Page 43 of Hansel and Gerhardt (The GriMM Tales #3)

Yes, Hansel had fingered him before, but with this first determined incursion came the promise that Hansel was just getting started this time.

Again he pressed them in, curling his fingers to sweep his sweet spot, his palm massaging his balls, his mouth working hot and hard.

And Gerhardt, for as much as he could think about anything, slightly panicked, because Hansel had him on the table, Hansel was using his royal lubricant, Hansel was maybe about to give him what he’d been begging for all those months, and Gerhardt couldn’t come yet.

He wanted it to last, and last, and last.

“Hansel,” he uttered on shuddering breaths. “Hansel… dick… please…”

He received a gruff grunt for all his effort, and Hansel only wrapped his tongue about his cock and worked him even more unmercifully.

Surely, Hansel was not trying to make him come so soon?

But as Gerhardt sank one trembling hand into his fiery locks, as Hansel moaned his enjoyment, he wondered, was that such a bad thing? They could certainly fuck on the table other days. All the days. Maybe today, since Hansel seemed so intent on drinking him down, he could let himself—

No!

He’d forgone Hansel’s delicious food. He’d gotten himself all ready for this. He’d bought eye-wateringly expensive lubricant! No. Today was the day.

“Hansel!” He made a fist and ripped Hansel’s head from his cock. The way the lips came plump and red, that flush to his cheeks, it took everything in Gerhardt not to push him back down and finish in his mouth.

Instead, he held tight as he could and demanded, “Give me dick, now.”

Hansel stood, but he didn’t take his fingers from Gerhardt’s tight hole.

“Now?” He moved his body closer to Gerhardt, the enormous mass of him, so broad and well fed, the red hairs on his chest, the imposing heat of him pressed against Gerhardt.

He wrapped his hand around the back of Gerhardt’s neck and wrenched him in close, stealing a scathing kiss.

Then he pulled him back and held him inches away, taking his breath with his own as he curled his fingers, sending blissful shudders through Gerhardt.

“Are you going to tell me that doesn’t feel good? ”

“No,” Gerhardt gasped out. A bruising kiss silenced him, nothing but the delicious slapping sound of Hansel’s fingers fucking him. “It feels… Oh, Hansel…”

Hansel pushed another finger in, tightening his grip on Gerhardt’s neck as he lost control, nothing but a whimper and a cry and a puddle of a man, pliant in his hold, his dick full, ready to burst with pleasure.

“You said you want more, brother. Do you think you can take it?” He shoved his hand deeper, revelling in the pleasured cries that broke from Gerhardt, that ricocheted off his tall walls, the high ceiling of their own apartment.

“I’m going to fuck you so good, Gerhardt.

I will keep you full. I promised you that. ”

And full he was. Already. Three of Hansel’s big, manly fingers, pushing him wide, stretching him open. He knew he was going to need it. He was mentally prepared for the challenge. But could anything physically prepare him for that ?

As if they had a mind of their own, drawn to the one thing he was capable of thinking about, his fingers stretched out for the tie of Hansel’s breeches.

He felt the reprimanding huff against his cheek, and his lust-drunk eyes opened hazy on his beautiful lover.

“Please? Just a taste?” He ripped at the strings.

“You’re so greedy.”

“Only because you love giving it to me.”

He wasn’t wrong.

The string unfurled, Hansel’s dick was wrenched free, and Hansel withdrew his fingers just long enough to shift the plate from beneath Gerhardt.

Gerhardt was already on his knees, then before Hansel knew it, flat on his stomach, splayed out across the table like the most delicious spit roast in existence, and his mouth was hot around Hansel’s dick, gobbling him up.

“Ah, fuck!” Hansel cried. But he wasn’t about to let him slip away so fast.

He spilled drops of the precious golden liquid across the table as he replenished his supply, then slapped a hand down on Gerhardt’s plump ass, pulling him closer, sliding his oily fingers down his crack, and entering him again with three, firm and fast.

Gerhardt’s muffled moans made Hansel want to come in his mouth right then and there, but he was enjoying the sight of him far too much, legs out long, taking Hansel’s finger fucking like he was born for it, writhing on his cock, the movement of his mouth sloppy and desperate.

More. They both needed more.

Hansel’s other hand wrenched his ass wide, and his long arms easily reached their target, a fourth finger joining the others, rocking Gerhardt so hard against the table he slathered pre-cum across the polished surface in his desperate need for friction.

He was a sight to behold. Utterly helpless, a wreck for Hansel’s easy control of him, completely submerged in pleasure, not a care for anything in existence but that moment and that sex.

Hansel was glad he hadn’t sucked him off before dinner, after all.

But now things were becoming pressing, and not just at both ends of Gerhardt. Hansel could feel his orgasm coming for him. It hadn’t taken much from that delicious mouth to push him to the edge, given the sights and sounds before him.

Could Gerhardt feel how tight his balls were? How hard his cock was, and how ready he was? How much he was enjoying having his hand sunk so deep into his beautiful brother?

As if in answer, Gerhardt’s head popped up. He sank begging fingertips into Hansel’s taut abs and cried out, “Please fuck me. Please. Do it now. I can’t wait any longer.”

Hansel released his ass, but Gerhardt, all sex in every movement, shoved him back so hard he fell into his chair.

Then Gerhardt was on top of him, his shins resting on Hansel’s great thighs to support himself, his lips frantic against Hansel’s, his tongue desperate for him, his body alive with all too much pleasure, all at once.

And Hansel, on the edge of obliteration, reached out one desperate hand for Gerhardt’s royal lubricant, and slathered his own dick with it just in time for Gerhardt to settle onto him.

“Oh, fuck, Hansel,” he cried out, as his long-held fantasy of being fucked up the ass by his stepbrother began to come to life.

It was a thick dick, and Hansel had prepared him, truly, as best he could. But this…

“Do you want to stop?” Hansel whispered, arms trembling with the effort to hold himself back and not ram his dick into Gerhardt.

“Fuck, no! Are you mad?” Gerhardt’s fingertips scrunched into his shoulders. “I just. Ah…”

Hansel lifted him just a little, cupping his hands beneath his thighs. “You don’t have to take it all.”

“Like hell I don’t,” Gerhardt rasped, sinking himself back down, drowning out Hansel’s next well-meant advice with a kiss.

And he didn’t stop kissing him. He worked himself into a rhythm on Hansel’s dick, moaning through the delicious warmth that pushed into him, that filled him every bit as much as Hansel had promised he always would.

Hansel did his best to control himself. To ease the movement for Gerhardt, to lift him and guide him, but above all, to keep himself from letting go, because Gerhardt had been perfectly correct.

It was better than anything Hansel could have imagined, not just to be sinking deep into Gerhardt’s tight hole, but to have Gerhardt there in his embrace, breathing for him, existing for him, his own cock and his own presence all Gerhardt knew in the world.

He had pleased him. He could feel it in every rise of his chest and gasp and smile and arch of his back.

He let his hands wander down to the curve of his ass, wander over his hole, where he could feel his big dick sliding into him. He grasped at the plump flesh. “You feel too good. Gerhardt, I can’t hold on.”

“Just let me…” He rose, and he fell, and he fucked Hansel, harder, deeper, until he was fully ensconced, both bodies shuddering in shared ecstasy.

Hansel swept Gerhardt’s sweaty hair back, kissed his cheek, and whispered, “Tell me how much you like it.”

Gerhardt rose again, long and slow, trembling all over. “I love it. I love you.”

“Tell me how much I’ve pleased you,” Hansel begged, gripping his flesh tight as he fucked down on him.

“Oh, my love.” Gerhardt kissed his lips, kissed each cheek. “You’ve given me everything. Everything. I love you, now and forever. My only love.”

Hansel’s hands ran over his naked body, reverent of every curve and shift, over his hips, his ribcage, under his arm and behind his neck where he slipped his fingers into his dark hair, pulling him down with a fistful of soft locks.

“More,” came the plea from Gerhardt’s wet lips.

Hansel thrust his hips up, taking his pleasure in him, controlling him with that iron fist, while Gerhardt cried, “More!”

Hansel’s hand slapping down on his ass wrenched him in, and, “Don’t stop,” Gerhardt begged.

Hansel sank his head against his shoulder, took hold of Gerhardt’s dick, and thrust up into him, wrenching at his lovely hair, licking his beautiful skin, devouring his every moan, fucking him blissfully, beautifully, unrelentingly, until Gerhardt cried out his name and a burst of white painted his abs.

He locked arms around Gerhardt and pulled him down, firm and brutal, and, finally able to let go, he came deep inside his beloved brother.

The two were an exhausted tangle of shot nerves and overwrought emotion, and Hansel brought Gerhardt against his chest and held him, arms wrapped tight around his back, kissing him, kissing him. “I hope I wasn’t…” he whispered breathlessly. “Was that… I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“Oh, no, Hansel, no. No. That was…” The sweat cooling on Gerhardt’s upper lip mingled with Hansel’s when their mouths met again. “I’m too deeply in love with you. People shouldn’t feel like this. How do people go through life feeling these things?”

Hansel laughed softly at the beautiful endearment. “We’ll have to find a way. Because this won’t stop. Not ever.”

He manoeuvred Gerhardt up and off his cock, careless of the cum that spilled out and over his nice new chairs as he repositioned him on his lap. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I told you I could take it,” said Gerhardt, that same adored, defiant spark right back in his golden eyes.

“You’ll still fuck me though, won’t you?” Hansel asked, unable to hide the flare of panic that took him as he witnessed the deeply satisfied glaze to Gerhardt’s eyes.

Gerhardt dropped a peck on his lips. “Give me one hour.”

With a chuckle, Hansel flung an arm out long and brought Gerhardt’s discarded lunch plate over to him. “For now, you’ll eat.”

Gerhardt took up his fork with a grin. “Then bed?”

“If you like. Anything you like.”

“And then what?” He took the meat into his mouth, chewing over his words. “Do you want to try to kill these assassins? Or join them? Or…” He let out a small sigh, then lowered his fork.

Hansel deftly snatched it from his hand, pronged more meat, and pressed it to his lips. “If killing the rich men we’re told to, with a bit of backup, is all that’s required of us, then let’s do it.”

“Really? You’d give up our secrecy?”

“It’s up already, my love. But this…” He looked around the richly furnished room, eyes glancing at the shining table, then at the sparkle of chandelier light across the naked form in his arms. “I’m not giving this up for anything.

We’ll do whatever it takes to make it work.

Let’s get in touch, let’s kill some people, and let’s get rich. ”

“Richer,” Gerhardt corrected.

“Richer. And you and me—nothing will ever keep us apart.” He placed his big hand down over Gerhardt’s heart. “Nothing will ever touch this.”

“How did I ever get so lucky?” Gerhardt asked, stroking his red beard.

“Because men like us have to make our own luck. And that’s exactly what we’re going to do.”

Without waiting another second, Hansel picked Gerhardt up and carried him through to the bedroom, taking the plate with them.

He placed it down on the bedside table, then threw Gerhardt down on the bed, sending a tinkle of pearls and jewels from beneath their mattress rolling across the floor.

He lay by his side, fed him lunch, then took his pleasure in his stepbrother over and over again.

Their worries were through, and Hansel and Gerhardt lived together in perfect happiness for all time.

The End