[ 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. ]
[Hans's hips rock up into Henry's grip, his cock sliding smooth and good into Henry's. With Henry's additional grip to his seat, it's far too easy to imagine Henry properly sheathed inside of him, burying deeper with each thrust. Henry noses in along his jaw and Hans nibbles at his ear. His teeth tug at the lobe, nipping and biting where he can reach before he shifts lower.
He's rather be able to tilt his neck, but that's simply not possible right now. Even the little movement to ease his lips lower sends an additional shock of pain through his system. He pauses to catch his breath and allow the pain to ebb before he presses his lips to the side of Henry's neck.]
[ His breathing picks up when Hans finds his ear with teeth, knowing where and how to give Henry attention to get his pulse racing. He wants to make a sound but knows he shouldn't, instead muffling low, quiet moans in the back of his throat, clinging to Hans tighter. His hand strokes them a little quicker, hips twitching toward Hans' length with the urgent need for more that they can't have. ]
Hans... [ Slips out of him quietly by the time lips meet his neck. Henry's breaths puff out quick and warm against Hans's skin where he nuzzles into him, dipping his head lower to place a kiss to Hans' shoulder. Henry is practically rutting up against his own hand, keeping Hans tightly pressed to him so they can feel one another, mouth parting against his skin as he puffs out low, needy sounds in between. ]
[Hans knows they probably shouldn't be doing this, not when the water laps around them at each roll of their hips. They're making noise, even if they are both silent. The water must give them away, Hans thinks, and yet it's that thought that pushes him over the edge. The thought of them getting caught, of the injured lord in so deep with Henry to risk being caught.
Because he is: so deep with Henry that he doesn't want to imagine anyone else.
Hans's hips buck wildly into Henry's hands for a moment or two as the heat in his belly tightens and then explodes through him, washing over him like the water in the tub.]
[ Henry helps him through those last desperate movements, heat coursing through him feeling Hans let go, even though he wishes he could hear him too. Even if Hans had full use of his vocal chords, they couldn't here, not like he wants to.
It's easy to follow Hans with the desperation and build up, and the urgency in Hans' own need. Henry presses his mouth to his shoulder and breathes hard, panting against him as he bucks up and up into his own hand until he's also spilling between them, teeth pressing gently into Hans' skin where he muffles his groan. Shoulders tremble and he keeps his head lowered, the arm around Hans tightening with the need to keep him close. ]
[Hans moans as Henry muffles all that sound into his shoulder. It feels as if Henry is pouring it into him, all those noises that are reserved just for him. Hans sighs as Henry climaxes into the water and then pulls him close. He adores being held like this, as if nothing else in the world matters, as if only the two of them exist.
Slowly relaxing against Henry, Hans curls one hand at the base of his neck and the other into his chestnut hair.
Hans can't say anything, but he does write, well done, my Henry.]
( ooc: sorry for slow btw I sprained my wrist recently so typing has been no bueno )
[ The praise, even something as simple as being held, washes over him warmly and Henry could easily sink into it for a long, long time and remain content. For these few long moments he doesn't have to worry about anything but holding Hans close and reveling in the heat of his body within the warm tub, lips pressed to skin and hands grasping at his back. It feels nice. It always does, being this close.
When Henry draws up again he almost kisses Hans' neck on instinct but stops himself just before lips touch the bandage. Oh, right. Instead, he leans back entirely, face flush as he looks at Hans with an almost shy smile. ]
It'll be better next time when we can take our time.
(ooc: Oh my gosh! Please take care of yourself first and foremost. <3)
[Hans is blissfully content to hook his heels around Henry's waist and lean against him as much as possible. It's entirely not dignified or something someone of his status should do, but behind the fabric separating them from the rest of the Den, he feels invincible.
Well, not counting the two holes in his neck.
Hans kisses the underside of Henry's jaw before settling again. He's curled around Henry in the best way and he's perfectly content to stay this way. He writes across Henry's shoulder, Perhaps once I've healed, we can go on a hunting trip. Just the two of us.]
[ Henry is certain no one could really take Hans' love for hunting away from him and this proves as much, the lord willing to go back out there even after getting skewered by an arrow himself. He can admire that. Then again, maybe "hunting" is just an excuse for them to be alone, and Henry is happy with that too.
One hand rubs soothingly against Hans' lower back where he's holding him. He wants to lean back and close his eyes but he keeps them on the tent flap out of paranoia. Maybe he should have brought Mutt with them to post right outside. ]
But yes, I'll go. Anywhere you want. Just the two of us.
[Hans hurries to write, Perhaps we will hunt for the sausage instead of stags before he gives his hips a teasing wiggle against Henry's. He snakes one hand down Henry's front and is about to complete his hunt for Henry's sausage when the sawbones calls from the other side of the fabric.]
My Lord, it is time to check your wounds.
[Hans nearly jumps out of his skin at the sound of someone else's voice. He withdraws from Henry and leans on the other side of the tub. The movement sends a shock of pain through his neck as he struggles to keep his wounds above the level of the water.
Then he remembers he doesn't have a voice without Henry's help so he returns to Henry to write on his arm, Tell him I will be out in a minute.
And then he silently curses all the interruptions they've suffered in the past twenty-four hours.]
[ Henry quickly realizes his error in not having brought clothes down with them. He now has to slip out of the tub and get into his braies to face the good surgeon, while hoping and praying he'll be taken seriously. He hadn't expected to run into anyone but the bath maids before they headed back to their room.
Sighing, he does indeed get up to pat dry the best he can and slip on the shorts, giving Hans one last look before he steps out of the tent to face the man. ]
He'll be out in a moment. There was an incident this morning... [ Sorry Hans, he's going to tell the sawbones what happened out of the goodness of his heart, and because they'll need to stitch him back up again anyway. Best to let him know. ]
[Hans sulks as he, too, slips out of the bath and reality comes crashing down around his ears. He'd need stitching up and then after that, they would have to write the missive to Hanush. So much for private time with Henry. He dries himself down with his braies before slipping them on and stepping through the fabric divider.
Beside the hints of blood around the bandaging, blotches of bruises have begun to develop down the sides of Hans's neck. He glances over at Henry at the mention of an incident, sorely tempted to quiet him. However, he knew that the sawbones would see the issue regardless.
As Hans stands there impatiently, the surgeon carefully unwinds the bandages, leaning in to examine the damage.]
It would be best if we repaired this in the infirmary.
[ Henry nods in agreement, trying not to feel a prickling sense of shame in how intimately they had just been jostling about and likely irritated Hans' injury even more. He hopes they don't look as guilty as he feels. Surely the surgeon would have no way of knowing? ]
Let's go get you dressed, Sir Hans. I can bring him down once he's decent.
[ Because he would also like to change, thank you very much. ]
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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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He's rather be able to tilt his neck, but that's simply not possible right now. Even the little movement to ease his lips lower sends an additional shock of pain through his system. He pauses to catch his breath and allow the pain to ebb before he presses his lips to the side of Henry's neck.]
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Hans... [ Slips out of him quietly by the time lips meet his neck. Henry's breaths puff out quick and warm against Hans's skin where he nuzzles into him, dipping his head lower to place a kiss to Hans' shoulder. Henry is practically rutting up against his own hand, keeping Hans tightly pressed to him so they can feel one another, mouth parting against his skin as he puffs out low, needy sounds in between. ]
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Because he is: so deep with Henry that he doesn't want to imagine anyone else.
Hans's hips buck wildly into Henry's hands for a moment or two as the heat in his belly tightens and then explodes through him, washing over him like the water in the tub.]
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It's easy to follow Hans with the desperation and build up, and the urgency in Hans' own need. Henry presses his mouth to his shoulder and breathes hard, panting against him as he bucks up and up into his own hand until he's also spilling between them, teeth pressing gently into Hans' skin where he muffles his groan. Shoulders tremble and he keeps his head lowered, the arm around Hans tightening with the need to keep him close. ]
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Slowly relaxing against Henry, Hans curls one hand at the base of his neck and the other into his chestnut hair.
Hans can't say anything, but he does write, well done, my Henry.]
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[ The praise, even something as simple as being held, washes over him warmly and Henry could easily sink into it for a long, long time and remain content. For these few long moments he doesn't have to worry about anything but holding Hans close and reveling in the heat of his body within the warm tub, lips pressed to skin and hands grasping at his back. It feels nice. It always does, being this close.
When Henry draws up again he almost kisses Hans' neck on instinct but stops himself just before lips touch the bandage. Oh, right. Instead, he leans back entirely, face flush as he looks at Hans with an almost shy smile. ]
It'll be better next time when we can take our time.
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[Hans is blissfully content to hook his heels around Henry's waist and lean against him as much as possible. It's entirely not dignified or something someone of his status should do, but behind the fabric separating them from the rest of the Den, he feels invincible.
Well, not counting the two holes in his neck.
Hans kisses the underside of Henry's jaw before settling again. He's curled around Henry in the best way and he's perfectly content to stay this way. He writes across Henry's shoulder, Perhaps once I've healed, we can go on a hunting trip. Just the two of us.]
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You'd still want to, even after what happened?
[ Henry is certain no one could really take Hans' love for hunting away from him and this proves as much, the lord willing to go back out there even after getting skewered by an arrow himself. He can admire that. Then again, maybe "hunting" is just an excuse for them to be alone, and Henry is happy with that too.
One hand rubs soothingly against Hans' lower back where he's holding him. He wants to lean back and close his eyes but he keeps them on the tent flap out of paranoia. Maybe he should have brought Mutt with them to post right outside. ]
But yes, I'll go. Anywhere you want. Just the two of us.
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My Lord, it is time to check your wounds.
[Hans nearly jumps out of his skin at the sound of someone else's voice. He withdraws from Henry and leans on the other side of the tub. The movement sends a shock of pain through his neck as he struggles to keep his wounds above the level of the water.
Then he remembers he doesn't have a voice without Henry's help so he returns to Henry to write on his arm, Tell him I will be out in a minute.
And then he silently curses all the interruptions they've suffered in the past twenty-four hours.]
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Sighing, he does indeed get up to pat dry the best he can and slip on the shorts, giving Hans one last look before he steps out of the tent to face the man. ]
He'll be out in a moment. There was an incident this morning... [ Sorry Hans, he's going to tell the sawbones what happened out of the goodness of his heart, and because they'll need to stitch him back up again anyway. Best to let him know. ]
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Beside the hints of blood around the bandaging, blotches of bruises have begun to develop down the sides of Hans's neck. He glances over at Henry at the mention of an incident, sorely tempted to quiet him. However, he knew that the sawbones would see the issue regardless.
As Hans stands there impatiently, the surgeon carefully unwinds the bandages, leaning in to examine the damage.]
It would be best if we repaired this in the infirmary.
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Let's go get you dressed, Sir Hans. I can bring him down once he's decent.
[ Because he would also like to change, thank you very much. ]
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hope you are feeling better! <3
ty! much better
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