Page 30 of Hansel and Gerhardt
Hansel tilted his chin, stretching up for another kiss. A kiss Gerhardt had no strength to deny him. A soft, beautiful kiss, broken with the words, “I don’t think I can be.”
Hansel kissed across Gerhardt’s cheek, letting him speak. “Do you want to be?”
Hansel paused just there, his head dipped into the curve of Gerhardt’s shoulder. His hair brushed Gerhardt’s cheek, and the totality of Gerhardt’s soul begged,Please don’t stop.
Hansel lifted his head, looked deep into his brother’s eyes, and he whispered, “No.” Gerhardt’s fingers gripped Hansel’s cheek, the shadow of his eyelashes dancing across his pale skin. Hansel shook his head. “Don’t wake me. Not for anything.” And he took Gerhardt’s mouth. He pressed up on one arm and pushed Gerhardt back with the ferocity of his kiss, freeing him from his bind with the movement. He trailed a hand down his chest,and down and down, and it stopped at the top of Gerhardt’s breeches.
Gerhardt’s fingers curled over the top of Hansel’s. He hesitated, then he pushed Hansel’s hand down inside his breeches. He wrapped Hansel’s bare fingers around his naked dick, full and strong. His touch was soft but firm, and Gerhardt wondered if that was how he touched himself. The thought made his dick leak, the idea of Hansel using him like he might use himself, the thought he might give Hansel that same pleasure.
Hansel slid his pre-cum-slicked fingers up and down, and that same gorgeous sigh came from Hansel’s lips, only this time Gerhardt took it, breathed it in, swallowed it whole, until it was deep in his chest. The essence of Hansel radiating out from his heart, and making it pound all the stronger, bolder for it. And his dick. How Hansel’s fingers curled, warm, and he shifted closer towards Gerhardt, his knee sliding between Gerhardt’s thighs.
Gerhardt felt like he should have asked if he wanted to keep going. If he really meant it. But Hansel was taking control. His incredible thighs squeezed Gerhardt’s, and he ground his dick up against him, rocking himself against Gerhardt for relief, his cock begging for the same touch. All the while he kissed him, the heady overwhelm of his lips and his hand on his dick throwing Gerhardt off balance.
He should have asked, but his fingers were on the tight string of Hansel’s breeches, pulling, unthreading, lips so precious on his own and that hand…
Gerhardt moved his spare hand to Hansel’s wrist. It was so big and thick, the auburn hairs beneath his touch, every one a little piece of beautiful Hansel alive beneath his skin. He held his wrist just to touch him, just for the feel of the muscles, because Hansel was doing everything right. He felt too good, and it wouldn’t be long until Gerhardt came in his hand and the lot would be over.
The thought panicked him, because what would he say then? He heard himself rasp, “Oh, Hansel. Are you sure?”
“Don’t wake me,” Hansel breathed on a kiss. “Don’t you dare wake me.”
Gerhardt wrenched Hansel’s breeches open and wrapped fingers around a dick that shocked him with its size. “Holy fuck.”
“What’s wro-uhhhhhh…”
Gerhardt had needed that dick in his mouth. He simply had, and Hansel could make whatever he wanted of that.
But he seemed to like it.
And what started as a hot, full-mouthed kiss around the crown of his cock soon turned into more. The weight of Hansel leaning on his shoulders encouraged Gerhardt to take him deeper. The movement of Hansel’s hand on his dick stilled as Hansel lost himself to Gerhardt’s lips, but it remained pleasant as Hansel gripped him tighter.
Gerhardt let out a moan of pleasure as the salty taste of Hansel slid over his tongue, pushing himself closer to Hansel to gain better purchase. He encouraged Hansel up onto his knees, as best he could, because Hansel was utterly thrown by the act. Bewildered, but not for a second about to push him away.
Gerhardt’s fingers slid over the enormous veins in his dick, slick with his spit, and he stroked him, encouraged him deeper into his mouth. His tongue moulded to the curves of his soft skin, and Hansel sighed his name, and how wonderful it sounded floating on the forest air, the two of them alone in nature. The two of them and all the freedom of the wild woods. Free of all constraints, free of pain, free to do whatever they wanted.
Gerhardt tightened his hand around Hansel’s big dick, wanting more of those sounds, needing him, swallowing him as deep as he could. A delicious burst of pre-cum coated his tongue and he grunted for more.
“Gerhardt…” His name on the wind, then Hansel trying to gather himself, stroking Gerhardt’s dick again.
Gerhardt matched his rhythm, every stroke making him take that dick deep, and Hansel soon got the idea. He moved his hand over Gerhardt just as he wanted him to move, and it was the permission and pleasure Gerhardt craved.
Hansel wanted him. Really wanted him, and the surety made Gerhardt mad with desire for him. He stroked him and he sucked him and he cupped his hard balls and Hansel’s delicious moans mingled with his own, and faster, faster he stroked that big and beautiful dick, and Gerhardt doubled over, gripping him tight as Hansel returned the touch with his hand on his cock.
The night turned hot—blinding hot—and every nerve in his body lit with delight. “Fuck,” Gerhardt whispered, his voice ragged with desire. “Oh, fuck, you’re… Oh, Hansel.” The sound turned into a pleasured cry, and he came hard into Hansel’s hand. Hansel kept stroking him, working every ribbon of cum onto his palm, all over his stomach, onto the rock that held them.
His body shaking with his orgasm, his over-sensitive cock wet and hot in that adored palm, Gerhardt took Hansel fully into his mouth.
“No, oh, fuck,” Hansel rasped. “Gerhardt, I’m going to— I won’t be able to stop it.”
Gerhardt pulled off with a wet pop, and Hansel caught himself right on the edge, his abs straining, arm muscles taut, all of him trying to hold back the orgasm.
Gerhardt looked up at him with big eyes and begged, “I’ve been so hungry. Please. Feed it to me, Hansel.”
Hansel’s eyes grew large with lustful wonder. He wrapped one hand around behind Gerhardt’s head. Gerhardt’s delectable mouth opened wide, and Hansel fed him the dick he so sorely needed. One thrust, two, three, four, then blinding pleasure ripped through him. Gerhardt opened his lips just in time forHansel to see his hot spunk soak his pretty mouth. Cum coated his tongue, then ran down Hansel’s shaft as Gerhardt closed his lips around him, swallowed him again and again. And when Gerhardt pressed a finger behind his balls, just like he liked to do to himself, Hansel’s orgasm moved to the next level, an unimagined and appalling pleasure that made him cry out into the night, grip Gerhardt for stability and pull him close, an embrace of love and fear and longing and desire, fingers fisting in his hair, white knuckles and shuddering ecstasy his entire existence.
Gerhardt didn’t let him go until he was sure he’d finished, when he came off a little shocked at himself, bewildered, not sure how to look his brother in the eye after what he’d done. But Hansel immediately clasped his big hands over his biceps and pulled him up to kiss him. He kissed him over and over, tasting his own cum on his tongue. And he was his. It was that simple. Gerhardt was his, and Hansel belonged to Gerhardt.
He relaxed to a kneel, Gerhardt’s knee between his thighs, and he looked into his eyes unguardedly. “You feel the same as me.” Another kiss, adoring. “How did you know? When did you know?”
