Page 81 of Hansel and Gerhardt
The string unfurled, Hansel’s dick was wrenched free, and Hansel withdrew his fingers just long enough to shift the plate from beneath Gerhardt. Gerhardt was already on his knees, then before Hansel knew it, flat on his stomach, splayed out across the table like the most delicious spit roast in existence, and his mouth was hot around Hansel’s dick, gobbling him up.
“Ah, fuck!” Hansel cried. But he wasn’t about to let him slip away so fast.
He spilled drops of the precious golden liquid across the table as he replenished his supply, then slapped a hand down on Gerhardt’s plump ass, pulling him closer, sliding his oily fingers down his crack, and entering him again with three, firm and fast.
Gerhardt’s muffled moans made Hansel want to come in his mouth right then and there, but he was enjoying the sight of him far too much, legs out long, taking Hansel’s finger fucking like he was born for it, writhing on his cock, the movement of his mouth sloppy and desperate.
More. They both needed more.
Hansel’s other hand wrenched his ass wide, and his long arms easily reached their target, a fourth finger joining the others, rocking Gerhardt so hard against the table he slathered pre-cum across the polished surface in his desperate need for friction.
He was a sight to behold. Utterly helpless, a wreck for Hansel’s easy control of him, completely submerged in pleasure, not a care for anything in existence but that moment and that sex.
Hansel was glad he hadn’t sucked him off before dinner, after all.
But now things were becoming pressing, and not just at both ends of Gerhardt. Hansel could feel his orgasm coming for him. It hadn’t taken much from that delicious mouth to push him to the edge, given the sights and sounds before him.
Could Gerhardt feel how tight his balls were? How hard his cock was, and how ready he was? How much he was enjoying having his hand sunk so deep into his beautiful brother?
As if in answer, Gerhardt’s head popped up. He sank begging fingertips into Hansel’s taut abs and cried out, “Please fuck me. Please. Do it now. I can’t wait any longer.”
Hansel released his ass, but Gerhardt, all sex in every movement, shoved him back so hard he fell into his chair. Then Gerhardt was on top of him, his shins resting on Hansel’s great thighs to support himself, his lips frantic against Hansel’s, his tongue desperate for him, his body alive with all too much pleasure, all at once.
And Hansel, on the edge of obliteration, reached out one desperate hand for Gerhardt’s royal lubricant, and slathered his own dick with it just in time for Gerhardt to settle onto him.
“Oh, fuck, Hansel,” he cried out, as his long-held fantasy of being fucked up the ass by his stepbrother began to come to life.
It was a thick dick, and Hansel had prepared him, truly, as best he could. But this…
“Do you want to stop?” Hansel whispered, arms trembling with the effort to hold himself back and not ram his dick into Gerhardt.
“Fuck, no! Are you mad?” Gerhardt’s fingertips scrunched into his shoulders. “I just. Ah…”
Hansel lifted him just a little, cupping his hands beneath his thighs. “You don’t have to take it all.”
“Like hell I don’t,” Gerhardt rasped, sinking himself back down, drowning out Hansel’s next well-meant advice with a kiss. And he didn’t stop kissing him. He worked himself into a rhythm on Hansel’s dick, moaning through the delicious warmth that pushed into him, that filled him every bit as much as Hansel had promised he always would.
Hansel did his best to control himself. To ease the movement for Gerhardt, to lift him and guide him, but above all, to keep himself from letting go, because Gerhardt had been perfectly correct. It was better than anything Hansel could have imagined, not just to be sinking deep into Gerhardt’s tight hole, but to have Gerhardt there in his embrace, breathing for him, existing for him, his own cock and his own presence all Gerhardt knew in the world. He had pleased him. He could feel it in every rise of his chest and gasp and smile and arch of his back.
He let his hands wander down to the curve of his ass, wander over his hole, where he could feel his big dick sliding into him. He grasped at the plump flesh. “You feel too good. Gerhardt, I can’t hold on.”
“Just let me…” He rose, and he fell, and he fucked Hansel, harder, deeper, until he was fully ensconced, both bodies shuddering in shared ecstasy.
Hansel swept Gerhardt’s sweaty hair back, kissed his cheek, and whispered, “Tell me how much you like it.”
Gerhardt rose again, long and slow, trembling all over. “I love it. I love you.”
“Tell me how much I’ve pleased you,” Hansel begged, gripping his flesh tight as he fucked down on him.
“Oh, my love.” Gerhardt kissed his lips, kissed each cheek. “You’ve given me everything. Everything. I love you, now and forever. My only love.”
Hansel’s hands ran over his naked body, reverent of every curve and shift, over his hips, his ribcage, under his arm and behind his neck where he slipped his fingers into his dark hair, pulling him down with a fistful of soft locks.
“More,” came the plea from Gerhardt’s wet lips.
Hansel thrust his hips up, taking his pleasure in him, controlling him with that iron fist, while Gerhardt cried, “More!”
Hansel’s hand slapping down on his ass wrenched him in, and, “Don’t stop,” Gerhardt begged.
