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Henry knows what Hans wants before he even voices it. A slight raising of his goblet, Henry is there to pour more wine. If he shifts uncomfortably at Henry’s desk to finish his letters, the Blacksmith is there with his skilled hands, massaging his shoulders so good it makes him melt.
Every now and then he’ll give his praise with a “Good Boy.” Which Henry loved but it was what wasn’t said that made him harden in his leggings, glad it was hidden behind his Blacksmith’s apron. Every groan and hum of approval that happened to slip from the Nobleman’s lips is what fed into Henry’s genuine admiration and love for Hans.
Spending time in Henry’s little space of Kuttenberg to avoid the wedding was temporary, Hans knew that, but he was going to enjoy this last bit of freedom while he could.
He was sure Jitka was lovely, Henry insisted he only think respectful thoughts of his betrothed, but she wasnt Henry and he feared he could not keep his Blacksmith once he spoke the vows before God. How could Hanush ever expect him to give up someone so unconditionally devoted to him?
Sometimes Henry could last all day, sometimes Hans was bored and he’d teased him a little too much to the point where they’d sneak off during lunch and he’d reward Henry with his hand or mouth but also….sometimes he didnt need to lift a finger.
Seeing Henry whimpering and trembling because of him was amazing but nothing could beat the expressions he made while listening to Capon’s every command. The look of love in his flushed gaze was priceless and it made Hans want to indulge the both of them.
Like now, sitting by Henry’s garden with his book while Henry tended to the herbs.
“Blacksmith’s boy.”
“Yes, my Lord?”
“Come here.”
Already walking over, he listened for a command, dropping to his knees when he followed the direction where Hans had nodded his head. Henry knew that meant he wanted him to kneel and so he did, out in the open for anyone and God to see.
“Yes, My Lord?”
He reached out to cup Henry’s cheek, caressing his lips with his thumb.
“I’ve been watching you, my Good Boy, following every command, trying to hide that hard cock from the world while you work.”
“Yes, My Lord.” Henry knew he looked flushed, feeling like he was being edged all day. The fabric of his leggings felt so nice against his skin, keeping him contained as he moved around, cock twitching every time Hans told him what to do and praised him.
“Still hard?”
Blushing, Henry nodded, biting his bottom lip, desperate to either keep going or finally get his reward.
“Yes, My Lord.”
The hand cupping his cheek slid up to his dark curls where Hans’ grip tightened, yanking his head to the side, earning Capon a loud groan from the Blacksmith as he leaned down to suck hard on Henry’s skin, leaving a mark.
He loved when Hans was rough with him.
“Theres part of your reward.”
“Thank you, My Lord.” Henry grinned. “Can I touch myself?”
“After your rub my calves…they’re sore from last night when I let you bend me over your desk.”
Henry’s grin turned into a smug smirk.
“Yes, my lord.” He took the offered leg and began to use his skilled hands on the tense muscles of Capon’s calf.
“I dont get it. How can Master Henry allow him to treat him that way!?” Pushko asked having walked out of his workshop with Standa beside him to catch Henry kneeling and rubbing Hans’ leg. “Treating him like a dog. We should say something!”
“Hey…you’re young.” Standa stopped him. “Take it from an old man like me. Henry is right where he wants to be.”