[ Henry makes sure Hans isn't going to slip under the moment he lets go of him and then he goes to grab the bar of soap they've been given to set it at the lip of the tub nearby, before getting in himself.
The water is very warm and very soothing, but Henry can't relax until he washes that blood off of Hans and sees him relaxing too. So, instead of leaning back and enjoying it the way he'd like, he sits closer to Hans and waits for the lord to write. All Henry really needs is the look on Hans' face to understand where his mind is going though. ]
I can't risk getting your blood pumping, Sir. You might bleed out in the water. [ It's a teasing drawl, Henry giving him a little smile as he grabs for the soap to lather into hands. ] Let's get this blood off of you first, anyway. C'mere.
[Henry has earned himself a roll of Hans's lordly eyes. He mouths ha, ha, Henry before focusing on the task at hand. It would be better for him to be properly cleaned off, both for cleanliness reasons and to keep from scaring anyone. After all, he has narrowly avoided death again and he would rather not inflict that on anyone simply minding their business in the Den.
Hans keeps one hand on the rim of the bath as he moves along toward Henry. He has a momentary thought of realizing that if Henry is busy, then how is Hans to talk? He watches Henry lather the soap in his hands and has the fear that he won't be able to communicate.]
[ It's quiet save for the shuffling of the people waking up and starting their day outside of the tent, and the soft sounds of the water in the tub, and their breathing. Henry is already sick of hearing his own voice and he misses Hans' open rambling something fierce. Saying so feels cruel though, so he keeps the thought to himself.
Soapy hands reach out to drag down Hans's shoulders and arms, surprisingly gentle where they scrub away the drying blood. Hans could easily wash himself of course but Henry knows he's in pain, and while Hans certainly doesn't need more spoiling in his life, he deserves it in this situation. Henry isn't so cruel as to deny him the pleasure.
So he works steadily and quietly, and realizes this is probably the first time in forever they've had the chance to simply sit in silence and coexist, without the nagging urge to fill the space with stories and deflection. ]
[Hans hates the silence, he hates that he can't say something-- anything-- to fill the air around them. He never realized there was so much quiet in the world. As Henry works, Hans tries to keep as still as posisble and his bandages above the water line. One ratting cough escapes him and earns a wince, but he's otherwise incredibly obedient.
He enjoys the attention from Henry, even if it's primarily to work on washing away blood.
Reaching out, Hans writes, Might you pause for a moment? He'd like to kiss is paramour if he's able.]
[ Henry was so distracted by the task at hand (and getting to touch Hans openly is pretty nice), he needs a moment to understand. His brows furrow in confusion. ]
[Hans gives a careful shake of his head as he navigates over to Henry. He leans in to brush one hand across Henry's cheek before leaning in to press a kiss to his lips. His neck doesn't approve of the movement but Hans forces himself to ignore it for now.]
[ Oh, he thinks foolishly, just as Hans' lips meet his. His eyes flicker to the closed tent flap for a brief moment before he focuses on Hans instead, and it's all too easy to lean into the affection, starved for it himself. He keeps the kiss simple and sweet while a hand sits on Hans' side beneath the water, wishing he could draw him close and be reckless, but he knows they can't. ]
[Hans wants desperately to be reckless with Henry, to ride Henry despite his injury. His body won't allow it, but that doesn't stop Hans from wanting. He curls one leg around one of Henry's as he deepens the kiss. His tongue licks across Henry's lip to request access.
His fingers brush over Henry's side, writing I want you, Henry.]
[ It's been difficult to refuse Hans much of anything on a good day, but here and now it's even trickier, and Henry's body doesn't know any better when it's naked and close to this man he cares so much about. His brain is trying to fight back though, knowing they shouldn't - for many reasons, but mostly: ]
We can't- [ He murmurs quietly against Hans' mouth, squeezing his hip as if that will stop Hans at all. ] It's too dangerous, you already split open your stitches, Hans...
[ Henry sighs, frustrated, but he isn't drawing away either. ]
[Henry tells him they can't and Hans leans away to frown at him. His fingers write across Henry's side, I will survive this. He doesn't know this for sure, but there's urgency in how he curls his leg around Henry's. He pulls them closer, until their bodies press flush against each other.
[ It is very stupid and reckless, and not just because of where they are. Henry's eyes fall to the bandages around Hans' neck and he tries desperately not to think of Hans' terrified face on the forest floor, or his blood-filled mouth, or those terrible, terrible choking sounds he'd made. Hans should be resting. Maybe Henry should have stayed outside of the tub, but he knows Hans never would have stood for that either.
He takes a deep breath and presses his forehead to Hans' on the exhale, his other arm wrapping around Hans' middle to draw him closer. ]
Nothing strenuous, alright? Fuck's sake... [ Despite the cursing, Henry sounds so very fond, and when he tilts his head down again it's to resume their kissing properly. ]
[Oh God bless him. Henry seems to have made a turn and when he presses his lips to Hans's, Hans tries to make a soft, pleased sound. However, per usual, he can't make so much as a whisper. He curls his arms around Henry's shoulders and wraps his legs around Henry's middle.
Hans would be lying if he said that kissing didn't hurt. Each slight movement of his neck sends a searing burst of pain through him, but it's not enough to slow him down. He wants this so terribly he can't imagine going without.]
[ Just yesterday morning they were laughing and joking around about Hans' bruised arse, and here they are now with far worse injuries, and Henry can't help but want to treat him like he's made of glass. They shouldn't be doing this but even mute, Hans has a way of getting Henry to do what he wants anyway.
Mouths part to slowly deepen the kiss, Henry's arms around him, one hand wandering down Hans' back and over the swell of his rear. He holds Hans close as he leans back against the side of the tub, making sure Hans' shoulders and neck don't get close to the water. It's strange not hearing the little sounds and hums of pleasure Hans usually gives him, instead listening to his breaths as hands wander over the lord's body. ]
[Hans simply adores how Henry molds his lips to his, how he deepens their kiss. Hans is properly wrapped around him and still Henry finds ways to pull them closer. Hans gasps at the touch to his seat and he would love to make a sound to signal to Henry that he's enjoying every touch.
He breathes out, tries to form a single word. Instead of silence, though, he manages a whispered,] Hen--
[He doesn't get Henry's full name out and the stress leaves his throat burning.]
[ The one syllable of his name is so quiet he almost doesn't hear it at first, but once his brain registers that was Hans and not some rustling from outside, he draws back to look at Hans, surprised. ]
[ Henry lets out a relieved rush of air and it's so good to see Hans smiling like that, it widens his own. ]
Look at that, all I had to do was put my tongue in your mouth, aye? [ He chuckles and squeezes around Hans' hips. ] Don't push it too much, you're supposed to be resting, remember?
[Hans opens his mouth to laugh, but it's silent. He quickly reaches for Henry to write on his chest, Imagine what might happen if you stick something else in me. His throat, however, is absolutely white hot with pain from his efforts. Hans keeps one hand on the base of it as waves of pain wash through him. Was it worth it to speak something? Yes, absolutely.
[ His face floods red at the implication, huffing out a flustered breath. ]
Hans. [ It's a quiet chastising, though he's hardly upset. Just getting that bit out of Hans brightened him so much, with enough rest and healing, he'll be yammering again in no time. A spark of hope is as good as any.
Leaning in, he kisses the curve of Hans' jaw reassuringly, sighing there. ] It's okay. I'm surprised you even managed that much but it's... good. Great. You'll be chanting my name again in no time.
[ It's a little cheeky as he gets another handful of Hans' arse for good measure. ]
[Hans grins at Henry, keeping one arm around Henry's shoulders and the other writing across Henry's chest, Or moaning it. Which is only confirmed when Henry grabs his ass. Hans releases a heady sigh and jerks his hips against Henry's.
Hans slips one hand down Henry's front, finding his prick and giving it a squeeze.]
[ It's his turn to have to bite back a sound, surprised and rattling, because his prick is way too interested in being naked and close to Hans like this, already reacting to his touch. Yes, he very much wishes they could be somewhere truly private with Hans' voice working again so he can hear his lover moan his name. Very much so.
One of his hands drags around to mirror Hans' touch, petting over his stomach and down to palm up Hans' length too in a slow stroke. Henry noses his way back to Hans' lips then, seeking out another greedy kiss while his hand strokes him slow and steady beneath the water. ]
[Hans's hips stutters into Henry's touch as he tries to focus on mirroring Henry's attentions. His fingers curl tighter around Henry as he strokes from base to tip in a steady rhythm. His hips roll against Henry's, seeking out more friction.
He forces his voice to work once more to earn a quiet,] Hen--
[ Even that tiny, strained part of his name sends heat through Henry, and a selfish part of him wants to encourage more, even though he shouldn't. He breathes out raggedly between kisses and presses his own hips up into the tighter curl of Hans' fingers, muffling a moan of his own in his throat. ]
Here, let me- Just- [ Whispered quietly as his hand tries to nudge Hans' away so he can grab both of their lengths instead, pressed up together between the cradle of his fingers. It's maddening how quickly he's grown hard just from a simple touch, and getting to have Hans to himself like this still feels like a dream sometimes. ]
[Hans slows his stroking so Henry can take over, stroking both of them. He gasps into Henry's mouth, his lips dragging over Henry's lips until they settle at his cheek. There Hans mouths words of praise, compliments silently spoken into his skin.
With his freed hand, Hans curls his fingers at Henry's shoulder, both to keep himself high enough in the water and to squeeze the muscle there. God bless this blacksmith and his broad shoulders.]
[ Henry holds him close while his hand strokes them together, squeezing while his hips drag up against him for added friction. The water slows everything down but it's good, and he can hardly hold back his own moans, low and quiet as he tries to keep them. He can't hear Hans but he can feel his breaths and even those sighs and gasps are everything right now. He's always loved feeling Hans cling to him like this too, and if they were anywhere else, and Hans wasn't injured...
Later, later. They'll have time to do whatever they want later. (God, he hopes. Don't let Hanush send his men even sooner because of this accident, he thinks selfishly.)
He doesn't really want to be thinking about Hanush right now though, so he turns his head to nose into Hans' jaw and kiss there, breathing out in shallow pants as they rub and stroke together. It feels good just being close, and Henry's other hand rests against Hans' noble seat, gripping him there with each roll of their hips. ]
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The water is very warm and very soothing, but Henry can't relax until he washes that blood off of Hans and sees him relaxing too. So, instead of leaning back and enjoying it the way he'd like, he sits closer to Hans and waits for the lord to write. All Henry really needs is the look on Hans' face to understand where his mind is going though. ]
I can't risk getting your blood pumping, Sir. You might bleed out in the water. [ It's a teasing drawl, Henry giving him a little smile as he grabs for the soap to lather into hands. ] Let's get this blood off of you first, anyway. C'mere.
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Hans keeps one hand on the rim of the bath as he moves along toward Henry. He has a momentary thought of realizing that if Henry is busy, then how is Hans to talk? He watches Henry lather the soap in his hands and has the fear that he won't be able to communicate.]
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Soapy hands reach out to drag down Hans's shoulders and arms, surprisingly gentle where they scrub away the drying blood. Hans could easily wash himself of course but Henry knows he's in pain, and while Hans certainly doesn't need more spoiling in his life, he deserves it in this situation. Henry isn't so cruel as to deny him the pleasure.
So he works steadily and quietly, and realizes this is probably the first time in forever they've had the chance to simply sit in silence and coexist, without the nagging urge to fill the space with stories and deflection. ]
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He enjoys the attention from Henry, even if it's primarily to work on washing away blood.
Reaching out, Hans writes, Might you pause for a moment? He'd like to kiss is paramour if he's able.]
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[ Henry was so distracted by the task at hand (and getting to touch Hans openly is pretty nice), he needs a moment to understand. His brows furrow in confusion. ]
What is it? Is something wrong? Are you in pain?
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His fingers brush over Henry's side, writing I want you, Henry.]
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We can't- [ He murmurs quietly against Hans' mouth, squeezing his hip as if that will stop Hans at all. ] It's too dangerous, you already split open your stitches, Hans...
[ Henry sighs, frustrated, but he isn't drawing away either. ]
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Please, Henry, he writes against Henry's side.]
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He takes a deep breath and presses his forehead to Hans' on the exhale, his other arm wrapping around Hans' middle to draw him closer. ]
Nothing strenuous, alright? Fuck's sake... [ Despite the cursing, Henry sounds so very fond, and when he tilts his head down again it's to resume their kissing properly. ]
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Hans would be lying if he said that kissing didn't hurt. Each slight movement of his neck sends a searing burst of pain through him, but it's not enough to slow him down. He wants this so terribly he can't imagine going without.]
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Mouths part to slowly deepen the kiss, Henry's arms around him, one hand wandering down Hans' back and over the swell of his rear. He holds Hans close as he leans back against the side of the tub, making sure Hans' shoulders and neck don't get close to the water. It's strange not hearing the little sounds and hums of pleasure Hans usually gives him, instead listening to his breaths as hands wander over the lord's body. ]
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He breathes out, tries to form a single word. Instead of silence, though, he manages a whispered,] Hen--
[He doesn't get Henry's full name out and the stress leaves his throat burning.]
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Did you say something? [ Henry smiles. ]
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[The burning that follows has Hans reaching up for his neck, but he's smiling nonetheless.]
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Look at that, all I had to do was put my tongue in your mouth, aye? [ He chuckles and squeezes around Hans' hips. ] Don't push it too much, you're supposed to be resting, remember?
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Writing out more, Can't say much more. Hurts.]
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Hans. [ It's a quiet chastising, though he's hardly upset. Just getting that bit out of Hans brightened him so much, with enough rest and healing, he'll be yammering again in no time. A spark of hope is as good as any.
Leaning in, he kisses the curve of Hans' jaw reassuringly, sighing there. ] It's okay. I'm surprised you even managed that much but it's... good. Great. You'll be chanting my name again in no time.
[ It's a little cheeky as he gets another handful of Hans' arse for good measure. ]
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Hans slips one hand down Henry's front, finding his prick and giving it a squeeze.]
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One of his hands drags around to mirror Hans' touch, petting over his stomach and down to palm up Hans' length too in a slow stroke. Henry noses his way back to Hans' lips then, seeking out another greedy kiss while his hand strokes him slow and steady beneath the water. ]
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He forces his voice to work once more to earn a quiet,] Hen--
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Here, let me- Just- [ Whispered quietly as his hand tries to nudge Hans' away so he can grab both of their lengths instead, pressed up together between the cradle of his fingers. It's maddening how quickly he's grown hard just from a simple touch, and getting to have Hans to himself like this still feels like a dream sometimes. ]
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With his freed hand, Hans curls his fingers at Henry's shoulder, both to keep himself high enough in the water and to squeeze the muscle there. God bless this blacksmith and his broad shoulders.]
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Later, later. They'll have time to do whatever they want later. (God, he hopes. Don't let Hanush send his men even sooner because of this accident, he thinks selfishly.)
He doesn't really want to be thinking about Hanush right now though, so he turns his head to nose into Hans' jaw and kiss there, breathing out in shallow pants as they rub and stroke together. It feels good just being close, and Henry's other hand rests against Hans' noble seat, gripping him there with each roll of their hips. ]
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hope you are feeling better! <3
ty! much better
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