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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Two's company, three...?

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[Look some day I will happily write all of the angst and fluff of how these three got together and their dynamics and all the sweet stuff but that's not what we're here for right now.]

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It's a stiflingly hot and humid summer evening with the fireflies out dancing with their hypnotic, flickering lights. In a quiet room, tucked away from prying eyes and behind locked doors Jim Kirk turns from the window he'd been reading at to the lamplight at the small table next to his elbow.

He can hear Henry polishing his armor somewhere further in the room but Hans has been suspiciously quiet for the last several minutes. Jim's brow knits. He shuts the book with a soft thump! with one hand and peers over to the bed Hans has been settled at the side of. Somehow, he's not surprised to see his lord watching the both of them in interest.

"Something on your mind?" Jim ventures conversationally. "You look intent on something over there..."

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They should be outside, he keeps thinking. This room feels even more stifling with the three of them milling about, and they could be out at a tavern enjoying some cool ales and getting properly sloshed, but it's too late now and the taverns would be closed. Hans has been restless for some time (though what else is new), and instead of moaning about it for the umpteenth time this week, he's instead resorted to entertaining himself by other means.

Finally, one of them notices his staring, and it does not surprise him at all that it would be Jim first. Whether or not this was just what Hans was hoping for, an innocent smile curls over his mouth and he shrugs a shoulder, leaning his head back against the headboard of the bed he's taken over.

"Mostly lamenting over not being drunk," he exaggerates. He's stripped down to his hose and loose shirt on this warm evening, and points a bare toe in Jim's direction almost accusatorily. "Can I not admire you from a distance? You've been so focused on that book for hours. I'm starting to get jealous."

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"I told you two you were More than welcome to go earlier." Jim retorts with a wry smile. "My body can only stomach so much before I start to get sick." It doesn't always stop him from tagging along with Hans (and/or Henry) on these ill advised nights out but his more delicate constitution does make him often the first to be stumbling drunk unless he's very Very careful.

Off to the side by the wall Henry snorts a little but doesn't look up from his work. He knows that tone all too well. It's amusing when Hans is in one of these moods and it Doesn't mean Henry's about to go be sent off to the other end of the region for some task or another. Jim's fully done away with his shirts altogether as the late afternoon sun beat down on him where he was reading, so in a way he's not surprised he's been the target of staring.

"Only you would get jealous of a book." Jim scoffs. He sets it aside and props his chin on one hand while he peers back Hans' way. "Now my lord has my attention, what should I do for you? Are we getting dressed to go find a dice table at this hour?"

Wrong answer, Henry thinks with a smile down at his pauldrons. Giving Hans an opening just means he'll take it for all it's worth.

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"Getting dressed? Now why would I want you to put on more clothes?" Of course not, his tone suggests, as if there's no other feasible response. With the late hour and the low light by Jim's tableside, the young lord has been enjoying the play of candlelight upon his bare skin for some time now, but his own imagination can only entertain him for so long.

He waves a hand dismissively at the idea, though then his eyebrows lift up far too high, like he clearly has something in mind regardless of any suggestions.

"You can read any time, any place. We've been blessed with some privacy for at least one more evening, and I do not wish to waste it. I'm bored." And warm. And restless. And many, many other things that are best left to ponder during the brightness of a new day. Right now, Hans simply wants some fun.

His eye shifts from one man to the other, watching where Henry's attention continues to focus on his armor. "And aren't you tired of fussing over your armor when you could be polishing something else instead?"

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"I can, I shall, and I do." Jim drums his fingers on the table idly while he watches Hans fuss. "You might not be bored if you gave it a try yourself." That's not where his lord's head is at though, not right now. But when the lord acts like a brat, it makes Jim want to prod back.

"How Exactly does my lord expect me to entertain him?"

They really are too much alike sometimes, Henry thinks but wisely does not say. Two versus one would hardly be fair and they'd gang up on him quicker than he could spit. But Hans' attention focuses on him and Henry swears he can feel the expectant gaze as solid as a touch at his arm. That is very much his cue to stop fussing over preparations for tomorrow.

Henry looks up. Hans has helped himself to the whole of the bed and James is smirking where he's leaning over the little table by the window. That feeling about being teamed up on niggles. Not this night, he hopes. Siding with Hans quickly is his best bet.

"Well. Suppose that depends on what else my lord would like tended to." He waits until Jim's gaze is on Hans rather than himself to offer his lord a conspiratorial grin and a raise of his own brows. "I've already finished your armor, and mine's just about done...."

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This ridiculousness is made all the more accessible because they are not home, Hans thinks quietly, as much as he does miss it. If they were home, he wouldn't be given the freedom to spend so much private time with either man, let alone both at once. Rattay is still so very far away though and he won't be seeing it again for quite some time—possibly not until after he's married, in fact (a fact he's been proactively avoiding thinking of for as long as possible). It is partly why he does not like to remain so idle, and it's been a relief to have both men here with him while he decidedly avoids his inevitable future. That's a concern for a future version of himself, not the one currently laid up in a rented room with two handsome men willing to do just about anything.

Yes, this is much more fun to distract himself with, and he's pleased when Henry seems to catch on quickly. Despite only knowing one another for a very short time, it almost feels as if the opposite is true, and Henry knows Hans better than himself most of the time.

"Well, from the state of undress for our dear scouting friend, I think he could use help getting the rest of his things off, don't you?" It is spoken casually while Hans gestures from Henry to James, and then curls that arm behind his head where he's resting against propped pillows.

Henry, for what it's worth, seems to sigh at the mere suggestion, more so for how it's placed rather than given at all, before asking with an edge of insolence: 'Is that an order, sir?'

Hans, still cheery, smiles and raises his eyebrows, looking at Henry expectantly. "Don't be cheeky and just do as I say."

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"Because I'm the Only One who was too hot?" Jim scoffs. He's just about ready to tell Henry not to bother himself for something he can handle on his own but the floorboards are creaking before he can put up too much of a complaint. Jim can't help the way his pulse jumps to see Henry looming over him where he's bent over the table.

Yes, that's quite a reminder of just what Jan sees in his friend aside from the obvious. Jim swallows. "Hal--"

"You heard Lord Capon." Henry gestures over to the bed with a wave of one hand, but hasn't bothered to look back at Hans. He's pretty sure Hans doesn't want the attention on him right now. He wants to be entertained. He waits for Jim to push himself up before bending down and locking his hands beneath the man's ample backside to lift him by his thighs up onto the little table to perch him atop. "Now hold still so I can get these off you."

"Are you at least going to take anything of yours off?!" Jim squawks mostly because his face is getting warm to be picked up so easily like that.

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Hans is entirely too pleased as Henry approaches the other and doesn't hesitate to follow through. It's never truly a given whether or not Henry will be in a cooperative mood, but when the stakes are low and their moods relatively content, there's no reason to put up a fight. Besides, Henry has his moments. He listens to his lord... most of the time.

"You'll help him too, do not fret," Hans answers on Henry's behalf at the squawking, far too amused, because he can tell that the swift action got to Jim too. He'd make it clear if this isn't something he wishes to entertain tonight.

Henry, ever the practical man when it counts, tugs easily at the ties of Jim's hose until the fabric loosens enough to roll down to the knees. From there, he pushes one leg to bend toward Jim's chest, just enough to slip off a shoe, then the fabric, and repeats with the other leg until he's left in nothing but his braies. There, his fingers tease and linger at the waistband, and despite Hans' clear desire to get it all off, Henry still has enough sense to look Jim in the eye and ask him instead: 'Can I take this off too?'

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Oh yes, it got to Jim, too. At Henry's gesture it's Jim who chances a glance to Hans lounging on the bed. Jim who flushes even harder to see Hans amused while Henry is intent standing over him where he's been perched. Who swallows again and makes a point of taking a deep breath while he's being manhandled until he's almost entirely on display for the two men.

Henry pauses and Jim can't help but offer an affectionate smile. His blue eyes are warm when he meets Henry's gaze. He nods slightly before speaking up.

"Yes, go on. Might as well." His hands plant on either side of the small table so he can lift his hips enough for Henry to slide the cloth down over his legs. Jim doesn't turn his head to watch the cloth get tossed aside but the sound of it rustling feels loud in the room. There he sits perched atop a small table as bare as the day he was born for Hans and Henry to admire. One corner of his mouth curls at the edge. Where Henry still holds one of Jim's ankles it's James who chooses to shift the left leg open wider to put more of his body in view of the pair.

Sure, his face is still warm. But even on display Jim knows there are moves he can make to get desired results from his partners.

"You should ask our lord if this is the sight he most desired to see, Henry." Jim murmurs with his brows lifting suggestively. It's just enough of a tease to snap Henry out of the quite appreciative gaze he'd been giving Jim's body up and down. Henry clears his throat roughly and takes half a step back from where he'd been settled between Jim's legs to better let Hans have a look.

"All done." Henry adds helpfully. As if Hans somehow would have forgotten the order he'd given so soon.

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There's a pitcher of wine conveniently left by the bedside table, and Hans already has a cup in hand by the time Henry steps away enough for Hans to admire their partner's naked form. The only thing that would make this better is if Henry was already naked himself, though Hans is surprisingly patient, and his mood already lifted as he takes a sip and admires James up and down with his gaze (as if he has not seen the man in the buff more times than he remembers).

"Well done, Henry," he chirps from his perch on the bed, praising as though Henry accomplished some incredible feat by undressing their willing third. "Though now you're overdressed, aren't you?"

Hans gestures with a little twirl of a finger as if to say off with it, then, and the arrogance earns a quiet scoff out of Henry, though little protest. It was an inevitable ask, and so he doesn't pretend to reconsider any of it before he's peeling off his shirt in one go. It is warm in here, and he feels instantly better to get bare from the waist up. This would have felt mortifying some six months ago, but the teasing comes from a mutual desire now, and not to rub Henry's nerves raw.

Jim really will compete over Anything. All three of them are dumb disasters.

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Jesus Christ be praised.

Jim doesn't ever think he'll get used to how good Henry looks shucking out of his shirt like that. Of the three of them, Henry's the most broad in the chest with a handsome trail of dark hair leading the eye down his torso and past his belly. Jim frowns as though the Rest of Henry's attire has personally offended him to have the sight of that second trail from the navel down interrupted by his hose and braies.

"Alright, I see now where my help is needed." Jim says. His teeth find his bottom lip and sink into it while his eyebrows make a climb for his hairline. He scoots to the edge of the table and delicately gets back to his feet just so he can gesture from Hans to Henry.

"You'd like me to help him with the rest in turn I suppose?"

"You could've stayed there. It'd only take me a moment to untie my hose." Henry remarks with a chuckle. Jim spreads his hands in front of him like it can't be helped.

"Yes, but I've a special talent that You don't, mister blacksmith~" Henry doesn't like that smug tone of voice. It makes him nervous. He's supposed to be the one teasing Jim here. At the same time he can't deny he's curious. In this context, whatever James does is going to be a treat to see, right?

Jim points to his own mouth.

"I don't need my Hands to untie your garments if you hold steady."

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It is entertaining enough just watching those two try to coordinate around one another, but it dawns on Hans now how comfortable they've become to actually navigate this without protest or questioning Hans' efforts. Perhaps it's a strange time to feel warm affection for the other two, but it hits him like a blow to the chest, the warmth of it stacked on top of the effects of wine and desire both. How greedy he must be to soak up the affections of two wonderful men who, for some reason, have decided to offer it to the young lord at all.

Watching Jim tease Henry in his own way makes Hans chuckle, and he encourages the line of thinking with a helpful: "I think we're both more than familiar with how talented your mouth is, Kubík."

Henry still seems skeptical though if the line of his heavy brow is anything to go by, or maybe he's exaggerating to goad Jim on in his own way. Regardless, he huffs out a faux sound of disbelief and drops his hands to hips instead.

'Alright, go on then. You're not about to bite me, are you?' That might just be a mild concern.

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Jim's about to scoff right back, but some of that concern must filter through because he pauses then and places a gentle hand at Henry's arm. Reassurance and not a small amount of care in turn. No matter what games they play behind closed doors, James cannot hide how much he cares for his childhood companion and Henry both.

"Not unless you ask me to. I promise." Jim's smile is earnest but the way Henry's eyebrows about fly off his face says that wasn't quite the answer he was expecting.

'Why would I want--' He starts, only for Jim to laugh a bit more earnestly and settle down onto his knees. His hands reach up to curl around the backs of strong thighs just below Henry's ass.

"Yes, yes. I'm the strange one who enjoys it. Nevermind then..." Jim murmurs. Those bright blue eyes flit up to make sure Henry's watching before he shifts up and forward to press a kiss at Henry's navel. Only then does he nose his way down until he finds the ties he's looking for. The tip of his tongue flits against the underside of the cord to capture it between his lips, then his teeth and Jim gets to work delicately pulling free the ties while his hands stay right where they are anchored to Henry's thighs.

'Mary Mother of God...' Henry trails off, swallowing hard. He jerks his head up to make sure Hans is able to see as well as he'd like but it's a near thing. Almost physically painful to break eye contact with Jim settled bare between his legs like he lives there. He jolts a little as one of Jim's hands comes up and squeezes at his ass.

"Got your hose undone. Take half a step back for me, Henry?" Now Jim's hands move to guide the hose down those solid legs while the other obliges. Jim meant to look over to Hans for any more instruction, but he's rather distracted by the sight of Henry stirring even a little in his braies. His fingers dig in a little to Henry's skin before he makes himself relax again. God, but he wants that. Henry steps out of his hose then moves to come back so Jim lifts himself on his knees again. This time though he buries his face in Henry's groin and laps with the flat of his tongue over the front of the last garment separating them. It draws a soft groan from Jim and a hissed startled curse from Henry, before the blacksmith buries a hand in the blonde's hair. Not pulling or pushing just yet. Just.....holding on.

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"Someone is eager to please more than even you, Hal," he says with laughter in his voice, more fond than anything cruel, because the way Jim buries his face into Henry's groin is (understandably) bold.

The heat of the evening paired with the alcohol and entertaining display has Hans feeling comfortable even draped against too-warm pillows on a too-warm bed. He hooks one ankle over the other as he continues to sip on wine that stains his tongue purple, smiling to himself at the way Jim takes initiative without much caring for who is telling him to do what. Hans doesn't have the heart to tell him to stop when there isn't much reason to and, well, he's enjoying the way it makes Henry flush far too much.

"Don't take them off just yet," he implores, eyes dragging down Henry's front to where Jim's head is now pressed, as if he needs any further prompting. "You can get hard like this easily, can't you, Henry?"

The wide grin is met with a discerning look that borders on shy if Hans didn't know any better. Henry is enjoying this far too much, and why shouldn't he? He deserves to be bathed in attention too and Hans is glad to encourage it.

The hand resting on Jim's head remains steady even as Henry's breathing stutters out of his lungs. He's torn between looking down at the man between his legs to the one lounging on the bed enjoying the show, and he suddenly realizes how quickly the tables were turned on him. Perhaps unintentionally, but still. It's enough to simmer a stupid bout of quiet laughter in his throat, and his fingers tighten just so through dark blond hair.

'Of course, Sir. Anything for you.' The sarcasm dripping from his tone earns an eye roll from the little lord in his perch, and Henry's smile only grows, before he glances back down to Jim on his knees. He's already flush in the ears and across his cheeks, offering a gentle rock forward toward the mouth pressed to his front.

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"Mmmh~" The faintest of noises in agreement for Hans' instruction drafts upward from Jim's throat. He lets go of the ties of the braies where he'd been mouthing at them as little more than a tease. He'd much rather map out the shape of Henry through the cloth with his mouth. His hands stay locked around Henry's thighs. His anchor when James is starting to feel a bit hazy with his own growing lust. The jab might have been at Henry, but James is certainly capable of getting hard entirely untouched just by working Henry up.

He doesn't seem to mind the fact that both Henry and Hans can see him do so, either.

There's a shiver underneath Henry's finge.."rtips. He freezes immediately, the question on the tip of his tongue to ask if James is alright but when the blonde looks up at him, blue eyes dark with desire, Henry shuts his mouth so fast the clack! of his teeth can be heard. Oh. That was a good shiver then. For the hand in his hair, or the other???

"Like... This, Kubik?" He asks softly, pulling ever so slightly at Jim's hair. It drags him forward a fraction of an inch but the shudder he feels in his hand is stronger this time. As is the muffled moan pressed against his length. Breath hot--a caress of its own around him.

Of the three of them, James can talk of sin with a perfectly gentlemanly smile on his face the longest. But he's never been difficult to rile in touch, especially after some time with both men learning his every weakness. All Henry had to do to turn this back onto Jim was to take that initiative in turn to escalate. It's what the blonde was offering from the onset.

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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.

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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?"

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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.

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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.

[smartass_captain]

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?'