Page 38 of Hansel and Gerhardt (The GriMM Tales #3)

Gerhardt came off his dick, lapping at the crown, softly devouring him, lips sliding over the very tip in such an opulent display of indulgence that it forced from Hansel a rasping, “I can’t. I’m going to come.”

Eyes drunk with lust looked up at him. “Right now?”

“Gerhardt…”

“All over my mouth?”

“Oh fuck.”

“All down my chin?”

“Fuck. Why are you so gorgeous? When did you get like this?”

“Come for me, Hansel.” Gerhardt’s hot hand gripped Hansel’s balls, and he lost all control.

His thighs locked around Gerhardt, his hips rammed forward, and Gerhardt devoured his explosion, taking him deep, forcing him to spill hot down his throat as he stroked him, squeezed him, loved him, drank him down.

He worked Hansel through the most intense orgasm of his entire life, then flung his head up victoriously, and said, “Eat!”

Hansel’s hand reached for his cheek. “I want you.”

“You’ll have more of me than you can take soon enough if you do what I say.” Gerhardt pulled back a little, and while Hansel wasn’t sure what he meant, he was putty in Gerhardt’s hands.

Spent, trembling, exhausted, Hansel flung out a hand for the first thing he could find—a soft, sugar-powdered orb, crunchy-shelled, bloated with pistachio cream.

“Good boy,” Gerhardt purred.

Hansel, body alight with the words, brought the treat to his lips, took a bite. “You should eat, Gerhardt. Let’s maybe take a break, and you can eat—”

“Oh, I’ll eat, all right.” And before Hansel could say another word, Gerhardt shoved Hansel’s thighs wide, dived down, and Hansel cried out in ecstatic shock when Gerhardt’s hot tongue found his hole.

“What the fuck?” Hansel shouted, his dick surging back to life. He dropped his treat, fingers digging into the broken desserts at his side, while Gerhardt’s tongue lapped fresh whipped cream from his pink hole, around and around, devouring him. Until he pushed inside.

Icing and cake squeezed through Hansel’s fingers as he made tight fists, his dick growing harder with every second. “How are you doing that?”

Who was this man? To think, he’d thought he knew him.

All those winters in that lonely cabin. But Gerhardt was sex in its purest form.

He was the master of Hansel’s body, just waiting, all that time, for a chance to show him.

And the way he chose to do it… This was a delight Hansel had never dreamed of, and Gerhardt seemed to know intuitively how it would affect him.

Gerhardt reached blindly for his dick while he ate him out, and he discovered it hard again, just as he’d hoped he would.

He gripped it with a creamy hand, stroked it smooth and fluid, and Hansel reached arms over his head to grasp the top of the table.

He was wrung out, overwrought through sheer ecstasy, his dick almost too sensitive from having come so recently, and Gerhardt wasn’t about to let him calm down.

Gerhardt licked a line up to his balls, pausing to lap up all the cream he’d spilled there, making Hansel’s thighs shudder.

“Hansel?” He took his balls in his hot mouth, just for one sweet moment, then continued the trail with his tongue right the way to the top of Hansel’s dick. “Do you mind if I fuck you?”

“You—if you—uh—ahhhhh—”

Gerhardt sucked Hansel’s dick into his hot mouth, stealing the words from him.

“What’s that?” He took the liberty of sliding one creamy finger into Hansel’s tight ass, and Hansel’s body reacted with a delicious shiver. Gerhardt kissed his dick, running his tongue around the tip. “Hansel?”

“Gerhardt, fuck!” Hansel cried out, writhing in dessert.

“You seem fine like this.” He pumped his finger in and out with earth-shattering precision. “Maybe you don’t want me to fuck you.”

“No!” Hansel cried.

“No?” Gerhardt responded. He pulled his finger out as he licked Hansel’s dick from the base to the tip. But this was no retreat. He only dipped his fingers into a swirl of cream, then redoubled his work on Hansel’s ass with two fingers.

“Ah, fuck!” Hansel cried, losing his sugary fingers in his hair. “Please, Gerhardt. Fuck!”

“Please don’t fuck you?”

“God damn it, Gerhardt!” His pelvis shot forward desperately, curling the tips of Gerhardt’s fingers so that a sharp thrill ran through his entire body. “Oh, fuck! What did you just do?”

Gerhardt’s eyes widened at the new amusement. “This?” He curled them again, drinking in the tightening of Hansel’s abs, the greedy clenching of his ass, the way he bit into the back of his hand to keep from screaming. “But I guess if you want me to stop…”

“Oh, no! Oh, please no. Please, Gerhardt. Please don’t stop. Not ever.” He reached for him, trembling hands grasping at his shoulders, sliding uselessly to the mess on the table. “More. Please give me more.”

“With pleasure.” He worked Hansel’s miraculously discovered sweet spot, widening his fingers, toying with him, responding to every cry of pleasure with a ratcheting up of his actions, his dick ready to burst at the sights and sounds of Hansel falling apart for him.

More cream again, and he pressed another finger in, and Hansel gave a cock-twitching grunt that made Gerhardt’s dick positively ache for him. He looked so good, his hole stretched wide, those thighs shaking, those lips trembling, barely able to form words, a complete wreck for Gerhardt.

Gerhardt was entranced, loving every moment, and he had little thought for his own pleasure.

That is, until Hansel controlled himself just a little, enough only to rasp out a surprisingly eloquent, “I want you to fuck me. I want your dick inside me. I want you to indulge in me, take your pleasure from me. I want you to tear me apart, Gerhardt.”

Never was a wish granted so quickly or with such enthusiasm.

Releasing Hansel just long enough to slap a handful of whipped cream onto his own dick, Gerhardt took hold of his hip, lined himself up with Hansel’s begging hole, and plunged himself in.

The bliss was palpable, emanating from every inch of him. It felt like stepping into Heaven. The desperate need his dick had for touch, but here was Hansel, and he was too perfect. He was so hot, so tight. Gerhardt had never felt such all-encompassing ecstasy.

Hansel grasped his wrist, pulled at him, begging against clenched teeth for him to push deeper, to come closer.

Gerhardt closed a hand at his waist to try to support himself, to slow things for Hansel’s sake. But Hansel wrapped a leg around behind him, forcing him in. “Oh, fuck, Hansel,” Gerhardt cried. “You feel incredible.”

Hansel reached long arms down for his thighs, desperate for more of him, bucking his hips so Gerhardt doubled over, sinking even deeper. He let out a small laugh in shock at himself, at Hansel, at the strange newness of it all. “You really like being fucked, don’t you?”

“Yeah. I think I do.” He dug his fingers into Gerhardt’s skin. “Give me more.”

“That’s not a small dick, Hansel. Maybe we should slow down.”

“More!” Hansel demanded. And who was Gerhardt to deny him?

He settled both hands on Hansel’s chest, arched his back, and slipped his dick a little way back, then, “Are you sure you can take it?”

“Fuck me!”

Gerhardt slammed into him, and they both cried out, pleasured moans so loud they drowned out the still-screaming Herr Candy, still flailing, on fire in the oven.

Hansel’s broad and built chest rose with gasping breaths. Gerhardt grasped handfuls of him, overcome with intensity. He managed to ask, “Are you all right?”

“Kiss me. Kiss me, please.” His hand wrapped around his neck, and he brought Gerhardt’s lips to his own, his tongue striking out for him in an adoring kiss. “Don’t you dare stop. Fuck me. Wreck me.”

And so Gerhardt did. He drove into Hansel unguardedly, lovingly, desperately, every shock of his hips, every wrenching grasp of his shoulders an expression of the desperate love that had taken him over, body and soul.

Passion—all passion except anger—had been absent from him almost all his life.

But now there was this. This love which bloomed true and powerful, pure, beautiful, and untameable.

This love that was going to be his sole purpose for the rest of his life—proving his love for Hansel just as much as Hansel had proven himself to Gerhardt.

He leaned down and kissed him. “You’re so strong, Hansel.”

Hansel let out a soft moan.

He thrust into him. “You’re so smart, Hansel.”

“Oh, Gerhardt….” Hansel grasped handfuls of his hair, his whole body on fire as Gerhardt swept over that magical spot with his cock, which was so big, so beautiful, so soul-shattering in his desire for him, physical, spoken, everything Hansel had needed in his heart to feel and to hear.

Gerhardt pulled back and thrust in again and again, his body shuddering, blissful, but doing his best to hold on for Hansel.

“And you’re so big.” He took hold of his dick, pulling a soft whimper from the huge man beneath him, the man who could crush him like a twig if he wanted to. “And you’re so brave.”

A whine broke from him, deep, loving, yearning, for Gerhardt, for his love.

“My Hansel… My beautiful Hansel…” His fingers dug into Hansel’s chest as his orgasm came for him. “I love you so much, Hansel.”

“My darling.” Hansel wrapped his arms around him, pulled him chest to chest, and held him as his body turned rigid, as he spilled inside of Hansel with one final, deep thrust, forcing another orgasm from Hansel, hot cum painting their abs as Gerhardt kissed him, kissed him, kissed him…

When it was through, Gerhardt slid off him, into the nook of Hansel’s arm, Hansel’s big, warm hand landing on his waist to pull him tight against him.

Hansel kissed his forehead, kissed his cheek, then lay back on a blueberry pie.

They caught their breath while Gerhardt toyed with the red hairs on Hansel’s pale chest, his cheeks flushed, happier than he’d ever been in his whole life.

But the first thing Hansel asked was, “You’ll live with me in the city, won’t you?”

Gerhardt’s head lifted in surprise. “Hansel, I’m never leaving you again.”

Hansel’s eyes misted, and his beautiful, quiet smile widened. “We’ll live like this? Together?”

“Yes,” said Gerhardt. “For as long as you’ll have me. But if you get sick of my fiery temper, and want someone else, I’ll understand.”

Hansel laughed and patted Gerhardt’s head back down onto his shoulder. “Your fiery temper…” Stroking his arm with languid fingers, “You’ll never know how much I missed that. What it was like watching you fade away. I knew I loved you, Gerhardt, but that… That just about broke my heart.”

Gerhardt nuzzled against his chest. “I couldn’t do a thing,” he said softly.

“I could see you. I wanted to help you. And I couldn’t do a thing.

And then my thoughts… they weren’t even mine anymore.

Not really. But even then, they were always of you.

But most especially after you said to me, ‘Remember that I loved you’ .

After that, it was all I could hear. Over and over.

Even half asleep, I just heard those words.

” Hansel’s heart stuttered, and Gerhardt looked up into his eyes.

“You’ve become everything to me. And I only wish, all those winters, I could have seen it.

I was so blind. I wish I’d seen this side of you. You’re the kindest man alive.”

Hansel’s eyes closed to stop a tear escaping, but Gerhardt saw, and Gerhardt kissed his cheek as an end to it. He snuggled in tight, skin to skin. “I do wish you’d eat a little more, though.”

That warm chuckle so deep in that chest he loved. “You filled me well enough.”

“Hansel.” Gerhardt slapped his chest halfheartedly.

Hansel kissed his temple again, then rested his head there. “When we wake, my love. I just… I need a little rest.”

Of course he did. He’d starved himself for days, lived in constant terror, almost had his heart broken by his stepbrother, dug his own grave, defeated some sort of evil magical demon-witch, then fucked Gerhardt so well he’d come twice.

Gerhardt was about to suggest that the bed upstairs might be a better spot for a nap, but Hansel’s breath had already become deep and even.

And it was warm there on the table, deep in cake with the fire burning hot in the oven.

Now only the occasional feeble dying thump came from Herr Candy.

He was taking a long time to burn. But that was fine.

It was the least he deserved. And it was more fuel for the fire.

Gerhardt kissed his beautiful, brave brother’s cheek, snuggled in, then drifted off to sleep in Hansel’s arms.