Nine Hours | Sensual March Prompts
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“My word you’re vocal, no wonder Henry likes you.”
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Post-Canon snippet: Hans happens upon Bartosch during a trip to Prague. One sword fight and a few drinks later and they end up back at Bartosch’s place.
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- Part 1 of Nine Hours | Sensual March Prompts
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“Just a test of skill, Sir Hans. Though do select some armor from the shelf: I intend to do my best to leave you a few bruises to remember me by.”
“Promise?”
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Post-Canon Snippet: Black Bartosch reminds Lord Capon he’s owed a duel. It doesn’t go exactly how he envisioned.
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- Part 2 of Nine Hours | Sensual March Prompts
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“Fuck me harder than you have ever fucked anyone in your life,” he panted out, his tongue slipping between his lips.
A pause, then, “…please.”***
Post-Cannon snippet: Nine Hours resumes, things are starting to unravel.
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- Part 3 of Nine Hours | Sensual March Prompts
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“It’s not like you chose to marry Jitka.”
“EXACTLY! But try telling him that!”
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Post-Cannon snippet: After their duel, Bartosch invites Hans for a drink. Against his better judgement.
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- Part 4 of Nine Hours | Sensual March Prompts
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“Have you ever read a man your poetry?” he asked at last.
Bartosch hummed and brushed his beard against Hans’ cheek. “As a matter of fact I have. It’s quite effective, almost as good as my brandy line.”
Hans smiled. “Colour me intrigued. What would you recite to seduce me?”
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Post-Cannon snippet: After “Sensual,” Bartosch tries to reinstate some control.
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- Part 5 of Nine Hours | Sensual March Prompts
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Hans clasped his legs around his middle and slipped his arms around Bartosch’s neck, rocking gently until he hit the wooden panels and then sucking in. He dropped his head and bit hard on Bartosch’s shoulder, the pain cutting into him and spiking his heart rate dramatically. He hissed sharply and pressed his cheek into Hans’ to nudge him off. Hans rolled his head back and cast a wicked open-mouthed smile his way.
“You can deal but you can’t take, hmm?” he taunted.
“I’m not sure it does for me whatever it does for you,” he muttered in response.
“I’m not entirely sure that’s true,” Hans observed, fingers playing at the restless pulse on his neck. The hairs on his nape stood up.
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Post-Cannon snippet: At last, we reap what we have sown.
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- Part 6 of Nine Hours | Sensual March Prompts
