"Oh, you're relaxing a bit now… but still, look how you're pulling my fingers inside." Derek was loudly announcing to Hansel what was going on with his lower half while the knight was on all fours, staring down at the couch seat. The former felt that it was eminent for the knight to know the situation when he was in no position to directly observe things.
"Just hear all the lewd sounds you're making." Derek went silent after saying this so that all they could hear in the room were the wet sloshing sounds of his fingers moving in and out of the hole. Hansel went all red to his fingertips. He already came once from Derek's hands and was nearing the second time. But more than getting his ass played with, it was Derek's unabashed words that burned his ears.
"S-Stop…ugh…" Hansel clenched his fist tightly on top of the couch.
"Did you say something?" Derek had stopped working on his ass to hear what he wanted to say. There was no way Derek didn't know what words were stuck inside Hansel's throat. But knowing what was on his mind was less fun than making him blurt out some embarrassing words.
His fingers which had stopped moving were still inside Hansel. It gave Hansel another sense of agitation where he was thrown down on the ground from the top of excitement in a second. It was a weird stuffy feeling for him.
"Don't just stop…suddenly." Derek didn't miss the disappointment hidden in Hansel's words. Although his own lower half was throbbing with impatience, Derek suppressed his desires for one more minute.
"But you asked to stop, didn't you?" Derek smirked. He knew better than that.
"I said to stop teasing me…"
"Okay, then I'll pull my fingers out." Derek slowly pulled his fingers out, but didn't forget to give Hansel's sweet spot a nudge before leaving. Hansel's walls clenched tightly, as a last attempt to keep them in, but failed.
"You know…that's not…what I meant." Hansel's voice broke. It was as if he was driven to the top of a hill but the wheels broke down just before he reached the tip. Tears fell down from his eyes like raindrops that aimed to puddle at your feet.
Derek, who waited at his place expecting a response of some sort, freaked out when the reply came in sniffles. He pulled Hansel up on his lap on the couch.
"Hey! Are you crying? What? Oh no, no, no, nono…" Derek went blank (with fear?) for a second. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'll do whatever you say from now on. I'm sorry so please don't cry. Alright?" Derek placed fervent kisses on Hansel's cheeks and the sniffles soothed down quickly. He cupped Hansel's cheeks with his hands, bringing his face closer to his own.
Hansel felt odd looking down into Derek's blue eyes. He always had to strain his neck to look up at Derek's face. Even when their bodies were in contact, he had only ever been beneath Derek's mass. So, watching his blue eyes turn darker as he stared back, entranced him.
A single lock of hair which had managed to free itself from Derek's neatly slicked back hair and was falling on his forehead, caught Hansel's attention. Absorbed in thoughts, his hand moved on its own, pushing the hair away from his face. Instead of staying in its place, it pulled other locks of hair as well, falling back on his forehead.
"What?" Derek asked, clasping the hand that was hovering above his head and bringing it to touch his cheek.
Hansel suddenly realized how close their faces were. Usually, he would have blushed and tried to back away just to be coaxed and drawn back in but right now he felt oddly courageous. The adrenaline rushing in his veins helped him dive in first, closing the distance between their lips and kissing Derek's red lips.
Derek was taken aback. Hansel taking matters into his hands came as a shock to him and it took a few moments for the second young master of Wintern to fully grasp the situation. But when he did, his hands went to the back of Hansel's neck and pulled his face even closer.
What started with soft and plump lips touching each other soon turned into hot and steamy clash of tongues. Taking advantage of the situation, Derek pushed his entire length inside Hansel in one go. Although Hansel had been prepared enough by Derek, what was sore from their last episode was sore still.
The suddenness made Hansel clench his teeth, accidently biting on Derek's lower lip he had been sucking on. Hansel hissed in pain and Derek hissed in pain too. Of course, he had to lose a bit of blood for finding his way in unannounced.
But without a bit of remorse, Derek lifted Hansel's butt with his hands and started thrusting his hips the next moment. It was as if he had snapped all the threads of patience holding him back as soon as he felt Hansel's warmth clench around his thickness.
"Ahhnngg…do it…slowly…" Hansel was feeling it deeper than usual. Sitting on top of Derek's lap, he was finding it difficult to even hold himself upright. His hands automatically got wrapped around Derek's neck as if it was a tether to hold himself steady.
"I'm sorry. I don't think I can." Derek replied, breathing heavily.
But no matter how tightly Hansel held onto Derek, his mind was going blank with every passing second. Nevertheless, he could clearly see Derek's cheeks coloring and blamed it on daylight. His heart was beating unusually fast and something told him this strenuous exercise was not the only reason.
He licked the place where he had bit Derek's lips before capturing them with his mouth once again.
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The sun had already set a while ago but Derek was still looking at the sky turn orange from the window in his office. An assortment of desserts was lying on the table near the couch he was lazing on. His hands were busy brushing through the caramel hair of the knight lying on top of him, covered with nothing but a thin blanket. The cool evening breeze fluttered their soft hairs.
Looking down on Hansel sleeping on his chest, Derek sighed. In a month, Hansel would be far away from his sight just because of another whim of the Duke. It seemed like the Winterns had a knack for snatching away the things he held precious.
But he felt a sense of relief as well that Hansel would be far from the capital while he would be plotting a tide big enough to reshape the empire, with the Crown's help, of course.