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"Have you seen one of my garters, Henry?" Hans was rummaging in one of the chests inside the Ruthard Palace tower when Henry came in to visit.
"Other than on your long, handsome legs, milord?" Henry said teasingly. Hans was pleasantly taken aback by the compliment.
"Pff! Come on, really. Thank you, though... I wonder if someone stole it?" Hans mumbled, looking behind the chest now. Henry walked over to Hans' bed and lifted the musty mattress.
"Good lord, this bed is pathetic.." he muttered.
"I told you!"
"I thought you were just bitching." Henry said, shrugging. Hans shot him a withering glare. Henry dropped the mattress and held both hands up.
"I'm fucking with you, Hans!" He said immediately, and Hans snorted in chagrin. "I'm sorry you're cooped up in here." He lowered his voice in case anyone was near. "You could always.. Come sleep with me. In the bedroom downstairs, I mean. We don't have to do anything."
Hans barked out a short laugh. "In my opinion, we do have to do something. If- if you'd like."
They both still felt happy but nervous about what had happened the other night. They stared at each other, both silently remembering what had happened. It felt odd to just bring up. Hans looked away first. They returned to searching; Hans busied himself looking at the table opposite his bed.
Henry crouched down and looked under the bed. He thought he could see something down there at the far side and stretched his arm under.
"Ha! Got you!" He cried, snatching the object and pulling it up into the light.
It was indeed one of Hans' delicate gold and red garters, thin stitched leather with a pretty golden buckle. He handed it up to Hans, still crouched. Hans beamed from ear to ear.
"Nicely done, Henry! You have a nose for this sort of thing."
"I always found the loose nails in the forge." He said as way of an explanation. "So, what's my finders fee?"
Hans thought for a moment, then a scheming expression flitted across his face. Henry knew what that meant, and his heart started beating faster.
"You're my loyal hound, aren't you? Eager to please, and... a good hound," Hans paused, leaning down and carefully buckling the garter around Henry's neck, "needs a collar."
The garter dug into his neck, making him hyper-aware of his racing heartbeat. He stayed crouched, staring up at Hans, and resisting the urge to whine with a sudden need. Hans couldn't break eye contact, breathing heavily and staring in turns at Henry's neck and mouth. "How am I always surprised at how lovely you can be?" Hans said, barely above a whisper. Henry shuffled closer to Hans, embracing his long legs. He felt drunk, the garter a heavy chain, Hans' fine hose soft and supple. He just stayed like that, and Hans reached down to ruffle his hair. Henry made a rumbly noise of contentment.
"I'd like to stay like this.." he said serenely. "But we should go to my chambers if, um, we want any privacy." He and Hans both reluctantly snapped out of their shared reverie.
Checking if the coast was clear, Henry went out the door and down the stairs first, dragging open the large door to the basement. Hans was about to come out too when the Dry Devil came out of the door to the main hall. He looked down at Henry.
"Y'drinkin 'gain down there, Henry?" He called. "If you'n Capon spend all yer time there ya should bring a damned Farkle board wi' ye next time." He turned to the tower door and realized Hans was standing there. He grinned madly. "Sir Porkstein! Yer runnin' along wi' yer boy, yeah? Don't let the devil stop ya! Y'haven't yet!" He cackled, and Hans was weighing whether to punch him or not when the Devil stopped laughing, listening to Kubyenka holler something from behind him.
"Wife's calling, Hynek." Hans said icily. They both stared at each other tensely until the Devil gave one last loud "Haw!" and ambled back inside. Hans hurried past the door and down to Henry.
"That fucker!" He exclaimed. "Do you think- fuck, did Godwin get drunk and tell someone?" He wrung his hands nervously.
Henry shrugged. "From what he told me, the Devil's Pack has no room to judge anyways."
Hans couldn't help but muse. "Huh. I wonder who...? Adder, if he got horny enough? I'd fuck him, I s'pose." Henry gave him a pointed look.
"What? Hypothetically! Wouldn’t you?"
Henry rolled his eyes and went in to his room, with Hans following.
"If they knew and had a problem I reckon we'd be treated much worse, honestly." Henry opined, sitting on his bed. Hans scoffed.
"Easy for you to say! You're good ol' Henry Do-No-Wrong," he punctuated by swinging his arms, "and I'm Lord Imbecile." He threw his hands up and sat down on the bed.
Henry shook his head. "You're not thinking of it rightly. They still chew me out plenty. I just decided not to give as much of a fuck. You're my lord, and a fine one. Don't rely solely on the opinions of a bunch of drunken bandits, even if they're more battle-hardened. You're- we're getting through this mess. Together." He tapped the garter. "Proof." He smiled and leaned into Hans. He understood why all of this was getting to Hans, he just wished he could help him feel less useless. “You’ve saved my life just as I've saved yours and you've given me a purpose.” Hans leaned into him in turn.
"Thank you, Henry. I.. I'm really glad you're here."
"I'll always be." Henry said, reaching out and caressing Hans' cheek. He still felt the garter on his neck, like a brand. Hans turned to face him fully. He fidgeted slightly.
"Henry.." he started, "I can't stop thinking about the other night.."
"I can't either. Or, or this, for that matter." He replied, sliding a finger under the garter gently. Hans watched him and the heat in his neck bloomed up to his cheeks. He met Henry’s hand with his own, traced along the garter lightly (causing shivers of delight on Henry’s part), and rested his hand against Henry's jaw. Hans slowly kissed him, running his hand through Henry’s hair and cradling the back of his head. Henry relaxed into him, and they kissed languidly.
After a little while of that, Hans pulled away. "I had this whole little.. plan. Of what we could do once we were alone. But you're so sweet that it flew out of my head entirely."
Henry smiled at that and nodded. "Same here... on both counts. We could.. well, restart."
Hans groaned. "I feel like that would be too silly."
Henry shook his head and took his hand, kissing it. "You... are my lord. I am your most loyal compatriot." He slid down, knees to the floor. Hans watched him hungrily, turning to sit with his legs off the bed. "More than that." Henry continued quietly, his hands roving slowly over Hans' calves and shins, like a supplicant. He rested his head dutifully in Hans' lap, looking up at him. Hans stared into his huge blue eyes and swallowed, reaching down to again ruffle Henry's hair. Henry closed his eyes and hummed contentedly. "I want nothing more than to serve you, Sir Hans."
Hans was quiet for a moment. "Henry.." he ventured, carefully. "I, well, know what other people say about.. how I treat you. They say I treat you like a dog. That you act like one. I was joking, earlier, but..." He was unable to find the words to say what he wanted, and eventually settled on a simple, "I hope you know I consider you an equal. You don't have to call me sir when it's just us."
"I know." Henry said, and ducked his head, unable to meet Hans' eyes; he was still gently holding onto one of Hans' legs. "I, um.. it's not like that..." he trailed off, resolutely staring into the floor about a foot to his right. Hans watched him blankly until it clicked.
"Oh! Oh-ho. I see! It turns you on!" He said, both surprised and pleased.
"Y'don't have to say it like that..." Henry said, mortified. He started to fold into himself when Hans did a sort of wait, wait motion with his hands.
"No, no, I- frankly, I think it's nice too. I just.. wouldn't ask it of you. I respect you. That is..!" He puffed his chest up, "I'll only demean you a little, if you want it. But you can't just call me sir. I like hearing you um- say my name." He managed to embarrass himself with the last few words and fell silent.
Henry snickered despite his own embarrassment. "You said it before. What a fucking pair we are." They shared equally bashful smiles, and Hans took a few seconds of silence to consider his next action, while Henry watched him.
"So, my loyal dog... Whatever shall I do with you?" Hans said, that wicked little sparkle in his eyes gleaming. Henry immediately sat up at attention, his hands resting on his thighs. Hans looked him over before grabbing the long end of the garter and tugging upwards. Henry got choked very slightly before moving with the motion, rapt with attention and suddenly buzzing all over. While holding the garter, Hans delicately placed one slippered foot on Henry's thigh. Henry was forced to keep looking up, but he knew what he was supposed to do. He gently pulled Hans' soft leather shoe off. Hans rubbed slow, concentric circles on Henry's thigh with his stockinged foot before venturing inwards and pressing his toes gently and insistently against Henry's crotch. Henry kept running his hands up and down Hans' leg, pausing to dig his fingers just a bit into his thigh and tug on his hose.
Henry started to get harder and desperate, closing his eyes and pressing his crotch against Hans' foot, who obliged by rotating his foot so the length of it pressed against Henry's growing bulge. Every time Henry grinded against him a little harder, he pulled his foot slightly away. Henry could barely restrain himself from clawing at Hans' hose, afraid he'd rip them. Hans watched him with his full attention, incredibly turned on by Henry debasing himself and by mercilessly teasing him.
"Please, Sir Hans?" He said, suddenly looking into Hans' eyes while rubbing against him.
Hans made a very quiet sort of gasp and choked out a trembling, "Stand up." Henry did immediately, watching Hans to gauge what was on his mind. He felt drunk like earlier, his gilded collar almost a part of him. He mused that maybe it was always there, invisible to others like other devotions.
Hans startled him when he wrapped his arms around Henry's waist, an inversion of earlier.
"Undo your laces.." he said, his lips against Henry's leg. He was breathing in deeply, and Henry realized suddenly that Hans perhaps liked his smell. He wasn’t about to ask, though.
"Of course, milord." Henry complied, and Hans pulled his hose and braies off of him slowly. He kissed down Henry's leg as he went.
"I asked you last time..." Hans said, again resting his face against Henry's body, "to be wholly selfish. And I want to be selfish too. For example.." he trailed off, kissing along Henry’s hip, "I still haven't sucked your cock." His breath tickled slightly.
"You.. want to?" Henry asked.
"Henry, for God's sake, I want to do so many things with you. Things that would make a bathmaid blush. So yes, I am begging. Please let me suck your big gorgeous dick." Henry snorted and Hans laughed. "I'm serious, though!"
"It's that big?"
"Bigger than mine.... Anyways. I want you to lie down."
"This is a lot of getting up and down.."
"Shut up, boy. I thought you wanted to serve me?" Hans gave him a pointed look. "I demand you lie down and get comfortable."
Henry dutifully sat back on the bed, propped up on the pillow. He watched Hans meekly as Hans slowly took his own clothes off.
"Hans?" he said, a bit quietly.
"Hm?" Hans was futzing with his undershirt, and stopped to look at Henry, his arms raised over his head.
"You really are so handsome." He said, and felt embarrassed. "I'm still shocked you want to be with me."
Hans went redder than a cherry. He had totally forgotten he was mid-disrobing and his arms hung in the air.
"Henry," he searched for the words, "even if your body wasn't finely honed, and your face dreamy, and your enthusiasm infectious, I'd still be immensely attracted to you on personality alone. Is that exhaustive enough, or should I mention how you could get me to do nearly anything by staring at me with your huge blue eyes?" He remembered what he was doing and tossed his shirt off completely.
Henry was startled into silence, processing everything slowly.
He wanted to respond eloquently but could only manage, "I feel the same about you, milord. That is, you're not just a good lay. Or a pretty face. I meant it earlier. You're a good person. Kind." He felt like he couldn't have said it worse, but it seemed to affect Hans greatly. They both stared at each other for an awkward second before Hans walked back over, straddling Henry’s waist and kissing him in one motion. They kissed hungrily, Hans with one hand against Henry's cheek and the other on his chest, roving around slowly and sort of massaging his pec, feeling all the muscle he's watched Henry put on. Henry ran his palms along Hans' sides, appreciating the slight curve to his waist and hips. He couldn't resist continuing to run his hands along the lower back muscles and to Hans' ass, grabbing handfuls and squeezing happily. Hans groaned softly and angled his hips, ass rubbing against Henry's dick. He stopped kissing and pulled his face away.
"Clasp your hands behind your head." Hans ordered, staring at him. Henry did, and Hans sat up on his knees and shuffled as gracefully as he could manage down the bed until he was near Henry’s knees. Henry smiled watching him, and Hans looked a little put upon. However, he rallied and gently grasped Henry's dick, licking along the underside. Henry's hand started to move to touch Hans' hair when Hans pulled away, shaking his head. "Stay still."
Henry whimpered. "You're fucking with me." He said, a little forlorn.
"Maybe so, but you've managed to make sure I'm the one feeling the best each time so far." Hans said, and turned his attention back to Henry's dick.
"That's not- ah- true!" Henry said. "I got off just as much!"
"You did, but you're so sweet about it."
Hans ran his tongue along the length of it again, pausing at the tip, where a bead of precum gathered. He kissed there, lightly, teasingly, before pulling away a bit. Henry groaned, trying not to move his hands or his hips. Focusing on that made it even harder. Hans looked up at him with a devilish expression.
"Hans.." he mumbled.
"Yes, Henry?"
"Please.."
Hans beamed up at him and resumed his teasing, kissing and licking up and down, lapping up every drop of pre that dripped out. He hummed to himself, extremely pleased and relishing the whines Henry tried to hide. Henry was trembling, his whole body on fire. He felt like he was going to explode, the sensation heavenly but not intense enough to orgasm. Hans took time to kiss his inner thighs between the more intense moments, very gently not-quite-biting the soft skin there. Hans breathed in the smell of his skin, his warmth, his excitement.
After what felt like forever, Hans pulled away again.
"Torturer.." Henry mumbled. "I want to touch you.. please.."
Hans ignored him for a moment, feeling around under the bed until he found something and lifted it for Henry to see too. It was the phial of thick oil they had used before. Hans uncorked it and poured some delicately onto Henry's cock, which twitched at the stimulation. Hans watched the oil bead and run down Henry's shaft like a hungry animal.
"I really just want to suck you off, but something better occurred to me." Hans said before moving back up to straddle Henry above his waist. Henry's dick occasionally rubbed against Hans' ass or back.
Hans was also rock hard, the tip nearly purple and leaking desperately. He was holding himself up a bit with his thigh muscles.
"Can I touch you now?" Henry asked, uncertain.
"God. Yes, please." Hans said.
Henry immediately started rubbing Hans' inner thigh with one hand and his dick with the other, giving it a very slow jerk. Hans shivered and gasped. "Fuck- I was going to say- fuck me. Please, Henry." He was breathing heavily with desire.
"I have to use my fingers first.." Henry said, taking the phial and coating his fingers. Hans lifted himself up, slightly bashful. Henry ran his hand along Hans' cock and down, stopping at his entrance. They both watched each other's face, both flushed and breathing heavily.
"Um," Henry said, "are you ready?"
Hans nodded excitedly and Henry coated everything he could feel with oil before pressing one of his fingers inside. He remembered how Hans had curled his fingers after he found some kind of spot that made Henry see white and copied it. Hans made a strangled yelp and bent forward, panting hard.
Henry stretched out and kissed him, finding a rhythm and delighting as Hans began to relax and moaned openly into his mouth.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Hans repeated, quiet and breathless. Henry kissed him deeper and added another finger, scissoring them open carefully. Hans was pressing against them, his legs periodically giving out and pushing Henry's fingers further in.
"You're so tight, Hans." Henry said, barely a whisper.
"Mmmmmh. Ah, Christ." Hans choked out, rocking harder against Henry's hand. He coated his own hand in oil and added one of his own fingers, working it in; something about the way their fingers slid against each other felt pleasurable in itself. They continued for a while, Henry letting Hans take the lead on it. He mused that this was one of the few times Capon's been more patient, though Henry could happily do this forever.
"I don't- ah- care if you split me in half, Hal, I need you inside me." He raised himself up with his shaking legs. Henry nodded, words failing him as he looked up at Hans. He was covered in sweat, his abs showing with strain. His hair was a mess and his eyes were slightly unfocused from pleasure. Hans reached behind for Henry's dick, running his hand up and down it a few times before lifting himself up a bit further and guiding Henry to his entrance. He took a breath and let it out slowly as he lowered himself onto Henry.
"Ha-aa-ns.." Henry gasped out. "Uh- take your time." Henry had to restrain himself to not thrust up at all. He put his hands on Hans' waist, stabilizing him and taking in the view. Hans was slowly, slowly, lowering himself.
"Mmh." He hummed, raising himself back up a bit before again lowering further. Henry rubbed his thighs briefly before again holding his waist and hip, staring up at what felt like a brilliant and secret work of art. Hans was methodical, his brow creased in concentration. Henry wanted to make him curse and howl in pleasure, to beg him, to beg in return. Hans would close his eyes for a moment and then open them and catch Henry's gaze again. It felt like it could have been hours, but that was fine by them both.
Hans once again lifted up, and this time buried Henry in himself to the base. They both exclaimed- a shared "oh, fuck"- and shuddered together. Hans smiled, looking angelic, and Henry smiled back.
"You're so beautiful." He said to Hans, who replied with a breathless "So're you."
They sat like that for a moment, and they both ran their hands over each other's chests. Henry reached up to play with Hans' nipples and was rewarded with him yelping and tightening around Henry further. Hans started slowly moving again, and Henry began to gently thrust into him. They set a rhythm, and Hans leaned back, holding himself up by bracing against Henry's thighs. Hans set the pace, getting faster and starting to moan louder and louder. Henry was spurred on, fucking him harder and harder, obscene sounds coming from their bodies and mouths, little "ah"s and gasps repeating like a mantra from both of them. Henry bent his knees to be able to fuck Hans even deeper, pressing into him hard enough to lift his own ass off the bed. Hans leaned back against Henry's thighs and grabbed his ankles to brace himself. His sweet sounds continued to increase in pitch and volume. His dick was bobbing up and down in time, and Henry wrapped his hand around it, jerking Hans off with the same rhythm.
Hans got tighter around him, his gasps coalescing into a "please, please, please, God, Henry.."
His cries spurred Henry on and he pumped Hans' dick faster and faster. They were making sloppy wet noises, both panting and keening.
"I- I'm co-" was all Hans managed to get out, coming fast and hard into Henry's hand. His muscles convulsed around Henry's cock. Henry was already close but he watched Hans lose it, his nails digging into Henry's thigh as he tried to stay braced and his voice weak from exertion, still wordlessly mouthing God, God, fuck, and he came too, thrusting his cum deeper and deeper into Hans, who rode it out in pure bliss before moving with the last of his strength, nearly collapsing forward. Henry, though weak, lifted Hans up so he could extricate himself and they laid together utterly unable to speak. Belatedly, Henry wondered if that was truly a selfless move from Hans, but he wasn't about to question it.
Henry woke up entwined with Hans, who was still asleep. Henry marveled for another time at how innocent and gentle he looked while asleep, a contented smile on his face. Someone was banging on the door to the antechamber of his (their?) bedroom. He untangled his limbs and kissed Hans on the forehead before grabbing an undershirt and braies, putting them on hastily, and going to the door. He didn't open it.
"What d'you need?" he asked, nervous but still sleep-hoarse.
"I had one of the hands draw you a bath in the tub out here!" Came a lilting, feminine voice. It was Rosa, sounding a little amused. "You'll have the bathing room all to... yourself." Henry could tell she was smiling at her own joke. He belatedly hoped they at least weren't loud enough for everyone in the Palace to hear and that Rosa was going off the fact that Hans was very conspicuously not in the shared quarters.
"Thank you, Lady Rosa! That probably took some work. I appreciate it!"
"You'd better! The others are all meeting to discuss plans soon. I suggest you get out here before the water's ice cold. And then join us before anyone comes looking!" With that, she retreated, the large external door making a loud thunk.
Henry walked back over to the bedroom doorway, looking at Hans who was slowly getting up.
"Did you hear all that?"
Hans nodded, rubbing his eyes and standing up. Henry smiled at him as he stretched. Hans caught his gaze and smiled back, ambling over to lean against him. He tugged very gently on the garter that Henry still wore, and Henry felt a fuzzy warmth for a moment before realizing he could have walked out with it on. He reluctantly removed it.
"You want to share?" Hans asked, and Henry nodded happily, kissing his cheek and grabbing Hans' clothes. They went out to find the tub steaming and climbed in together, pleasantly cramped and determined to share one more moment of quiet companionship before they had to deal with whatever Fortune had decided to throw their way now.