands.” Henry ordered and Hans extended his arms out before letting himself get restrained by Henry who put the belt snugly around his wrists. “On your stomach.”
Christ, he really took this whole thing to heart, the lord thought to himself.
Hans turned over, put his weight on his elbows and steadied himself on his knees, his stomach flat across the bed and arse up. Henry picked up a jar of oil from the nightstand, conveniently placed there for times like this, and coated his fingers in a thick layer. The lord instinctively spread his legs apart further before Henry pushed a finger into him, slowly moving it back and forth before adding another. As much as Hans enjoyed all of it so far he could not wait for Henry to fuck him, to finally give his master what he needs, to serve him. Henry worked Hans open as carefully as always, the precise movements and the curling of his fingers came naturally these days. Hans moaned loudly in delight as he felt his squire continuously nudge at his sweet spot.
“Master…” He groaned, relished in the sound of Henry trying to hold in a whimper from behind him.
Henry lined himself up with his lover’s hole but stayed still for a moment and Hans’ desperately whined at the sudden stop. He then teasingly rubbed his cock against Hans’ hole, thrusting between his cheeks as he gripped his thighs hard. The cries that Hans’ did for him almost put Henry in a trance, precum started to dribble down his cock and he tried so hard to keep himself composed.
“Please, Master… please.” Hans' eyes started to tear up from equal parts arousal and dismay as he begged for Henry. “I need your cock inside me... Please…”
“Please, what?” Henry replied whilst slowly pushing into Hans with just the tip before he pulled it out and did the same a second time.
“Please, Master!” Hans pleaded again with a high pitched whimper and not long after Henry slammed into him so quickly he started to see stars.
Henry’s thrusts weren’t as meticulous as they used to be, this time they were rough and fast and Hans’ had to bite his own arm to keep from screaming both from the immense pleasure and the burning sensation. The faster the snap of Henry’s hips the more Hans’ back arched up from the bed and he could feel his lover’s fingers digging into his skin, one hand on his waist and the other on one of his thighs still. All of the air left the young lord’s lungs in one huge gasp as Henry’s cock rubbed against that sensitive spot inside him. He barely had the time to catch his breath before he felt it again and again and his entire body started to visibly tremble. His own cock was bouncing against his lower stomach with wet slaps, red and leaking profusely. He listened on in pure bliss as Henry’s grunts got louder. Suddenly he pulled out and Hans wanted to scream again.
“Up.” Henry ordered as he shifted places with Hans, resting his back against the pillows and headboard.
Hans mind was so clouded with lust that he didn’t even feel the staleness in his body as he tried his best to move with no free hands. He then sat on his knees in front of Henry and looked at him with eyes pleading with him to get back inside him. Henry motioned for him to turn around before giving his next command.
“Sit.” He said and guided Hans into position. Hans’ carefully lowered himself down, Henry’s cock filling him up so nicely again, taking as much of him as possible. “Good boy.” The perverse praise made Hans blush but he loved it.
He felt one of the blacksmith’s rough hands hook underneath his knee, and the other sliding across his torso to play with one of his nipples. Hans started to carefully bounce on his lover’s cock and Henry, with his grip around Hans’ leg, held onto him to lift him up and down. As soon as they picked up the pace, the lord started to moan uncontrollably.
“Oh, Master!” Hans moaned when Henry started to kiss the nape of his neck, sucking on it far less softly than usual, and at the same time pinching and rubbing his nipple. “My body b-belongs to you, Master. It’s made to serve you a-alone. Leave your mark. Use me as you please until y-you’re satisfied. Ah, Henry my Master…” He mindlessly rambled.
Henry’s mind was in a state of haze and glee combined. Hans was so warm and tight around his cock, riding him so nicely, his desperate pleas for him grew higher and higher. This was probably one of the greatest ideas Hans had ever accidentally come up with, the blacksmith thought. The air was filled with the sounds of skin slapping, deep grunts and moans far too loud to go unnoticed for any poor sod who happened to walk by the forge. None of them cared. Understandably, there was little room to care as they were quite preoccupied with chasing mutual release. Hans felt the ache as Henry’s fingers dug into his flesh, he knew it would bruise and he wanted it to. Hans pushed himself down on Henry’s cock, burying him as deep inside as possible and clenched around him, staying like that for a while just to keep Henry there. As if to try to leave some sort of imprint of Henry inside him forever. Henry growled into Hans’ ear and despite being overwhelmed with pleasure almost to the point of exhaustion, Hans grinned widely and let out a chuckle mixed with whimpers before going back to riding him again.
“Hans, oh my God-” Henry stuttered before biting down on his lord’s shoulder and Hans gasped in response.
The sudden sting of the bite, Henry’s bruising touch, the burning sensation of leather around his wrists mixed with the feeling of bouncing on Henry’s prick was really starting to make Hans lose the little control he had over himself at this point. He had really started to like the combination of pain and pleasure, especially with his beloved squire being the one inflicting both on him. He knew he was going to look like a disaster after this but he just couldn’t be bothered by it. He didn’t care if he was left with red lines around his wrists and teeth marks across his neck for the rest of his life, it was worth it despite the possible consequences. The hand that was previously on the young lord’s thigh now ran up across his torso before the calloused fingers gingerly found their way around Hans’ throat, without squeezing it, simply holding. The other hand left Hans’ nipple to instead envelope his cock. Hans was panting intensely and he tried his best to steady his shaky body as Henry started to stroke him, matching the pace of the thrusts.
“Master!” Hans gasped, his voice was almost hoarse now. “You’re so good to me, Master… S-so good…” He stuttered.
“Hans… Don’t-” Henry whined, Hans could hear in his man’s voice that he was very close and he just knew that his noises were what drew Henry closer.
“You’re s-so good… fucking me so good…” Hans moaned while he turned his head a bit to look at Henry, his eyes burning with desire and eagerness to drive Henry over the edge. “My Master… My Henry… You make me feel s-so… so good.” Hans started to grin again when he felt Henry’s movements suddenly become more rushed and careless, mindlessly bucking his hips as Hans rode him faster.
“Don’t stop… Hans, fuck, don’t stop.” Henry mumbled almost incoherently and Hans wanted nothing more than to keep going.
“Henry, you fuck me so good… N-no one else could ever-…” Hans felt his own climax grow closer with each bounce, his cock weeping over Henry’s fingers as he jerked him heedlessly, and he struggled to form sentences. “I love when you use me… f-fuck me like I’m nothing more than a common whore… l-love when you fuck me so hard I c-can’t walk afterwards…”
“Ah- that's it!” The blacksmith replied and his grip on Hans’ cock got firmer.
“Yes, yes!” Hans had no time to think before words left his mouth, his prick twitched as Henry squeezed it, pulling the skin up and down in sloppy motions, his thumb rubbing over the swollen head. “I love y-your cock inside me, Master… love w-when you make it hurt… Fuck, it hurts so good… I’m your whore, Master. Please come inside me, use me... I need it.” Hans came hard, spilling all over his stomach and Henry’s hand, his seed wet and sticky against his skin.
“M-my whore… My-... Ah!” With a few final hard snaps of his hips Henry came too, inside Hans as promised.
Hans felt the familiar warmth of Henry’s spend filling him up until it ran down the back of his thighs and dripped onto Henry’s lap. They stayed stuck together for a while, Henry did his best to keep himself steady and at the same time hold Hans limp body up. They panted in tandem as they tried to catch their breaths, Henry pressed soft kisses against Hans’ back. When the lord finally mustered up the strength to move, he flopped down on his side next to Henry with a thud, tired but euphoric. Henry’s body slid down lower until his head finally rested on the soft pillows and Hans snuggled up to him, resting his head on Henry’s chest. Hans lazily traced circles on his man’s hairy torso and Henry smiled, content.
“To think that calling you Master would turn you into such a horny devil…” Hans giggled. “Now I know how to get your attention.”
“You still can’t interrupt me when I’m working, you know.” Henry rolled his eyes and smiled as he started to run his fingers through his lord’s hair.
“Aw, are you sure, Master?” Hans said teasingly and was met with a gentle tug of his hair.
“Yes, I’m sure. And if you do, there will be consequences.”
“Ooh, are you trying to threaten me or arouse me, my love?” Hans chuckled and leaned in to give Henry a kiss.
“Both.” Henry replied with a smirk against Hans' lips. “Now let’s get this mess cleaned up.”
“Yes, Master.”