Page 79 of Hansel and Gerhardt
His earnest eyes staring deep into Hansel’s, he said, “I’m perfectly satisfied. I’ve never been happier, and I will never be happier. Only I know you won’t try this if you think there’s any chance of hurting me.” Hansel shifted uncomfortably, but Gerhardt kept his seat, eyes locked onto those which wandered the ceiling.
It wasn’t as though Hansel didn’t want to. It wasn’t as though he hadn’t spent hours wondering what it might be like to be inside Gerhardt. The way he’d meditated on the sounds Gerhardt made when he entered Hansel, when he was fully inside, the way Gerhardt’s body went almost limp with pleasure.
His dick surged to life, and to spite it, Hansel said, “Why would I trust this magical potion to do the trick?”
“First of all, it’s not magical. Or at least I don’t think it is. But Hansel…” His hands slipped to the collar of Hansel’s shirt, and he lowered his voice to a confidential, reverent almost-whisper. “I have it on good authority that this is what they use at the palace.”
“The palace…” Hansel looked again at the pretty little bottle. “No, that can’t be right. How would she know?”
“Of course she knows. Why wouldn’t she know? It’s her business to know.”
Hansel swiped the bottle off the table, uncorking it to peer inside. He twisted the contents around, watching the golden swirls glitter in the light. “How much did this cost you, Gerhardt?”
Gerhardt kept a guilty silence until Hansel looked up with a distinct frown, to which he replied, “I thought you said I should have all the nice things I want.”
Despite everything, a smile spread across Hansel’s face. He dropped a quick peck on Gerhardt’s lips, then leaned back in his chair. “You should. But this—”
Gerhardt wrenched him in and kissed him. “What if you’re the nice thing I want?”
His eyelashes, long and pretty, fluttered. The merest shake over large and dark pupils, the spark of firelight and lust in Gerhardt’s eyes was so intimate that Hansel’s cock made itself known to both of them.
If only he’d been able to suck him off before dinner like he’d planned. Then he might not have been in this mess for at least a few hours. But maybe that was wishful thinking, given how insatiable Gerhardt was…
But Gerhardt had felt him now, and his thighs closed tighter around Hansel’s in response. Gerhardt’s fingers wandered to the string on his shirt, and his lips fell on Hansel’s neck and sucked.
Hansel’s hips thrust forward of their own accord, his fingertips sinking into Gerhardt’s hips. “Gerhardt…” he warned softly.
“Please?” Gerhardt whispered across the shell of his ear, sending a shiver down his back. He kissed his neck right beneath his ear, making his dick pulse. “Please, Hansel?” His teeth sank into his earlobe, and Hansel’s hand on his arse pulled him tight against his ravenous cock.
Gerhardt arched into him, switching the attentions of his mouth to the other side of his neck, while Hansel’s hands ran over his hips, his waist, wrapping around his rib cage. He grasped him, he lifted him, and Gerhardt’s ass landed in the middle of Hansel’s empty lunch plate.
“You’re telling me you’re not satisfied?” Hansel asked, already ripping at the fastenings on Gerhardt’s breeches.
“I’m very well satisfied,” Gerhardt returned, leaning back on his hands, shifting his ass up to allow Hansel to withdraw his breeches. “But if only you could see your dick…”
The breeches became a crumpled heap on the floor, followed quickly by Hansel’s own shirt, and Hansel’s big hand palmed Gerhardt’s tight balls. “Feet on my shoulders.”
“Hansel—”
“Now.” Two strong hands reached beneath the table and yanked it close as Hansel dropped back into his seat. The movement brought Gerhardt’s long and erect dick directly to Hansel’s lips. But he didn’t take it. He waited, letting hot breaths fall over Gerhardt’s crown until he did as told, one tentative foot then the other nestling either side of Hansel’s wide neck.
Fiery eyes worked their way up Gerhardt’s body. The way his hard cock was half shrouded by his white shirt, the way his open vest hinted at the lithe form beneath the clothing, made Hansel command him, “Take it all off.”
“Uh…” It was rare Gerhardt was disconcerted. Unsettled. But it was even rarer he showed any sign of want. And the very existence of that was something Hansel wouldn’t tolerate.
“Take it off. But keep your legs right here.” Hansel’s hands locked around his shins, giving him balance while he claimed his ownership.
Gerhardt pulled the vest from one shoulder, while Hansel dipped his head to the side, kissing Gerhardt’s ankle, though his eyes remained glued to his beloved.
The shirt—thin white linen—was almost translucent. He could see the dark shape of Gerhardt’s nipples peeking through. The deep neckline made him want to lick him all over. He ran his hands along Gerhardt’s legs, beneath the white expanse of his thighs, letting his fingers close on the inside, savouring the touch as the shirt swept up and off, revealing Gerhardt completely naked right there on his plate.
“Now tell me…” He leaned forward and kissed the tip of Gerhardt’s dick, moving back just out of reach as it thrust hungrily towards him. “Tell me what I’m not giving you.”
“It’s not like thaahhhhh…” Gerhardt’s dick sank deep into Hansel’s mouth, and he grasped at the lacquered wood beneath his splayed fingers for purchase.
Hansel took him deep, thumbs sinking into his flesh as he held his legs apart.
Gerhardt meant it. He was very satisfied. Very happy. He, in that moment, wouldn’t have changed a thing.
