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In the low light of the remaining embers burning away in the fireplace, Henry watched himself in the mirror as his hands made quick work of the fabric at the back of his neck, tying it into a neat little bow. It was a beautiful pink necklace with a green pendant, matching the extravagant satin dress he was already wearing.
Henry had been pleasantly surprised when Hans showed up one day, a rosy tint to his cheeks and with a large package in his hands. And when Henry pulled out the dress to the sound of Hans’ steady ramblings about how he spotted it at the local tailor and simply could not walk past it, Henry could feel his own face heating up at the thought of trying it on for the other man.
They had spent their fair share talking about this, in the occasional moment of ecstasy, about how Hans wanted to spoil Henry with finery becoming of a noble’s lady, how his muscular frame was basically made to be accentuated by a corset. Only the finest materials should be reserved for Hans’ love and protector, and while he might not be able to parade Henry around for everyone to see, Hans would still be able to stake his claim. When they’re alone, just the two of them, but that didn’t take anything away from the gravity of it all.
Done with the finishing touches, Henry let his hands wander down the front of the dress, feeling the material of the corset tight around his chest and hips. Squeezing the meat of his muscular pectorals into what can only be described as captivating cleavage, the hair on his chest making for a beautiful contrast to the dainty frills adorning the dress.
“Oh my god, Henry.”
Hans’ voice breaking the silence made Henry jump, having been so caught up in the look and feel of the dress that he didn’t even notice Hans entering their shared room.
“You look..”
“Silly?” Henry provided, still somewhere between loving the way the dress accentuated his frame and too conscious of his broad shoulders and arms.
“I was going to say breathtaking actually,” Hans said, something in his voice that could only be described as reverence, “I can’t believe it actually fits.”
“You have a good eye, my Lord.” Henry smiles at him through the mirror, Hans’ face appearing over his right shoulder.
Eager to get his hands on the other man, Hans crossed the room with three long strides, hands coming up to touch Henry’s naked skin between the shoulder straps and sleeves.
Focussing on the sight in front of him, Henry watched Hans get lost in the feel of the fabric, the way it’s wrapping around his lover so artistically.
“The colours compliment you so nicely.. I wish I could take you out for a dance like this, show you off,” Hans whispered, hands moving down the length of the sleeves, feeling the fabric tightening over strong muscles, the result of hard work in the forge and a necessity to protect Hans’ life.
His fingers stopped briefly to play with the frills at the sleeves’ ends, the playful touches making the hairs on Henry’s arms stand up. Hans eventually let his hands slip down to Henry’s hips, fingers gripping the strong bones of the corset.
Their eyes met in the mirror.
Henry suddenly felt way too hot underneath all that fabric, trying to withstand Hans’ gaze. He looked like he wanted to eat the other man whole, and Henry would gladly let him, too.
“Hans..” Henry whispered, breaking the silence, but Hans only shook his head ever so slightly, unsure if in response to whatever it was Henry tried to say or to express his own disbelief at what he was seeing. With careful hands, Hans traced along the seams of the corset, up and up until he reached Henry’s bare chest, goosebumps spreading where his fingers caressed the soft flesh threatening to spill out of its confines.
Henry could see himself reacting to Hans’ ministrations in the mirror’s reflection, lips parted on a soft little noise and a red flush barely visible underneath all the hair on his chest, but complimenting the pink of the dress beautifully nonetheless.
“Look at you, my knight traded his shining armour for something much more delicate,” Hans moves to press his lips against the sensitive skin behind Henry’s ear, pausing for a moment to take in the other man’s scent, flowers and leather and something distinctly Henry.
“And he blushes so beautifully for me as well.” Hans laughed, drunk with the noises spilling from Henry’s lips as he continued to kiss his way along Henry’s neck and shoulder, almost in disbelief of the scene unfolding in front of him.
Hans was so tempted to undo the bow holding the choker around Henry’s neck with his teeth, pulling on the fabric until it revealed the soft skin of his neck. Instead, he hooked one finger underneath the necklace, gently tugging on it until Henry let his head fall back onto Hans’ shoulder, closing his eyes.
“You’re so gorgeous,” Hans whispered, free hand moving down back over Henry’s chest and his abdomen, until curious fingers eventually reached the other man’s hips. Despite all the fabric, Hans could tell that Henry was half hard already.
“And so very responsive to praise..” Hans loved to see Henry like this, his desires so openly on display.
Squeezing Henry’s erection through the fabric of the skirts, Hans almost felt lightheaded when he heard the soft moans spilling from the other man’s lips.
“You already know it’s for you, always for you.” Henry whimpered, obviously unable to decide whether he should rock his hips forward into Hans’ hand or back, teasing him.
“Henry, let me please..” Hans whined, overwhelmed now, hips bucking on their own accord, desperate for some friction as he pulled up the skirts of the dress so they bunched up around Henry’s hips.
Hans moaned when he realised Henry wasn’t wearing anything underneath the dress.
A fervent nod from Henry was all Hans needed to make quick work of the fastenings of his own trousers, freeing his hard cock and giving it a few rough strokes, gasping at the friction.
Reaching around, Hans offered Henry his hand, pupils blown wide. Henry understood immediately and spit into Hans’ hand, who sighed with relief as he wrapped his fingers back around his cock, precum mixing with Henry’s spit and making for a much smoother glide.
Hans didn’t waste any more time then, both hands wrapped around Henry’s hips again as he unceremoniously buried himself between Henry’s muscular thighs, using his slightly taller height to his advantage. Hans could feel the head of his cock pushing against the back of Henry’s balls, muscles flexing until Hans felt like he'd put his dick inside a vice. The sheer desperation of it, the insatiable hunger he’s felt ever since Hans got to be close to Henry for the first time, threatened to consume him, swallow him whole.
Moving the hand that wasn’t busy with Henry’s dress, Hans wrapped his fingers back around Henry’s own neglected cock, head bright red and steadily leaking precome now. Timing his strokes to the rhythm of his own hips snapping back against Henry’s thighs, Hans could feel every muscle in Henry’s body growing taut like a bowstring.
“If this is all it takes to- drive you mad with lust,” Henry breathing heavily now, “I’ll gladly indulge you more often.”
Hans didn’t need to look at Henry’s face in the mirror to know the other man was grinning like the cat that got the cream.
“Oh Christ alive, won’t you-“ But Hans got distracted immediately by Henry changing his stance slightly, flexing his thighs, and Hans had to bury his face in Henry’s shoulder to stifle his moan.
Disregarding the skirts, Hans grew exceedingly more desperate to touch Henry’s chest again, running his fingers through the hair and pinching one of the neglected nipples that spilled out of the corset, making for an obscene display of debauchery.
Just like the view of Hans still working Henry’s cock underneath the skirts that have fallen back over Henry’s midriff, but the steady back and forth of Hans’ hand clearly visible and unmistakable. The room filled with the sounds they shared between them and the slick glide of hands on flesh, feeling touch starved despite spending as much time together as possible, as limited as it might be.
There was a certain shared hunger between them that nothing could quite satisfy, they could only hope to keep it at bay for a little while.
Hans is certain that no amount of time could sate the need to be with the other man, utterly in love with him as he was, body and soul.
Reaching behind him, Henry buried his hands in the meat of Hans’ thighs, trying to bring them even closer together.
“Come with me, Hans.” He whispered, voice breathless and raspy, like he just came back from a long practice fight.
It’s like Henry flipped a switch with his words, because in the next moment, Hans’ movements grew even more desperate, hips snapping relentlessly like a rabbit’s, just one goal in mind.
Hans buries his head in Henry’s neck as he comes, feeling feverish almost, but he still had half a mind to direct his gaze back to the mirror just in time to watch Henry come as well, eyes shut tightly and features twisted in ecstasy, Hans’ name falling from his lips like a prayer.
Hans could feel Henry’s come on his hand as he moved to pull it out from underneath the skirts, but not without running his fingers along the inside of Henry’s thigh, collecting his own, mixing the remnants of their shared pleasure.
Of course Hans made a point to lock eyes with Henry as he lifted the cum-covered hand to his lips, sucking on each of his fingers with a loud pop and a devilish grin. Henry watched him for a moment, before quick fingers encircled Hans’ wrist, stopping the movement.
Finally turning around to face Hans directly, Henry’s gaze never faltered as he sucked each of Hans’ fingers into his mouth, humming at the taste.
Hans looked at him the same way he did when he first entered their room earlier that night, with undivided attention and pure reverence.
“Henry of Skalitz, I fucking love you.”