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Henry was laying on his back with Hans propped up on his elbow beside him, together in Hans’ bed in the Devils Den. Hans was running his fingers over Henry’s naked chest, curling his chest hairs. A slow morning just for the two of them. The rooster had not yet shouted it’s cry, so for now they were free of the bothers of the day.
“Can I ask you something,” Henry asked sleepily, softly breaking the silence with his voice.
Hans looked at his Henry, at that beautiful face, and those brilliant blue eyes behind half closed eyelids. “Hmm?”
“How do I compare to your other, ahem, conquests?” Henry’s face reddend slightly when he asked this question. His body shifted and tensed in a way Hans was quickly becoming more familiar to.
Hans stopped caressing Henry’s chest, slumped down and rested his head on his hand. His lips only a few inches away from Henry’s. “Do you really want to know?”
Henry opened his eyes, and turned his head to look at Hans. He gave a small smile and a nod. He raised his hand, to slide the back of it lightly over Hans’s stomach.
Hans breathed in a bit heavily, as he righted himself. “Well. Your hands are too rough, they have too many callouses.”
“Hey!” Henry protested as he quickly retracted his hand.
Hans just ignored him. Instead he squeezed one of Henry’s pecks. “Your tits are too small. Whenever I’m kissing you, I feel like something is scraping my face, while some wild animal is trying to eat my lips. Your thighs are too hard,”
He accentuated his statement by giving Henry a slap on his thigh. The sound of hard flesh landing on hard flesh reverberated through the room.
“You’re hairy like a bear. And you snore like one too. And sometimes you stink worse than Mutt. And you often leave me feeling utterly bruised and battered. In other words, you’re the worst woman I have ever laid with.”
Henry pretended to be hurt, but his smirk betrayed him. He stretched himself and moved to get up. “Well then, I suppose I’ll have to leave this bed if I have displeased m' lordship so much.”
But before could get out of bed, Hans grabbed his biceps.
“Oh, absolutely not! You stay here, you blacksmith boy.” He dragged Henry back onto the bed and climbed on top of him, straddling his waist.
“I have never had a better lay in my life before you and I’m not intending to make yesterday our last one!” he said, as he bend down to fervently kiss Henry.
With a smirk, Henry just groaned into the kiss. They still had at least an hour before someone would be awake.