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Henry looks at the empty bottle on the table, then back at Hans, lying on his bed with cheeks flushed and his pourpoint half off.
"So, you drank this potion you bought from a charlatan?"
"Not a charlatan, Henry. Did you know this contains powdered unicorn horn? It's well known to increase manliness." He makes a tutting noise with his tongue like Henry is an ignorant child that needs to be taught everything.
"Right. But it didn't work."
"I wouldn't say that." Hans shifts uncomfortably, and only then does Henry notice the fairly obvious bulge in his pants. "I just didn't expect... Well... It's been quite some time now and... This stuff is potent."
Henry just stares at him blankly, unsure of where the conversation is going. This is definitely not what he was expecting when he was asked to "urgently come see lord Capon".
"Well don't just stare at me!" Hans tugs on his shirt to let some air in, a drop of sweat running down his neck. Henry pointedly does not think about licking it up. "Can't you help...?"
"What, mh... What exactly do you need help with sir?"
Hans gives an exasperated sigh and sits up, clearly trying to find the appropriate words to express the issue.
"I've... Do you have any idea how I could... Well... Find release?"
Henry is silent for a moment. He's pretty sure Hans knows how to jerk off, so he must have tried that already. He hesitantly suggests, "Have you uh, tried the bathhouse?"
"I can't very well go out looking like this, can I?"
Henry has to admit he makes quite the picture, face flushed, skin shiny from sweat, and a tent in his pants like his cock is trying to escape.
"What would you like me to do then, sir? Should I get someone to come here?"
"No!" Hans answers hastily. "I mean. No need. Y-You'll do fine."
"Me...?" Henry is not sure he believes what he just heard. Does he want to get on top of Hans and do things to him until he forgets he even took that potion in the first place? Yes, yes he does. Does he think it would be a good idea? That's a different matter. "But, sir..."
"What? Do-do you not want to serve your lord?"
The question is asked in Hans' usual haughty tone, but Henry can sense something else behind it, in the way Hans looks shiftily to him then to the other side of the room. It's almost like he's insecure, scared that Henry will say no.
And how could he, really?
"Of course sir."
He sees the immediate relief on Hans' face, and the man starts to take off his pourpoint fully, followed by his undershirt, revealing a pale torso, skin unmarred from any scar.
"Well? Come here Henry." Once again his tone is demanding, but Henry knows he's the one truly in charge in that interaction. His gut twists pleasantly at the idea that Hans is essentially at his mercy, so desperate for him he's setting his pride aside and showing himself like this. He pushes back the thought, something at the edge of his mind feeling a bit guilty for taking advantage of Hans' state, but he appears perfectly lucid, so surely there's nothing wrong in going along with it.
He slowly approaches, climbing on the bed on top of Hans, his knees firmly planted on each side of his hips. He looks up at him but Hans is resolutely looking down, like he suddenly started feeling embarrassed. His skin is covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and his nipples are red and swollen, almost painful looking. He can't help but reach out to stroke one of them with the pad of his thumb and he's immediately rewarded with a sharp gasp, Hans' hips bucking under him.
Hans grabs his hand and presses it more firmly against his torso, finally looking up at him with a desperate edge in his eyes. "Please... Touch me..."
Henry feels his mouth water as he keeps rubbing his nipple gently, and he can't help but bend down to take the other one in his mouth. Hans' body jolts like he just received an electric shock and he buries his hand in his hair, arching up into his mouth. Henry keeps at it diligently, running his tongue over the bud and sucking it into his mouth while his other hand twists and pinches gently, before settling back into a soothing rub.
When he pulls back both of his nipples are even puffier than before, one shiny from his saliva, and he sets out to do the same to the other one, humming softly as Hans' hands tighten into his hair.
He can feel Hans' cock twitching against his stomach as he continues his ministrations, and soon enough he's rocking his hips back and forth, rubbing himself against Henry.
He straightens up, lips slick with saliva, and Hans hurriedly starts undoing his pants, pulling out his erection. The shaft is a worrying red color, and Henry distantly wonders for how long he has been hard exactly. He's pulled away from his thoughts when Hans grabs his hand and presses it against his crotch, clearly unable to wait a minute more.
"Henry..." He says his name in a needy whine, and Henry swallows loudly as he suddenly feels the hard cock right against his palm. It feels heavy against his hand and he circles it with his finger carefully, giving it a gentle tug. Hans moans out loud and it only spurs him on and he strokes it more forcefully, bringing his foreskin back up on every upstroke. When the head is coated in enough precum he starts rubbing it with his thumb, paying extra attention to the underside, and Hans throws his head back and spreads his legs wider, breathing speeding up and hand clenching in the sheets.
"M-more..."
"Yes my lord." Henry dutily speeds up his movements, paying close attention to Hans' face, the way his eyebrows twitch minutely, the way his closed eyelids flutter, how he bites his lips when Henry twists his wrist. But he can also read some frustration there, and soon enough Hans is shifting uncomfortably, little sighs escaping his lips.
"Henry I... I need..."
"What do you need?" Henry slows down his movements, feeling him slightly overwhelmed, and presses a kiss to his chest, hesitantly looking up at Hans to see his reaction - which he shouldn't feel the need to, given that his hand is on his cock, but this feels a little different. Hans gives no indication that he disliked the kiss, only sighing softly, and so he continues, pressing his mouth up his torso to his neck, waiting for him to answer still.
"More..."
He keeps kissing his neck, right above his shoulder, then under his ear, leaving the skin warm and humid with his breath. He smells so good, like expensive soap and sweat but most importantly like Hans. He can feel his own erection starting to strain against his pants and he gets a hand between them to readjust himself, and then Hans is on his, pressing against his crotch and he lets out a grunt.
"Henry. Fuck me."
All of his blood rushes to his cock and for a moment he's not sure he's heard it right.
"Sir, you want me to..."
"This isn't enough I... I tried with my hand but..." He clumsily reaches down to pull off his pants all the way, and all Henry can do is watch as he spreads his legs under him. "Please, Hal."
Henry nods once, briefly, wondering if he's going to wake up any moment now. But then Hans laces his arms around his neck and pulls him back in to kiss him and Henry is grabbing his thighs and spreading his legs, rutting his still clothed erection against Hans' ass.
He breaks the kiss to whisper in a low voice, "Of course sir. Let me help you." He kisses alongside Hans throat while undoing his pants with one hand until his cock is freed, nibbling alongside the soft skin just hard enough so he'll feel it but not enough to leave marks. He wants to eat him whole, he thinks. On another day, in another situation, he'd lavish his entire body with kisses, get his mouth on every single inch of skin until Hans is trembling and whimpering under him, and then he'd suck his cock until warm come filled his mouth.
But for now he simply remove the last of his clothes then grabs a bottle of salve on the night stand and coats his cock with it (after a brief check to make sure it isn't in fact the accursed potion), and then he's pressing against Hans' hole, mouth back to running over his neck and jaw.
He pushes in slowly, looking down at Hans for any sign of discomfort and doesn't find any - but the way his eyes roll over in his head and his mouth goes slack tells him he's doing something right.
And god is Hans warm around him, warm and tight and slick and he could spill right then and there but he's not sure he'll ever have another chance at this so he definitely doesn't want to - not to mention he has a job to do.
He plants his knees firmly against the bed for support, arms on each side of Hans head, and he starts thrusting. In and out, not too slow but not too fast, letting him get used to it, watching intently for any reaction, listening to every little moan that spills from his lips.
“Is this good?”
Hans nods, his eyes closed, clearly lost in the sensations, finally seeming to find some sort of relief from the cock pumping inside him.
“Yes… S'good…”
Henry speeds up a little bit, angling his hips up and Hans moans loudly, fingers digging into Henry's back. “Harder”, Hans asks - demands.
Henry obeys, his thrusts a bit faster, deeper, and he looks down to see that Hans’ cock is leaking generously against his stomach, translucent liquid pooling in his navel. He's caught off guard by the intense desire to make him come, feel him shake and cry in his arms as he spills his own spend all over himself, and he buries himself deep inside Hans, grinding back and forth against his sweet spot.
“Henry… Can you…”
“Mh?”
“Harder.”
He straightens up a bit so he can grab Hans’ hips and uses that leverage to impale him harder onto his cock, hoping he can satisfy him this way. Hans takes it eagerly and easily, unabashedly loud moans now leaving his lips on each thrust, arms thrown above his head, one hand fisting the sheet and the other pressing against the headboard for support.
“Like this?” Henry asks, breathlessly.
“Yes… Please, I need… Oh…” Hans interrupts himself on a clearly particularly good thrust, brows arching and teeth digging into his bottom lip. “More. I want you to- to be rough. Don't - ah, mh - don't hold back.”
The words combined with the way Hans is clenching around him has him pressing a hand around the base of his cock to stop his incoming orgasm, and he uses the opportunity to pull out and flip Hans on his stomach unceremoniously, pulling his pelvis up on his lap so he can bury himself back into him. Hans makes a strangled noise at the sudden move but quickly gets the memo and gets on his knees for Henry to fuck him more easily.
Henry straightens up on his knees, one hand keeping Hans hips up while the other presses on his back, and this time he truly goes for it, the sound of their skin slapping together probably loud enough to be heard outside the room - not that he currently cares.
“Hal!” Hans’ voice is high pitched and urgent, and he can feel how close he is, how desperate he is to finally find his release. One of his hands has disappeared under him and from the movement of his shoulder he's clearly touching himself with enthusiasm. “Hal, yes! Like that!”
Henry plasters himself against Hans' back, rutting inside him with all he's got, muffling his own groans against Hans' shoulder. They're both slick with sweat now, and Hans’ skin is so hot against his own, and he too feels desperate to cum, to spill his load as deep as he can. He feels Hans’ body tense under him, his hole clenching, and he intensifies his efforts, toes curling as his peak threatens to wash over him.
“Yes, yes y- Ah! HAL!” Hans cries out under him and finally he's coming, tightening up rhythmically around Henry's cock and it takes everything Henry has not to join him right then and there, making sure he fucks Hans through his climax the best he can, despite the way his hole is clearly trying to milk his cock. Only once he starts relaxing in his arms, hand limply falling back under him, does Henry pull out and jerk his cock once, twice, before he's coming all over his ass and thighs, grunting and groaning through it.
“Han-.... Ngh… Sir… Sorry…” He mumbles a garbled apology as he finishes emptying himself, and then a loud sigh leaves his lips and he lets himself fall down next to Hans, staring at the ceiling as he catches his breath.
They lie together in silence, Henry on his back and Hans on his stomach, and as Henry's brain slowly starts working again he wonders what kind of situation he's gotten himself into. Then Hans clears his throat, flipping himself on his back.
“Oh my god Henry, I can't believe you did that. Fucking your own lord! Haha! You're a madman!” He starts laughing and Henry wants to punch him a little bit. He sits up but then Hans is grabbing him by his arm, looking like he does realize at least somewhat that he's said something stupid.
“I-I mean thank you.” He looks down, fingers still holding Hans’ shirt, then looks up at him. “You could - you could stay. It's getting late.”
Henry can't help but notice that the tip of Hans’ ears have gone red, although the rest of his body is back to a normal color, and he holds back a smile. “You're right. I'll stay.”
He lies back next to Hans and pulls the cover over them.
“Goodnight, sir.”
“Goodnight Henry.”
The room falls silent again, and it is only once Henry is about to fall asleep that he feels the warmth of Hans' skin against him as he presses himself against his side. He smiles and wraps an arm around his waist, then lets sleep claim him.