Page 70 of Hansel and Gerhardt
Stroking, stroking, through the leather, Gerhardt rearranged himself to straddling Hansel’s thighs. He took up a silver jug of warm custard, held it aloft, and right there before Hansel’s entranced, obsessed eyes, he drizzled a long and folding stream over his shoulder, over his chest, pouring down his body in cascades of lusciousness.
Hansel was up, lapping at the golden delight, Gerhardt’s skin sweeter still beneath. Gerhardt’s soft hand caught his chin, brought his lips up, and holding the jug high, he poured a stream into Hansel’s mouth, eyes locked on the sight of the pink lips covered in that sticky sauce. “Eat, my love. Grow strong. I need you strong.”
Gerhardt pushed him back down, the pale trail pouring over his chin, along his neck, across his chest, pooling over his belly. He threw the jug to the floor, then licked his way up Hansel’sbody, lapping at the custard, even as Hansel writhed beneath him, all while Gerhardt kept up the gorgeous rhythm of his strokes on his dick.
He found his mouth, kissed him hard, hot custard coating them bodily as they pressed together.
“More,” Hansel breathed between kisses. “More. I’m so hungry.”
An expertly carved marzipan wolf was grasped. Gerhardt crushed it in the palm of his hand, pushed it into Hansel’s ready mouth, releasing its belly full of biscuit and raspberry jam. Hansel moaned with the delight of it.
“Does that wolf feel good in your mouth?” asked Gerhardt, knowing the answer perfectly well.
“He tastes delicious,” said Hansel. “But not as good as you.” He arched forward to lick the custard from Gerhardt’s neck. Gerhardt’s hand shot out, landing on a truffle, rough at the edges with flaked chocolate. Hansel had barely swallowed the wolf before the new treat was pressed at his mouth.
He bit. His body shuddered. Rich, dark chocolate found his tongue, followed by an epiphany of blackberry sauce, hot with brandy. “Oh…” he moaned. “Taste it, Gerhardt.”
“No, Hansel, you need to—” Chocolate truffle filled his mouth and his soul. He dipped his head and his eyelids, kissing over Hansel’s chest as he swallowed it down. His eyes flared. “That was for you.”
Lunging forward, he reached over Hansel’s shoulder for whatever treat he might grasp next, but Hansel caught his arm. Pushing up on an elbow sunk deep in cake, Hansel kissed the soft, pale flesh beneath his biceps, kissed all the way along until his kisses on his shoulder sent a pleasant shiver through Gerhardt. “Please. I don’t want anything but you.”
“You promised you’d eat,” Gerhardt returned, coyly accusatory, pausing the movement of his hand on his dick.
That way Hansel looked at him then. He’d never seen anything like the fire in those eyes. “Then feed me what I really want.”
Gerhardt might have been frozen by the sex in that command, something he was wholly unaccustomed to, and something he’d just discovered he loved, but Hansel’s hunger didn’t leave him in any doubt about what was required.
Hansel pushed Gerhardt up to kneeling, then wrenched the front of his lederhosen down with those big and beautiful hands. Gerhardt’s enormous dick burst free, and of all the delights on that table, this was by far the most exquisite to Hansel. He’d coveted the feel of Gerhardt’s cock on his tongue, that taste, since the very first time he’d touched him. Gerhardt was dripping for him, and the deep groan that broke out of Hansel at that taste was more pure, more animalistic, more ravenous than anything Gerhardt had ever heard before.
A forest of pine needles tingling his every nerve shot through Gerhardt. It was even better this time. This time, in the surety of Hansel’s love, knowing how badly Hansel wanted him.
Hansel didn’t waste time. He sunk that dick just as deep as his throat would allow him. He grasped Gerhardt’s ass with both hands and took the pleasure he’d been dreaming of. To feel Gerhardt melt into him, to hear the ecstasy that only Hansel could rip out of him. To have Gerhardt crumple onto his shoulders, to be his centre, to be his everything, even if it was just for that short time.
Gerhardt was already so close to coming. The sight of Hansel drenched in every food imaginable was more than his wildest fantasies come to life. But the way Hansel had suffered for him.Starvedfor him. And even now, in the centre of this abundance, he had only eyes and mouth for Gerhardt. The way he loved him was all new, complete and unquestioning, not a speck of doubt in him. He was obsessed, and it wasn’t somethingGerhardt had ever dreamed he’d be worthy of. A love like that. The love of a good man. A man like Hansel. The best of all men.
And he was desperately good at what he was doing. He ate Gerhardt’s cock like he loved him, like the pleasure was all his, when surely the greater part must have been Gerhardt’s. He didn’t know such happiness could exist in that foul world. He didn’t know it was possible that a simple indulgence could be amplified, multiplied a thousand fold, with all the longing in every movement, spurred by how close they had come to losing one another.
Hansel’s tongue traced over every rise and fall of his cock, every ridge, and that suction… He never let up. His mouth so hot, so delicious, and those ice-blue eyes always on Gerhardt, needing to see every dip of his head, every shake of his shoulders, the rigidity of his slender form as his mouth dropped open, as his breath hitched, as he…
Shoved Hansel off?
Landing in a pile of strudel with an indecent smack of his lips, Hansel sat aghast. “What did I do wro—”
Gerhardt was on him, tongue pressed against his, his entire body laid out long on Hansel’s, a dream in his arms. A dream that slipped down, down, away, until those beloved fingers unclasped Hansel’s lederhosen, taking a hold at the waistline, dragging them off, over his legs.
“Gerhardt, you don’t need to do that.”
“Need to?” He threw his clothes to the floor. “Hansel, I… Oh, my word.”
Hansel’s perfect ass had landed right in the middle of the demolished cream-covered, chocolate-cherry cake. Both cheeks were half sunk in dessert, decorated with a riot of plump and juicy cherries. Lashings of cream swirled about his ass, and that dick… It rose like the tallest, proudest candle that ever gracedany birthday cake. And just then, it felt like all Gerhardt’s birthdays had come at once.
A brief moment of vulnerability shook Hansel’s heart as he took in the blank expression on Gerhardt’s face, but it was only a second before Gerhardt looked up, eyes bright, more luminous than the sun on a crisp and promising spring morning. “Your dick is magnificent.”
“Oh…” Becoming colour took Hansel’s cheeks, but the look of entranced wonder never left Gerhardt’s face.
He moved both hands beneath Hansel’s legs, raising them up a little at the knee. “Your thighs, Hansel. They are delectable.” He dipped his head to place a kiss on the inside of Hansel’s thigh, just above the knee. Hansel’s dick shot forward uncontrollably. Another kiss, another, moving up his thigh, then with his tongue, Gerhardt licking cream from the silken, white expanse. He sank his teeth, took a little nip, and Hansel’s hips bucked. Soft and consoling kisses, Gerhardt dragging his tongue over every inch of the prize he, and all the forest it seemed, had coveted so desperately.
Hansel’s head rolled back. He felt he might shoot his load immediately if that tongue went anywhere near his balls. And it did. Closer, closer, lapping up the curves of his ass. But then, a pause. Hansel’s face snapped up to see two eyes, devilish. A kiss fell right in the centre of his dick, then Gerhardt’s hand, laden with whipped cream, closed tight around his dick.
