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It was deep in the evening of the day before Sir Hans Capon, soon to be the full Lord of Pirkstein, would be wed.
Despite a plethora of excuses that had bought the young lord another month of boozing, whoring, hunting… and Henry's warm and intimate company, his uncle, Sir Hanush of Leipa, finally sent Hans a 'wedding entourage'. Said entourage consisted of several armed men and a cart comfortable enough to carry even a terribly sickly person, all tasked with kindly escorting him to where the wedding would take place, no matter what state he was in.
Thus, Sir Hans found himself confined in a lavish room of a pleasant estate yet again.
It was obvious upon his arrival that many of his excuses had been fabrications. It seemed that his uncle wasn't willing to tolerate his antics any further.
Lord Hanush had even sent Henry out on some task as a punishment for letting Sir Hans stall for so long and failing to drag him back at the first sign of cold feet. Hans wasn't sure where his most loyal servant had been sent, but it was obvious that Henry wasn't supposed to return until the wedding was actively taking place.
It was being treated as if separating them would put an end to any mischief that could buy Hans even more time to escape his duties as a nobleman. It was mostly true, but that didn't mean Hans had to like it. He wasn't even allowed to meet his bride-to-be, in case he had any uncouth ideas or plans to derail the marriage until it was firmly set in stone.
The entire ordeal was completely unfair.
Hans had already gone a week since his arrival with seeing neither hide nor hair of Henry.
Considering how little time they hadn't spent hip to hip in a more private residence they rented a ways from the Devil's Den, it felt quite wrong to be suddenly forced alone for so long.
They had found plenty of interesting and new ways even Hans had not known to have sex together. Hans still marveled at how good it had felt to have Henry's cock up his ass with the aid of oil taken from the local alchemy table. Going so suddenly without the other man was driving him madder than he expected.
How Henry didn't have his own bastard somewhere with how well he fucked, Hans would never know. The man certainly spilled every drop of his seed deep into Hans at every opportunity without so much as a courtesy attempt at pulling out. Not that Hans complained. At least, not seriously. He would have taken a bizarre blessing like the Virgin Mary from the Lord himself by Henry's seed if it would have stopped the damned wedding.
Now not even the guard that took up residence in the floor below to 'ensure his safety and chastity' would play dice with him. Lord Hans Capon was being kept more chaste than his bride! It was humiliating!
As calm as Hans had been when talking to Henry about the inevitably of needing to take a wife, he was truly panicking about the wedding now.
Hans knew he had agreed to it after his uncle gave his word that he would finally give him full control of his lands and lordship. He hated the new conditions, but he didn't want to go back on his word as a knight. The new condition had made him worry as well. It would be terribly awful if more were imposed and those goal posts only moved further and further…
But it was true that Hans thought he could hold the ruse for long enough to wriggle out of the wedding.
After all, stalling wasn't without its merits. Jitka supposedly had many suitors. Hans held out hope that it wasn't just the typical polite nobleman horseshit spewed out for noble ladies. Perhaps one more favorable to her father would have stepped up in the meantime during Hans's stallings.
But it seemed fortune wasn't going to favor him there.
Instead, all Hans could do was scribble poetry by the window in the candle light the night before the dreaded wedding. He wasted ink scribbling words out instead of writing them however. Even past poems inside the book he kept were now crude smudges of black ink.
His new wife could have far too much curiosity about other people's affairs, especially her husband's. Hans couldn't risk anyone reading those poems now. And if he never saw Henry again, he couldn't have him take the book. Burning it would only alert the guard on the floor below. That left defacing the poems so they could never be read again.
Hans had waited as long as he could before he ruined them. It felt painful to cross out each line he knew he had written about Henry. They may have not all been that good, in truth, but each and every one were from the soul. Hans had to take pause every few scribbled out lines to mourn the memories attached to them. His eyes were glossy from held back tears as he progressed.
It was in striking one similar line through that a pebble flew inside the second story window. It plopped onto the book and rolled down the page, smearing ink along its way. Hans perked up, confused as another joined its compatriot. He stood up from the chair he sat in and looked out the window.
His lordship had just peaked his head out when another pebble smacked him directly in the forehead.
"Agh!" Hans flinched back at the direct hit before leaning back out to shout at the source of the flinging pebbles. "Henry?! Stop! Stop! What in the devil are you doing?!"
"Sorry!" The apology was shouted hoarsely, as if trying to ensure Hans heard while trying not to pull too much attention to himself.
Henry had paused just before he threw another pebble straight into Hans's face. He was standing just below the window, dressed in dark nobleman's clothes. Two horses were with him. He had apparently 'acquired' them from the nearby stable as one was Lord Capon's own beloved horse. Henry straightened up, the torch in his other hand illuminating him in the darkness.
"I'm here to kidnap Sir Hans Capon, m'lord."
"Kid-! Ha ha ha! Kidnap me?!"
Hans was laughing through his words, even through rubbing the red spot forming on his forehead. At least that might make for an excuse for a delay for a few days. Hans couldn't help being happy to see Henry despite it.
"Yes."
It was a serious response to what Hans had expected to be a jest. Hans's laughter slowed to a halt before his smile dropped. His brow furrowed instead.
"What? You- You can't be serious. Henry, you would still be treated as a common bandit if you tried to kidnap a noble such as myself." Hans warned lightly, still waiting for Henry to reveal it was made in jest. "Regardless of your poor jokes, I'm glad you're here. When I get married, I will finally inherit what I'm owed. I'll be able to pay you back for everything you've done for me as soon as the wedding is over. I can make you a castlellen of the castle I'll build or grant you your own estate-"
"I care more about what you actually want than what you can give me."
Those words pierced right through Hans façade of being okay. He hated how he had to grab the window sil to not have his hands shake.
"I don't know what nonsense you're talking about." Hans looked away from Henry as he said those words, pretending too obviously.
"I know you do." Henry stood strong in the moonlight. He truly looked like the valiant knight Hans had always dreamed of. "And if you let me kidnap you, maybe we can find a happier ending than Lancelot and Galehaut... In fact, I promise you we will."
Hans felt a stab in his chest like cupid's arrow. Henry remembered the words he had borrowed for his confession. He even used them against his own heart now.
"Shit, Henry! After everything we've been through…" Hans cursed. The inner conflict was clear as day on his face, Henry could see it from where he stood below. "If I leave with you now, I would have to leave everything my family left to me behind. Everything, you hear me! I would be abandoning my duty, my country, my honor, my very noblehood-!"
"I know. I understand." Henry said earnestly. "So, you can send me away… Or you can pack your things. I'll do whatever you say, Sir Hans. And I'll take on any consequences for you. So… What'll it be?"
Hans hesitated, whatever haughty response he was going to give died on his tongue as he met Henry's eyes in the torchlight.
His dearest friend and lover wasn't making a jest. He was truly asking the impossible of Hans.
It hurt to see that this might really be an end. Hans just needed to make the horrible choice of what it would be an end to.
Either Hans left behind everything that made him a knight and nobleman.
Or he may see Henry less and less.
Then not at all.
At the very least, Hans may need to sire an heir before he could freely leave the estate like the good old days again. And Henry was too good of a warrior and man for him to hold there as his page forever.
There were already rumors among the nobles of arranging a good wife for Henry as reward for his deeds within the war against Sigismund. Talk of Sir Radzig possibly legitimatizing Henry as his son slowed any action on that front though. After all, Henry would be quite important then.
They were practically being taken away from each other at the altar.
Henry simply waited for Hans's answer. He wouldn't press. He wouldn't use force against Hans, other than the accidental pebble to the forehead. He would merely ask. He would merely wait.
"Where would you even take me?!" Hans asked with exasperation. Henry could see that he was twisting Hans's heart just with the offer alone. "This marriage forged an alliance. They'll find us eventually unless we go to the very ends of Bohemia-."
"Then we'll go even farther." Henry responded calmly. "I hear France might not give a damn about our… situation in some parts."
"You are mad." Hans muttered softer than their raised voices had been. "You're abandoning king and country... for me?!"
Henry stood fast, waiting for him. Determination obvious and bold. His loyalty almost hurt. No, it actually did hurt. That cupid's arrow was stinging in Hans's heart. Even God wouldn't be able to pull it out.
The silence was only broken by the sounds of nature in the rising moonlight. It was perfect weather for horse-riding despite the hour. The moon was full and would be high in the sky soon so they wouldn't need torchlight to move in the dark.
They would be able to get quite far if they left that evening. No one would know they were gone until Lord Hans Capon was missing for his breakfast before he was due at the altar.
Hans felt worse than when he felt as if he was going to die in Nebakov. Only this time, Hans knew letting himself stay trapped was the decision he should make. Any other choice would just be mad.
Henry was the only person to truly capture his heart.
Hans had been with more than enough women to know they didn't even compare to what it felt like to be loved and held by Henry. Even if his body sometimes strayed, his heart truly didn't. It always came back to Henry. Hans couldn't remember the last time he didn't think of his dear friend while with them.
Hans really couldn't bear to lose Henry. He wasn't joking in the slightest when he said doing so may kill him.
But leaving his title and lordship without him would cause nothing but problems; for others, themselves, and the entire kingdom. It would not only be selfish of Hans, but the legacy of his forefathers before him would fall behind him.
Lord Hanush would need to take his place permanently, and that would be only if there wasn't debate in the staked claim. His uncle would also be left with an unfilled promise to recent allies. Who was to say that his disappearance wouldn't cause an entirely different rift within the Lords of Leipa he couldn't predict.
And even if he allowed Henry to try to pull off the 'kidnapping', Henry insisting on it being just that to save his lordly arse if anything went awry would only lead to the gallows for his page. Hans wouldn't be able to live with himself if he had to watch Henry hang for their budding love.
Hans pulled away from the window. Henry could see from where he stood that Sir Hans was holding back tears.
The light in the room went out a few moments later.
It was quiet.
Henry waited, but it soon started to look like Sir Hans had gone to sleep rather than answer him. Perhaps that was his answer.
Henry slowly lost hope as time passed. When it became clear Hans would not be returning to the window, he extinguished his torch in a nearby basin and started to lead the horses back towards the stables to return them.
Henry's heart felt like it would break.
It was too much to ask that of Hans. Henry had known that. He just had to try. He owed the brightness within the dark times they were in all to Hans. Henry just felt the need to repay him by giving him one last chance to live the fairytale of them running away, adventuring, and being together as long as the Holy Lord would permit.
Henry knew it would hurt to receive the expected answer, but it still hit him like a horse kick to the groin and chest, all at once.
"I still expect to live to a certain standard of a nobleman's lifestyle!"
Henry stopped right in his tracks when he heard those haughty hushed words break through the crisp evening air. He turned around to see Hans walking out from the door of the courtyard fence, a sack over his shoulder in a sight quite funny for a lord that refused to do such labor before.
It looked as if he had managed to give his guard the slip too. Their previous adventures had made Sir Hans quite capable, it seemed.
"So… I expect you to work your hands to the bone in that commoner trade of yours to afford it. And you'll do it in just the apron. While I supervise."
Hans set down the sack pointedly, as if meaning for Henry to be the one to sort out how to place it on his horse. He still looked unsure about what he was doing. His snubbed nose attitude only thinly there to cover the turmoil of feelings underneath.
"I'm sure there's no short work for a blacksmith even in France." Henry commented, feeling that heartbreak warm in his chest into a cautious hope. "I have some savings to start so I'll do my best to not offend your noble sensibilities in our new accommodations. And I won't cage you up in any sort of room either."
"…I swear you better not fuck up this kidnapping, Henry. If you do, I'll wring your neck myself before they can even get to you." Hans didn't look like he wanted to do that in the slightest. He clearly just didn't want Henry to fail. "I left half my things and tossed about the place. Hopefully they will assume bandits snuck in rather than you. But you can't let them find us."
"Aye, I promise you they won't. I don't intend on holding you for ransom. If we go now, no one will ever know where you've been taken."
Despite the reassurance, Hans's face fell when Henry approached him with his horse's reins. He held them out to his Lord, still waiting for him to take that last step.
"Fucking shit, Henry! This wasn't how things were supposed to go." Hans was clearly distraught. "We were supposed to go on adventures and make names for ourselves. I was supposed to take over reign of my lands when I proved I was mature that way. Then we would have gone on long hunting trips in Rattay together. You and me. Just you and me. I could have excused any wedding for years and years… And if I needed an heir, some fatherless bastard from a pretty bathmaid would do. I would be seen a bit lesser for legitimatizing him, but coin and status would make it easier to keep whether it's actually my bastard quiet to the grave..."
"You really thought out everything." Henry responded softly, a bit surprised by how Hans already had work arounds for his nobility in considering their relationship. It seemed like the man had planned it out a while ago.
"I had a lot of time locked in rooms where I wasn't quite in the mood to try yanking my pizzle. I got bored. Though… Sometimes I was just desperate to not think you were dead…"
Hans shrugged. He looked up to meet Henry's eyes, only to dart them to the ground then the reins offered to him again.
"But instead, I'm fleeing my own wedding because I… I just can't go through with letting you go. I can't swear before God to love none other than my wife when I already have sworn those feelings to you. And Lord Almighty knows circumstances won't let us spend the amount of time together that we have been if I have a wife and all the other lords breathing down my neck." Hans reached up to wipe at his eyes, trying to be discreet in removing his tears before they fell. He still had his pride. "What am I even doing, Henry? When did it all get so complicated? I can't believe I miss starving in a siege with you."
"Well, I can't say it will be easy, but it won't be as dire as that time." Henry smiled so sweetly. "We'll figure it out. Together. If you'll have me."
Henry gently nudged the reins towards Hans. The lord took one last look at them before he finally reached out. He took more than the reins, grasping Henry's hand and stepping in closer.
Their lips met in a kiss finally not behind closed doors. It was a risk, but so was Henry's mad plan to kidnap Sir Hans Capon and steal him away out of home and country. Whether they got caught with a kiss or the reins in their hands, the result was blurring into all the same for them.
Henry embraced Hans and pulled him closer with his free arm. He could feel how tense Hans was pressed so tight against him, and how he slowly relaxed in his hold.
"Let's get out of here then." Hans breathed when they finally parted after a long moment. Their foreheads touched instead of their lips, giving Hans room to speak. "I could use a drink so we better find a half-way decent tavern somewhere where they don't know our faces on the way."
"Sounds good to me." Henry responded, reluctant in pulling away from Hans. His fingers lingered as they slowly stepped away from one another, touching every bit of his noble lover he could before finally turning to situate the man's belongings on his horse for him.
It wasn't long before they were mounting up and spurring their horses onward into the moonlit horizon. They saw the moon set and sun rise, familiar areas peeling away into the unfamiliar as they rode endlessly west together.
Hans couldn't help looking back when basking in the rays of a new day, more in fear of pursuit than regret. He was surprised by his own emotions. It felt good to flee from the feelings baring down upon him within the small noble-worthy room, even if there was a great amount of guilt in doing so. It was like the stress had lessened and his mind had finally gone quiet with Henry by his side again.
Even leaving behind honor and title wasn't as impossible as he first thought so long as Henry was there.
Hans hadn't had a good sleep on that soft bed since he had left the stiff peasant mattress he and Henry had shared for an entire month, anyway. He knew he would sleep delightfully beside the other man once they had gained enough distance from the wedding to never be found again. Even if it was on dirt and earth.
They rode until Sir Hans started nodding off atop his horse in the warm afternoon sunlight. Henry still seemed wide awake, but unlike his lord, he had prepared for the lengthy ride. He was right by Hans's side when he slouched just a little too much to the right, hand grasping him and righting him before he could fall off his horse.
"Stay awake a little longer, Sir Hans." Henry slowed their horses, the animals clearly tired from being pushed too hard for too long. "We'll stop at the next inn and rest. We can set out again before the rooster cries and get even more distance. Though we may need to seek out new horses."
"My arse is bloody sore. And not in the fun way." Hans grumbled as he shook his head to try and wake himself. "We've only stopped twice to give the horses water. Surely, we've gotten good distance already."
"It will be another two or three days before we start to hear more German. But aye, we've made pretty great distance so far. We can sleep easy knowing no one will be banging on the inn door for us just yet."
"I guess your great kidnapping of Lord Hans Capon went off without a hitch." Hans lifted his hands up with genuine relief, basking in his freedom. "And now I don't have to get hitched to some wretch I've never seen nor spoken too! Praise. The. Lord!"
"I see you don't have many regrets then."
"I have a quite a few." Sir Hans corrected Henry. "But none so many as I would have had if I stayed. Maybe they were right from the beginning. I am not mature enough to rule yet. Maybe it's alright that I'll never be. I admit that all the politics have left a bad taste in my mouth in the war with Sigismund. After being cooped up during that terrible siege we went through, I could use some time to see the world. Not trade a cage for a cage."
"Well, I'm certainly glad you feel like you made the right choice." Henry smiled bright at Hans. It made the young lord almost want to melt into his squire, but he was exhausted and they were still on horseback.
"I chose myself like you asked." Hans remarked haughtily. He really needed a lay down. Thankfully, he could see rooftops on the horizon now. "Though, I hope you are aware we are going to need to learn enough French to get by. You're lucky I can scrape together enough German to order food and wine."
"We'll manage." Henry sounded like he meant it. "Now, you need a bite to eat and a good rest. In that order. You ate basically nothing on the way here."
"I'm not even sure I have the energy to chew." Hans complained.
"I'll see if I can get a stew for you then."
"Alright, Ma!" Hans replied sarcastically, but a lazy smile crossed his face despite his tone. He had certainly missed Henry.
Perhaps this was the future he wanted.
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When Hans woke, it was to a hot mouth bobbing dedicatedly on his cock. He moaned gratefully at the morning given pleasure, half asleep still. A sword and forge calloused hand was instantly around his mouth to mute the sound, the other already had fingers coated in oil and was palming one cheek of his arse.
Hans moaned freely into the familiar hand quieting him, legs spreading willingly as Henry took his cock deep enough to gag slightly. The contraction of his throat around Hans's flushed cockhead only made the eager oiled finger rubbing the liquid around the puckered rim of his arsehole feel even better. Opening blue eyes rolled back as the teasing finger finally pressed its entire length inside his hole with one smooth push, the oil pleasantly warm from their shared body heat.
With Henry around, Hans couldn't stray if he wanted to. Ever since they had crossed that line, his page never let his body go wanting for long. One couldn't ask for a more dedicated servant and lover.
Or perhaps it was better to say that Henry didn't let his own body go without Hans for longer than a day. He was certainly ravenous for him. A bad habit was made quite quickly in seeing his lord writhe under him as often as he was able to get their cocks stiff. And that was never difficult.
In their time together, Henry had picked up on all the erogenous spots on Hans's body like he took a dedicated study upon them at university.
Slowly, Henry slid his lips back up Hans's length. His tongue swirled under a sensitive spot just under Hans's cockhead while the oiled finger inside him thrust lazily from tip to knuckle, slicking his hole generously all while gliding past a particular bundle of very euphoric nerves Hans never knew about until Henry had touched them. Hans was forever grateful he had relented in his page's desire to fuck him in the arse since.
Though there was one problem; Hans was quite the moaner when he was getting fucked.
As Henry added another thick finger inside of him, Hans felt the hand over his mouth tighten when he couldn't keep his voice quiet. Despite the increased risk of being caught within the inn they stayed, Henry curled his fingers and toyed with the sensitive nerves without mercy. The relentless euphoria warming Capon's blood only made his cock stiffen while Henry swallowed him down to the root again. He was moaning with his whole chest into the strong hand attempting to gag him.
One of Hans's hands found Henry's hair, combing through it tenderly as his beloved only continued fucking his own throat on his lord's length. The other grasped the sheets on the mattress, holding on tight as Henry worked to drown him in pleasure.
It was getting terrifyingly obvious what they were doing from how creaky the shitty inn bed was. Every hard thrust of the two fingers in his arse had Hans's own volume increasing alongside the waves of pleasure crashing into him. The warmth of Henry's mouth felt like it would melt him. His navel twisted with the building and all consuming euphoria. He was so close that it hurt.
Henry let go of him right before Hans could reach for that sweet release. Fingers left his hole. That dedicated mouth on his cock was suddenly pulling off his length and leaving him cold.
For a second, Hans worried Henry was getting up in response to hearing someone discovering their sinful act. His heart pounded harder from the uptick of fear. Blue eyes shot open and towards the door. It was still locked tight.
Hans could have breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Henry was merely pulling down his own hose to bare his stiff erection.
Hans wasn't left wanting for long.
Henry kissed Hans’s ankle tenderly as Hans had his legs thrown over broad shoulders he could barely keep his eyes off of whenever Henry was at the forge. The tip of Henry's cock drooled against Hans's tight hole only for a heartbeat before it was insistently pressing inside.
The pink pucker of Hans's rim spread tight around the sheer girth of Henry's cock. The hand not occupied with keeping Hans quiet was tenderly at the small of his back while Hans clung to Henry like letting go would make him vanish. He dug his nails in to skin to make sure he wouldn't.
The altar Hans had left that day was far away in his mind as Henry mounted him like a beast in rut. He fucked his way into him, shallow thrusts slowly becoming deeper until Hans could feel Henry's balls slapping against the curve of his arse. Hans couldn't stop his eyes rolling back as girth and length crushed the tender nerves inside of him. It always felt like if he put a hand on his navel, he could feel Henry's cock bottom out inside of him.
Henry wasn't a size to laugh at. In fact, if Hans didn't enjoy it inside him as much as he did, he would hate that Henry had been blessed with a larger cock than he had. Not that Hans left any lover wanting! Henry was just a beast compared to his noblehood in many ways.
Two fingers hadn't been enough, but Hans had a feeling that Henry had wanted to be a bit rougher that early morning. He wanted him to feel him and make it obvious how much Hans needed his cock. Pausing once pressing deep enough inside to make both of their hips hurt from the closeness, Henry forced Hans to think just that.
After all, the day before could have been the last they saw of each other. Not only that, but it felt worse that instead of a siege, it would be mere politics and status separating them. It felt like such a stupid reason. Under him like this, Hans couldn't believe he had debated upon his kidnapping.
Henry had at least soaked him in oil for the rough fuck. Hans could even feel how the other man throbbed from just being inside of him.
For once, he decided to complain about the need to ride a horse right after later. Right now, Henry was risking taking his hand off Hans's mouth so he could capture his lips in a passionate kiss that stole the nobleman's cupid-pierced heart.
Henry caressed his lord’s hips before sliding his cock back out until just the head was inside of Hans's tight hole before he started fucking him in earnest. The way muscles formed from blacksmithing and warfare flexed as Henry thrust into him was a sight worth dying for to his lord. Henry knew that, but he couldn't leave from tangling their tongues lest his lord grace the entire town with his voice.
The burn of building orgasm reignited as Henry's abs rubbed against his lord's eager cock. Hans desperately wanted to fall into it.
Yet Henry took his hand before Hans could touch his own aching cock. Their fingers interlaced and were pinned together above Hans's head. Lips parted for a risky gasping breath.
"Cum without it, Hans." Henry dared to command as his thrusts became purposefully harsh jerks right into the other man's most sensitive nerves. The friction would drive both of them mad.
Hans toes curled. His back arched off their shared bed. He cursed too loudly before Henry was choking him with a lustful tongue and kiss once again.
Henry had been fixated on him cumming just from being fucked up the arse ever since his lord had accidentally orgasmed that way few times in their time together. Henry always filled him with his own seed to the point of overflowing each time he did. Remembering that sent Hans tumbling down into sweet release.
Streaks of white spilled in ribbons across Capon's abs, Henry's hungry thrusts milking every drop from his cock until drops were oozing down his length. The euphoria cut into Hans in a way that made him understand why this was called sin. It was mindnumbingly good. Better than any other lay he had ever had. He never orgasmed hard enough to call it true bliss without Henry.
If Henry hadn't bent him nearly in half to kiss him deep enough to choke him silent, the entire town they were in would have heard from his own mouth how much Lord Hans Capon liked having a blacksmith's son fuck him like a common whore.
Hips rammed against the seat of his ass with bold thrusts until they could have both been bruised. Cum was smeared along both their torsos. Warmth suddenly pooled inside Hans. He could feel Henry's cock twitching so heavily inside him as his page spilled every drop of his hot seed deep inside of his core. Henry was moaning into their tangled tongues too.
It was then that Hans felt like Henry didn't actually fuck him like a common whore. He fucked him more like a man desperate to sire a son in his new bride. A bride he actually loved. A child they actually wanted. Henry even stilled his hips at the deepest penetration, locking in his seed for as long as he could. It would never take, but that didn't stop Hans clenching around him from the pleasure in knowing exactly what kind of claim he wanted to make on him.
Henry held him close, embracing Hans as tightly as their bodies would allow. They both kissed one another until they were sure they could each catch their breath silently. Hans could already feel the sheer amount of Henry's seed dribbling down the cleft of his arse from where it leaked around the thick cock slowly softening inside of him.
"Could we please stay another night?" Hans asked in a breathy tone that made it sound like it wasn't a question, but a whining demand. "Hours on horseback doesn't sound pleasant when I've already been hammered on your forge."
"I can pad your saddle." Henry chuckled at the groan he got in response.
"You are Lucifer himself." Hans tossed out the insult, but Henry only kissed him until another soft moan was escaping Hans's throat.
"Well, that might make a certain stop I have planned a little awkward then." Henry responded only after making Hans's lips redder from their harsh kisses again.
"What have you planned?" Hans asked a little accusatorily, wary of the times they had gotten into trouble with their jaunts at this point in his life.
"You'll see. If we go now, we can get there around sunrise. I reckon that will the perfect time for it."