Unbetitelt

“Where's your practice sword?” was Hans' gruff greeting. He only had one thing on his mind after the long ride and that was fighting. Henry had taken off his armor briefly and really just wanted to talk to Hans. Hans followed up: “Do you want us to fight with our cocks?”

That, in turn, was the one thing Henry couldn't get out of his mind. He would never confess to Hans that he was the holy grail in his sodomitic thoughts. A “Yes, but please a private tournament without the fence audience” was therefore not an adequate answer. 

Henry opted for: “Sir Hans, with your dagger you wouldn't stand a chance against my broadsword anyway.”

The attempt to de-escalate.

(Sketch below the cut.)

Hansry Fanfiction Explicit / 4k words / missing scene -> bathhouse kcd1 English: Leaning to the other side of the bathtub

Teaser: “No chick there to entertain you,” Hans said frustratedly to Henry, who was sitting on the opposite end of the bathtub.

“Turn around,” Henry offered spontaneously.

“Are you giving me orders now, peasant?”

“Only suggestions, of course, your most reverend lord.”

Both grinned. Hans turned around as requested. Henry put his hands on Hans' shoulders and began to massage him. The wet shirt crumpled up and made his work unnecessarily difficult.

"Historici nos contubernales vocabunt."

Henry when he kisses Hans goodnight