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Dry Devil was lying in a bed, with pillows put under his back and knees to relieve pressure to the fresh wound on his backside. Voices and steps were heard through the door from the ground floor of Devil’s Den.
„This one was close.“
„I know.“
Žižka grabbed a cup and poured himself wine from a barrel by the door. The room smelled of schnapps and chamomile healing ointments.
„Pour me one too. My throat is getting dry,“ Hynek said whilst rubbing his neck with a palm. There could’ve been a tight noose around that neck, Žižka thought, grabbing a cup and filled it to the brim, then taking a moment to look at Dry Devil.
„Why are you fucking looking at me like that?“
„Like what?“ Žižka smiled, handing over one of the cups.
„Like we are about to have the same talk we have every once in a while, when all goes to shit. About how things could be different if we didn’t do what we do.“ The Devil shifted uncomfortably on the bed, and when settled, took a sip of the wine. „Tastes like piss,“ he noted with a grimace.
Žižka stood silently by the bed. That was indeed the talk he wanted to have with him. There was nobody else he could have such a talk with. His men could only ever see the side of him that was certain and confident. Dry Devil watched the other man with furrowed brows.
„Come on now, Jan. Don’t tell me you haven’t gotten used to seeing me almost kick the bucket. You still worried about the good old Dry Devil?“
„I’m way too old to spend precious time and strength convincing myself that I’m not worried about you,“ he said, sighed deeply and sat down on the bed feeling tired and drained. He lost his two wives, and as radically different as Hynek was from both, Jan was certain the pain wouldn’t be any lesser.
„You growing soft, eh?“ The Devil grinned.
„Would you prefer it if I grew hard?“ Žižka said with a smirk although it was apparent the Devil’s efforts to lighten the mood didn’t work on him.
„It took me damn ages to place all of these fucking pillows and sit my arse down, so you can get as hard as you’d like, but I’m staying right here,“ Devil said with a smirk, trying again to pull Jan out of melancholy. I wish we could stay right here forever, Žižka thought, staring into the half-empty cup.
A loud bang was heard from downstairs, followed by loud unconstrained laughter and what sounded like scolding from one of the alehouse maids. Both men listened for a second, trying to figure out whether the situation required their attention. When everything seemed to settle down and only appropriate amount of noise could be heard, Žižka turned and caught the other man intently observing him. “Come here,” Devil said with his version of soft voice, which was still as rough as a wood saw and with a painful groan began lifting himself to move closer to the wall. "Don’t fucking move, you oaf,” Žižka snarled and pushed the other man back down with a firm hand on his knee. Hynek didn’t protest, instead drinking the rest of the wine in one go. Žižka took the empty cup and carried it to a table by the door in no apparent hurry, then locked the door with a quiet click. The sound stirred something in him, feelings and thoughts reserved for moments behind locked doors. “Not only was I really worried about you I also missed you. I guess I’m becoming an old sappy fool.”
Jan turned around, and for a split second he caught Dry Devil’s eyes on his ass. Some things never change.
“And what did the old sappy fool miss? My beauty? My kindness? My cock?” Hynek said mockingly but there was no real edge to it.
“Good guess.” Jan said quietly with a smirk, leaning his back against the door. “The way it throbs when you’re about to cum. The way your hips jerk up when I lick the tip.” Dry Devil was staring. In Žižka’s eyes for a second, then on Žižka’s lips, then in his eyes again.
“Get over here.”
“No.” The room was silent for a few seconds.
“No?”
“No.”
“Didn’t you just say you missed me?”
“First you will show me that you missed me too,” Žižka said slowly and firmly. The men stared into each other’s eyes, both perfectly neutral in their expression, like two predators sizing up one another to figure out whether to snarl, attack or flee.
“I can’t get off of the fucking bed, you idiot,” Hynek gritted through his teeth after a while. Snarling it is, Žižka thought but ignored the insult.
“I didn’t tell you to. Take off your tunic and push down your hose so I can see your cock,” Jan ordered, knowing that both commanding and catching people off guard were his strong suits. He had known the other man for a long time, and had a fair share of confidence in how far he can push him. And he wanted to push that idiot far for almost getting killed again.
Dry Devil was thinking so hard Žižka could’ve sworn the room got warmer from the effort. After what felt like an eternity of staring intimidatingly and thinking, his calloused hands grabbed the hem of his tunic. Žižka smiled and went to pour himself another cup of wine. When he turned around, Devil was bare-chested. Hynek’s arms were strong, pale with a few freckles and a couple bruises, his wrists had red marks where his arms were tied together by his capturers. Chest muscular and scarred, just as Žižka remembered, with a few fresh scars Hynek got since they last met. Žižka wanted to lick every single one of them but for now he quenched his thirst with wine.
“Did you not hear the second part? About your cock?”
“You can’t be serious. You want my cock? Come to this fucking bed and shove it in down your throat if you think you can handle it.” Hynek would probably scream the last part were it not for the company not very far from them at all. But as it was, trapped in their room which offered only limited privacy, he just blurted the challenge out. Jan remained calm, taking in the picture of his dishevelled frustrated lover that filled him with affection.
“Oh, but you know very well I can handle it. The question is: Would you like that?” Žižka asked, staying leaned against the door. “Do you want me to suck you off? To choke on your cock, to swallow every single drop of the seed I’d make you spill in my mouth?” Žižka said quietly and matter-of-factly, whilst tracing the edge of his cup with a finger, looking into Hynek’s eyes above which his eyebrows finally raised in surprise.
“The filth you say whilst looking at me like a statue of a saint,” Hynek shook his head. “I did miss that.”
“Then let me see how much,” Žižka whispered, his voice barely audible from where Hynek was lying but still radiating confidence and authority.
Hynek scoffed but after little more hesitation, he grabbed the front of his hose and braies and pulled them as low as he could without having to lift himself up. Sat between two pillows with his thighs higher then pelvis, he could hide his arousal. Now uncovered, Jan could see just how hard Hynek was, which made his own crotch feel warm as blood was rushing in.
Žižka slowly put down the once again empty cup as Hynek observed him silently. The commander took off his gambeson that would surely get in the way of what he was about to do.
“You’ll have to be quiet, the lot downstairs isn’t drunk enough to not notice us,” Žižka commented as he approached the bed.
“With how long you’re taking, they will be sloshed and under the tables by the moment you put your hands on me.”
“Not just hands.”
Žižka’s strong calloused hands spread Hynek’s legs as he laid down on a pillow in between them. The Devil, perhaps thinking, perhaps quietly reeling, was watching his lover intently, showing restraint which Jan didn’t expect considering the provocation that took place just a moment ago. Breaking intense eye contact, Jan looked down on Hynek’s neglected erection and gave the tip of his cock a teasing lick. Hynek, who had been still and wordless for a little while, grabbed his chin and pulled it back up to look into the other man’s eyes.
“Even more.”
“Even more what?” Jan furrowed his brows in confusion.
“Missed you even more, you horny son of a bitch.” Calloused thumb traced his jawline with unexpected gentleness.
Even more.
Looking up into his lover’s eyes, Jan took both of Hynek’s hands, placing them firmly on his head. No word was needed, no other gesture. The Devil grinned in a way fitting one holding such epithet, then grabbed the other man’s hair, pulling down and forcefully thrusting his cock into his throat. Jan put all his effort into relaxing and breathing through his nose but the sudden intrusion made him gag nonetheless. Hynek loosened his grip and let him pull away, but after a short breath Jan eagerly put his mouth to work again, supporting himself in the position by holding on to Dry Devils thighs. Hynek didn’t hesitate and set a punishing speed, pushing and pulling Jan’s head up and down.
The room was filled with heavy breathing and wet sounds, smell of chamomile now gone, replaced by arousal and sweat. Jan was hard, so hard it would cause him discomfort, trapped in hose and braies, but he didn’t notice in the heat of the moment, his senses completely enveloped by Hynek. Greedy self-indulgent old bastard was the only sentence that somehow wormed its way into his mind and filled it with affection.
Mouth open and filled with cock, back of throat getting hit repeatedly, Jan still managed to move his tongue from side to side, earning a louder moan from Hynek. The merciless movements were becoming sloppy and irregular in a familiar way, thighs tense, fingers digging into Jan’s scalp, as he moved his palms to hold Hynek’s hips, grabbing them with bruising strength.
For a moment the room went silent and Hynek’s entire body tensed as Jan’s mouth was getting filled with seed, wave after wave, in what seemed like a never-ending orgasm, his lover’s fingers dug into his skin painfully, loud moan escaping his mouth. Christ I hope they didn’t hear that. As Hynek’s while body went limp, Jan swallowed. It wasn’t a pleasant taste, certainly not in the beginning when they first became lovers many years ago, but it was an acquired one and Jan grew to love it just like he grew to love Hynek.
Jan laid his head down on the other man’s thigh, finally being able to take a proper breath and for a moment they just laid there, both lightheaded. With the whole evening ahead of them, there was no need to hurry. Jan’s erection wasn’t going anywhere, of which he became painfully aware the second he glanced up on Hynek. The sight of his bare-chested lover, eyes closed, blissful expression on his face, made Jan’s hose feel even tighter.
“You know that I could go to the baths and get sucked off without getting bossed around?” Hynek complained with amusement in his voice when he finally opened his eyes.
Jan laughed. “I doubt they would put this much effort in for you, you old fuck.”
“Oh, but it’s not like you don’t expect anything in return, is it?” Hynek smiled, pushing away a strand of hair that sweat stuck to Jan’s forehead.
“Only your unwavering loyalty for the rest of our days.” Hynek was massaging Jan’s scalp on the same spot he was scratching and pulling hair out of just a moment ago.
“Hm. You had that already before you got throatfucked.”
“Just the oil from under the mattress then,” Jan grinned.