Page 71 of Hansel and Gerhardt
Hansel let out a shout at the shock of cold, but it was soon obliterated by Gerhardt’s molten mouth. The two sensations, so boldly at odds, racked shivers through Hansel’s entire body, a bolt of intensity compounding the lot when Gerhardt pressed a mass of cream up against his entrance, when Hansel’s hips shot forward, when he hit the back of Gerhardt’s throat.
What a sight Gerhardt was, so beautiful, framed by Hansel’s own wide thighs, dark hair, long eyelashes, so much dick in thatperfect mouth. Hansel’s nerves were on fire, every inch of skin pulsating pure pleasure so he wanted to close his eyes, to sink into it. But the sight of Gerhardt. He was too gorgeous to look away.
Hansel bucked his hips again. He wanted to see him take it, not just for the sensation, but how wonderful his dick looked sliding between those abiding lips. Gerhardt slowed his action, allowed Hansel to control it, shifted his head back a little so he could watch. He knew how badly Hansel was getting off on the look of him. He moaned his enjoyment in the movement, in Hansel’s desire for him, his want of control of him.
Hand slick with cream, Gerhardt worked his dick, right up to his lips, then gratuitously down to the hilt, allowing Hansel the perfect view. Hansel’s fingers moved into his hair. His hold was gentle, but instructive, and Gerhardt dissolved into it.
To be adored. To be loved. Things he’d never known. And they made him desperate to please Hansel. He slipped his hand down, gripped his ass, half for leverage, half just for the feel of that flesh in his palm, while his thumb searched out Hansel’s lovely hole.
Hansel encouraged him to move a little faster on his dick, his fingers tightening in his hair when Gerhardt found his rim and pushed against it. “Gerhardt…” he gasped out.
Gerhardt came off his dick, lapping at the crown, softly devouring him, lips sliding over the very tip in such an opulent display of indulgence that it forced from Hansel a rasping, “I can’t. I’m going to come.”
Eyes drunk with lust looked up at him. “Right now?”
“Gerhardt…”
“All over my mouth?”
“Oh fuck.”
“All down my chin?”
“Fuck. Why are you so gorgeous? When did you get like this?”
“Come for me, Hansel.” Gerhardt’s hot hand gripped Hansel’s balls, and he lost all control. His thighs locked around Gerhardt, his hips rammed forward, and Gerhardt devoured his explosion, taking him deep, forcing him to spill hot down his throat as he stroked him, squeezed him, loved him, drank him down.
He worked Hansel through the most intense orgasm of his entire life, then flung his head up victoriously, and said, “Eat!”
Hansel’s hand reached for his cheek. “I want you.”
“You’ll have more of me than you can take soon enough if you do what I say.” Gerhardt pulled back a little, and while Hansel wasn’t sure what he meant, he was putty in Gerhardt’s hands.
Spent, trembling, exhausted, Hansel flung out a hand for the first thing he could find—a soft, sugar-powdered orb, crunchy-shelled, bloated with pistachio cream.
“Good boy,” Gerhardt purred.
Hansel, body alight with the words, brought the treat to his lips, took a bite. “You should eat, Gerhardt. Let’s maybe take a break, and you can eat—”
“Oh, I’ll eat, all right.” And before Hansel could say another word, Gerhardt shoved Hansel’s thighs wide, dived down, and Hansel cried out in ecstatic shock when Gerhardt’s hot tongue found his hole.
“What the fuck?” Hansel shouted, his dick surging back to life. He dropped his treat, fingers digging into the broken desserts at his side, while Gerhardt’s tongue lapped fresh whipped cream from his pink hole, around and around, devouring him. Until he pushed inside.
Icing and cake squeezed through Hansel’s fingers as he made tight fists, his dick growing harder with every second. “How are you doing that?”
Who was this man? To think, he’d thought he knew him. All those winters in that lonely cabin. But Gerhardt was sex in its purest form. He was the master of Hansel’s body, just waiting,all that time, for a chance to show him. And the way he chose to do it… This was a delight Hansel had never dreamed of, and Gerhardt seemed to know intuitively how it would affect him.
Gerhardt reached blindly for his dick while he ate him out, and he discovered it hard again, just as he’d hoped he would. He gripped it with a creamy hand, stroked it smooth and fluid, and Hansel reached arms over his head to grasp the top of the table. He was wrung out, overwrought through sheer ecstasy, his dick almost too sensitive from having come so recently, and Gerhardt wasn’t about to let him calm down.
Gerhardt licked a line up to his balls, pausing to lap up all the cream he’d spilled there, making Hansel’s thighs shudder. “Hansel?” He took his balls in his hot mouth, just for one sweet moment, then continued the trail with his tongue right the way to the top of Hansel’s dick. “Do you mind if I fuck you?”
“You—if you—uh—ahhhhh—”
Gerhardt sucked Hansel’s dick into his hot mouth, stealing the words from him.
“What’s that?” He took the liberty of sliding one creamy finger into Hansel’s tight ass, and Hansel’s body reacted with a delicious shiver. Gerhardt kissed his dick, running his tongue around the tip. “Hansel?”
“Gerhardt, fuck!” Hansel cried out, writhing in dessert.
