Bohemian Rhapsody circa 1403 - KCD psls/overflow

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Hans Capon and Jim Kirk are cut from the same cloth.

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[capon]

The momentary pause and shivering that passes between Henry and James is swift but Hans is watching them so attentively that he notices the exchange, and understands what it was for. He's known Jim long enough to have a deeper understanding of what he likes and dislikes in the bedroom, and Henry's hand in his hair was a sure-fire trigger. Gradually, he feels his own body heating up as well, just from the sight of Jim naked on his knees in front of their partner.

"A little harder won't hurt him," he offers helpfully from the bed, already leaning over to refill his wine. His head isn't swimming just yet.

Henry, for what it's worth, is willing to do what it takes for both his partners' gratification, and if some hair tugging is allowed, he isn't one to shy away. The breath between his legs is encouragement enough, but more so the look in James' eyes, heavy and dark, and the way his body seems to lean into Henry's all trusting.

Thus, he doesn't hesitate to shift his fingers deeper into thick hair to grab even more, pulling him forward carefully as if to encourage James' mouth harder against his groin. A flush has bloomed permanently in Henry's cheeks as it is, but the twitch of arousal against Jim's mouth should be more than enough to clue him in on how much he's enjoying this.

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Hans' voice is amused but encouraging. Pleased with Jim. Not jealous or left out. And Henry...it's so easy to trust Henry. Jim relaxes in the other's grip, unlocks his elbows so Henry can move them as much or as little as he likes. With them, Jim does not feel ashamed to be on such display. Giving in to impure desires as his lust catches light and leaves him growing stiff between his own thighs untouched.

"Lord have mercy..." Henry's face is aflame. How can it not be seeing how much Jim likes what they're doing. Knowing that he's the cause of it? When he catches his fingers gripping tighter in Jim's hair without him even realizing it all because Hans' murmur dripped like honey down Henry's spine?

"My lord's going to get what he wants....ngh...rather soon here." Sakra but James' mouth ought to be illegal. Those full lips stretching taught just to map out how full he's getting is only reminding him of how the linen is beginning to chafe. "What exactly are....are you looking for next?"

Next?

Jim blinks. Stares up at Henry as if remembering where they are. His blue eyes shift for the first time in a bit to watch Hans stretched out on the bed. Henry's fingers tighten again. Jim's thighs clench a little in anticipation. They're both thrumming in the silence for what whim of Hans' they'll be given next.

[capon]

Suddenly having two sets of eyes on him rouses Hans from his lethargic slouch against the pillows, the shift of their attention sliding over him warm and welcoming. It would be easy to tell them to come to bed, to lave him with attention instead, but where's the fun in that? He'll get that anyway, he knows it, but he's far too entertained telling them what to do instead.

And so, without hesitation, Hans' lips curl into a smile and he nudges a foot in their general direction as if unbothered, followed by: "Isn't it obvious? You're going to put your cock into his mouth. Let him have it as he's earned."

Raised eyebrows indicate they should go on then, even as Hans shifts restlessly to get more comfortable, the tightness against his own hose more evident than before. He should take them off, he knows, but not yet. Denying himself only makes it all the sweeter. For now.

From where he's standing, Henry offers Jim's crown a stroke of his thumb, hand still buried into his hair, but the mere thought of slipping free from the scratchy linen and into the heat of the other's mouth has him twitching. Henry sucks in a sharp breath and doesn't hesitate to tug his braies down the rest of the way at last, loosened ties letting it drop easily. He's heavy with arousal and flushed from the tips of his ears to the tip of his cock.

'C'mere,' he urges James gently, his voice already roughened with arousal. The hand in his hair slips lower as if to cup the back of his head instead, encouraging, while his other hand grips himself to stroke he skin taut against his length. Even his own touch is enough to leave Henry wanting.

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Jim licks at his lips, less out of impatient arousal than a nervous habit of his when he's trying to gather his thoughts and feels as though he's missing a chance to speak. The briefest flicker of worry crosses his eyes. His mouth is open when Hans tips his chin down, his eyebrows up.

Go on.

The blonde's shoulders relax again. He twitches a soft smile Hans' way. A promise that their lord will be cared after in due time. That he hasn't been forgotten about in the game they're all playing. Jim's gaze slides off of Hans, his chin lifting once more to put his focus on Henry. He has to let go of Henry's thighs to let the other undress and it's so tempting to reach down between his own legs to touch himself even for a moment.

Henry tips his head to the side though as if warning James off of it. Fingers brush through Jim's hair. It and the perpetually intimidating sight of Henry's arousal bared for them all to see leaves Jim shifting from one knee to the other slightly. Squirming in his anticipation. Henry sees him and offers a nearly shy smile of his own. James is certainly eager for it, and Henry knows Hans has always taken an interest in watching Henry when his blood's up.

"...Yes." Jim's nodding, barely any movement at all cradled by Henry's palm as he is. His hands drag up Henry's solid legs once more to give the scout something to hold on to. To help him keep from touching himself as he parts those full lips willingly to accept the ruddy head of Henry's cock little by little. Accepting Henry like this may take less preparation than the other, but it's still no easy thing. The urge is there to slip his eyes shut and allow the world to narrow down to the heated flesh invading his mouth. On relaxing his jaw to yawn as wide open as he can so Henry can more easily fit.

Jim fights this urge. He wants to see Henry's expressions. Wants to be able to glance aside and catch what glimpses of Hans he can. His breath comes out in little puffs through his nose, reserved mostly for when he's pulling back. Every pass forward he manages to take Henry that little bit deeper, though Henry's grip at the back of his head is warning too to keep Jim from choking himself outright. The scout insists there must be a way to do it. That he's heard of wenches taking all of even the most endowed man, but Henry a least values Jim's well being more than Jim seems to.

"Sakra--! C-careful..." Henry's fingers tighten in Jim's hair once more as James can't seem to help moaning around his full mouth once they settle on a rhythm together. Now his cheeks are flushing too. Desire and exertion both where Jim is knelt on the altar of Henry worshipping the man in front of him. Henry's hand helps guide Jim's pace. His hips roll steadily into that willing sinful mouth. Jim has the benefit of being muffled. His soft sounds of pleasure are quieted and just for Henry and Hans. Henry, however, has to hold back his voice himself.

A tall order in the moment. He grits his teeth to keep from crying out, but deep gravelly noises of pleasure wrench themselves out of the back of Henry's throat here and there.

"H-he's beautiful...isn't he?" Henry manages to stutter out, craning his neck only briefly to turn and regard Hans over his shoulder. "Th...this what you wanted to see?"

[capon]

Hans is not overly concerned with being rewarded in turn, for watching these two is plenty entertaining enough, and he knows they won't let Hans rest until they return the favor. In time. For now, he is more than happy to sit back and watch while the two listen to him (and each other, which is oddly sweet). He can tell the level of restraint between the pair of them, so different from when they aren't awaiting some sort of command, and that loyalty alone heats the young lord's blood like nothing else.

"He is — you both are," he comments when Henry acknowledges him, eyes roaming down his body to where James is on his knees. From here, he can see how hard Jim is too, and it only solidifies the knowledge of how much he loves using his mouth. "I know neither of you are shy. Keep at it."

They cannot exactly scream and cry and moan for all to know what's happening in this small, shared room, but Hans can imagine it, and the deep sounds spilling free from Henry's chest are already plenty satisfying. He presses the heel of his palm down between his own legs but nothing more, eyes sharpened on the sight in front of him. He knows how much effort it takes to get a mouth around Henry, just as much as he knows how much James enjoys using his mouth. He can tell the scout is trying to push himself while Henry holds him back, and it's so amusing to see their respective desires working in tandem.

Henry's hips continue rocking into the heat of Jim's mouth, fueled by the enthusiasm between his legs as well as Hans' eyes on them. Even without looking, he feels them searing into his skin. It is tempting to shy away from such pointed attention but Henry is long since past any of that nonsense, when the three of them have been managing like this for some time now. Pleasure builds far more rapidly than he'd like it to though, the hand in Jim's hair remaining firm as he slows down to breathe deeply, the sound of it rattling in his chest. He'll finish too quickly like this but there's no time to say anything about it at all, because Hans is chiming in again as if he knows—

"Would you rather be fucking him, blacksmith?" Alright, he shouldn't sound so amused but the teasing lightness is a given when Hans is this pleased. "Or will you spill in his mouth just like this?"

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--rather be Fucking him, blacksmith?

Hans asks and Jim flushes red as a cherry, his sharp moan muffled around his stuffed full mouth. Henry though, Henry can feel the man shake and tremble where he's knelt on his knees. Apprehension or excitement? Or both?? Henry hisses out a tight swear and keeps Jim from diving back down on his length all at once when they both need a chance to catch their collective breaths.

Think for more than a second.

"What d'you think, Jim...?" Henry grits out. He relaxes his grip enough for the blonde to shift a hand round from where he's been groping Henry's ass to pressing at his hip bone to steady himself as he drags his mouth back. When Henry slips free Jim's abused lips are plain to make out, swollen for their use.

"Haa....I...I need a helping h...hand...if you're going to bed m-me...Else I'm apt to break...." Care in his gaze as he regards Henry. "And...another to keep me quiet...if you can last long enough to....i-if I'm being honest..." His voice comes out raspy for the effort he's been giving Henry's cock up till now.

Henry swallows hard looking down at Jim. His prick twitches in the open air, already missing the attention.

"Ngh. What'll it be, mlord?" Glancing over his shoulder. Henry knows both he and Jim are red in the face. He can't decide if being ordered to get on with it or to hold back so he could loosen Jim up makes him more turned on. The anticipation of it or another demand entirely dances across his skin. Henry so wants to make his lovers happy. As much as he needs to get off himself.

[capon]

It is tempting to let them keep going and going all night if allowed, but Hans knows his own patience will wear thin soon enough, and there is only so much their bodies can endure before they're exhausted. Besides, it's too hot to suffer the stifling room with endless activity, and he does enjoy watching both men get off. Oh, what a dilemma to have — one of his own making.

The pair of them look so eager and pent up already and when they set their attention on him, Hans feels the hairs on his arms rise. He's still far too dressed by comparison, the arousal trapped beneath hose aching for touch he denies it.

"He does get ridiculously loud. One of us will have to stuff his mouth shut," he claims with an air of indifference, but the grin on his face says otherwise.

Hans sits up more fully against his pillows, slouched as he'd been watching the two of them put on a show for him, and he pats the empty side of the bed as if to beckon them over.

"Here." To both of them, but then: "Come lie down, Kubík. Henry will take care of you, won't you, Hal?"

As exciting as it would be to watch Henry bend James over the table and fuck him there on the spot, Hans is more than well-acquainted with how impossible that is between men like them.

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For a moment the only sound in the bedroom is the flickering of the lamplight and the floorboards creaking under James' weight as he shifts on his knees once more. Contemplating what these two have in store for him. How beautiful yet untouchable Hans appears lounged out on the bed as he is clad still in what of his fine clothes he still wears.

"I...I try to be quiet--" Jim retorts but there's a bit of a guilty flush to his cheeks when he says so. He's not terribly Good at being quiet in bed. Especially not when he's taking Henry for God's sake. But the thrill of being made to be quiet has him squirming eagerly, watching Hans' grin with hungry eyes.

"We won't let you get to loud." Henry promises. He holds out a rough hand for James to take to help the other back up onto undsteady feet. Difficult to miss how unashamedly erect Jim is for their games thusfar and Henry swallows roughly in turn. At Hans' beckon Henry turns at the waist to guide James over toward the bed. He doesn't move from his spot until he has to lest Jim let go of his hand. Only at the last does he fully turn round and make the slow steps over to the side of it. "Aye. Who's got the oil in their pack?"

Jim plants a knee on the side of the bed next to Hans and can't help the way he leans over to offer a soft kiss either to Hans' lips if the other will meet him, or against the blonde's hair if he decides not to.

"On my back or my hands and knees...?" Jim asks, his gaze flicking between the two men.

[capon]

As the other two move, Hans takes in the sight of them together and separately with a greed he doesn't bother hiding, eager with them naked and in full view. His eyes flicker to Henry when he goes to find said oil — I have an extra phial in my things — but then Jim is right beside him and Hans meets his kiss with a smile, welcoming it. Hands ghost along his sides to urge him closer.

"Hands and knees. Here, between mine," he insists, before spreading long legs apart so he'll have room between them. "Though I'm starting to feel like a stuffed chicken in these clothes. God above—"

That's Hans' queue to peel his shirt from his torso at last, tossing the thing carelessly aside and leaning back against the pillows once more with a satisfied smile. There, that's much better. Never mind his hose, he can live with those on a while longer.

Henry gets what he's looking for before approaching the bed, blue eyes scanning them both swiftly. Christ, how has he gotten himself into this situation? He often asks himself this same thing when traveling with this particular pair, though he has no regrets for how things have turned out.

He waits until James has moved about as told and then kneels on the bed behind him. Rough hands find the curve of hips and rub there idly, just for the pleasure of touch. 'Get comfortable, alright?'