Chapter 14

"I spoke with Charles a few minutes ago," Henry said as he sat on the underwater step, merged to mid-chest. Dean stiffened in his arms and took a deep drink from the wine, "Be careful, you haven't eaten," the king said warmly.

"So easy for you to say," Dean muttered.

"Indeed, but it is not easy for me to say this; I love you. Never have I said those words to anyone, but my family." Henry nuzzled Dean's neck as he sat between his legs, against his chest.

"Amongst them your wife," Dean said, his fingers playing over the king's arm, The dark dusting of hair covering his lower arms, soaked and slick with the oils in the water.

Henry shook his head, "My marriage with Katherine was never about love; it was a political treaty, one I am trying to break, as I forge an alliance with France through the marriage of our children."

"Okay," Dean said quietly and looked away.

"Dean,"Henry sighed, slightly frustrated. He tried to keep his calm, but it was hard when the one his heart was set on, was set on distrusting him. "The queen knows of you. I have kept all my mistresses from her to the best of my ability, many years ago she made me promise that should my heart truly be taken by another, I should tell her. And I did. You are not a dirty secret- perhaps from the cardinal, but certainly not from my friends and family. If I could, I'd marry you," he said.

Dean just grabbed the mug of wine and poured himself another full goblet. As soon as he drowned it, an annoyed Henry took it from him and placed it on the marble edge of the bath.

"I know you are scared, but I beg of you to believe me that you have nothing to be scared of. I will never break your heart- not if I can help it, and by my soul I swear I will never hurt you again." Henry hesitated. "You said... that what I had taken from you, could never be compensated..." he spoke softly, almost afraid of how Dean would react to his words "And I know that it cannot, but perhaps... if you wish, you could give me the chance to make a better memory for you?"

Dean was quite tipsy, and while he was not drunk, he was just far enough gone to forego his anger. Yes, he would like a better memory. "I think... I think I would like that."

Henry let out a relieved sigh, "Whenever it may please you, I am at your service-"

"Now," Dean whispered. "I'd like... you now."

Henry paused, "Are you certain?"

Dean twisted in Henry arms and looked at him. "You said you won't hurt me. I need proof, and the only way to get proof, is to trust you. I'm trusting you."

Henry felt himself twitch inside his towelled wrap, but tried to contain himself. Ever so gently he pulled Dean up to straddle his lap. The king smiled and leaned in to place the most chaste and soft kiss on Dean's pink lips. "Anything you desire," he said. Dean just kissed him. Henry was surprised when Dean deepened the kiss. His movements were slow, and trying. Henry pulled form the kiss and looked at him quizzically; how many women have you been with?" he asked.

Dean seemed a little put out by the ill timing of the question, but the question itself caught up with him too soon for him to dwell on it, "Winchesters wait until marriage,... sire," he added softly. While he'd decided that like his parents, he would wait until he was wed, sometimes his inexperience was somewhat embarrassing. "I'm not... I'm not experienced-" he mumbled. Surely the women the king had previously had in his bed were well versed in the arts of giving pleasure. "I''m so-mhm-" he was cut off by the king kissing him hard, with such a desire it took his breath away, and sent jolts to his groin.

"You're perfect!" Henry breathed, "No one has laid a hand on you, or tasted your lips but me. Do you know what that means to me- what you do to me?" He did not wait for, or expect an answer. He groaned deeply as Dean shifted in his lap. He ran his hands down the slick back, resting at the hem of the towel, "May I?" he asked. Dean nodded, and Henry quickly undid the wrap and threw the water-heavy cloth over his shoulder.

Dean shivered as he felt hands cup and gently squeeze his arse. "Oh," He mewed as and fell against the king's chest, feeling both tucked in by the heat surrounding them, and laid bare, by their nakedness. He bit the king's collarbone gently, and let his hands wander downwards. Henry's stomach muscles twitched as Dean's fingers pulled at the wrap. Dean frowned as it would not come undone. He pulled away, and gave it a hard yank that pulled the king a few inches forward. Henry laughed, pleased, and let the towel come undone. He lifted slightly and pulled it from underneath him, and threw it next to Dean's own towel.

Dean was slightly apprehensive as he crawled back into the king's lap. He was almost embarrassed to say that he truly did not believe that that would in any way fit within him, without hurting him. He reached out and touched it, but jumped a little at Henry let out a growl like groan at the touch, "Please go on," he said. So Dean did. No, it would not, he thought, even his fingers seemed dainty holding it. It was hot and very hard, but yet soft, in a way; very different form his own. He had never really pleasure himself, as the priests actively discouraged it, especially for some one as 'beautiful' as himself; such beauties were often tested more by the temptation of the flesh than those not so fortunate, he'd been told. Uncle Bobby said it was a load of horse dung, He pulled at it carefully, running his fingertips across the pillowy head, fascinated, eager and nervous all at the same time.

He looked up and Henry, who was rather flushed. Henry pulled him closer and slowly slid his hand between his cheeks, rubbing at his entrance. Immediately, Dean tensed. Henry kissed his shoulder, "Relax, I will only use my fingers," he promised.

"O-okay," Dean stuttered and tried to relax.

"Sit down on my thighs," Henry instructed. Dean did as he was told, and as the king spread his own legs, he fell against his chest. Henry wrapped an arm around him, and let the other wander down between their bodies, and between his legs.

Dean's breath hitched as the tip of a finger pressed into him. It didn't go far, and far that he was grateful; it felt big enough on its own. He wrapped his arms around Henry's neck and relaxed as much as he could. He felt so open and vulnerable as the king reached inside him. "Mhm," he whimpered as the finger wiggled deeply, and then trust slowly. He bit his lip and exhaled, his breath cool compared to the hot air in the room, making Henry's hairs stand up at the back of his neck. Soon he felt another finger enter him. It burned a little, but it was not painful. As the king moved his fingers in slow circular motions, he relaxed, and the burn faded.

"Last one," Henry murmured as he slid in his ring finger. Immediately, Henry slid them deep, aiming for that magical spot Compton had told him of. Of course he had not asked, but Compton, the exhibitionist he was, decided to share that little treasured piece of information.

"Ooh," Dean shuddered. The feeling shooting up his spine easily overpowered the burn of the invasion. "Henry," he moaned and pressed back, wanting more of that feeling. And Henry obliged. Of course, Compton had also told him, that when taken, a man could come more than once, much like a woman- but it was easier to make happen. Henry felt his finger slide easily into Dean's body and decided he was ready.

"Dean," he said, "Ready?" he asked, slightly surprised at the huskiness of his own voice. Dean looked at him with wide, almost fearful eyes. "Don't worry. You're on top; you control the pace," the king told him, stroking his sides. Dean raised himself slightly, his knees braced on the hard smooth stone of the step. Henry grabbed and steadied himself as Dean leaned back. Dean could feel Henry's manhood against his entrance, and even just by pressing it against it, it felt too big. "Bear down," Henry whispered, "It will be easier."

"Do you know from experience?" Dean bit, his nervousness making him snappy.

"Only what I've been told- by a trusted source," Henry assured him.

Dean bit his lip, uncertain at the sensations awaiting him, but he did as he was told, and bore down as the king tilted his hips slightly. Dean's knees slipped on the smooth stone and suddenly, the head was inside. Henry caught him, but his own arms were shaking at the purely insane pressure around the tip of his cock. "Ow-" Dean whimpered as tears sprang to his eyes; not as much from the pain as from fear.

"Shhhh," Henry soothed, "Take your time."

Dean nodded. It took a long time, but eventually he felt the king hit bottom, and he felt so full. He frowned; he felt so full, but he was not taking the king fully within himself. He felt behind, and felt several inches bare.

Henry grabbed his hips tightly, steadying him, "Relax, Dean, completely," he said and pulled out. Dean made a sound; that felt so strange. Then he slid back in, pressing against what Dean was sure was as far as he could go, but he was wrong; He felt something in him loosen and give. It was quickly followed by a hot rush, like glowing hot liquid was pouring out from within him. He gasped as Henry slid all the way inside, to the root. Dean slumped, shivering into Henry's arms. Then he tensed, unable to control his body, he arched and pressed down hard; like his body was demanding more already.

Steadying himself with his hands on Henry's chest, he lifted himself up, shivering at how open and sore he felt, then he slowly lowered himself. It burned a little, but only a little.

Henry's hands on hips hip, steady and ready to catch made him feel safer, more secure. It felt... strange. He felt filled, then empty, then filled again. He closed his eyes and concentrated on that feeling, trying to get used to it. He bit his lip, now how did Henry do that thing? He thought hard, if it was there... he thought, then tilting his hips like, "Oh-" His hands flexed involuntarily, scratching his current pool mate. Henry graoned as the slight sting, enjoying it.

Watching Dean ride him, was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Or at least the most adorable. By the vice like tightness round him, he had plenty of empathy for Dean's slow pace. Also he suspested the olied water made it difficult for him to keep his balance, let alone move much faster. Dean moaned, loudly. Henry smiled and kissed his chest, lapping at the salty sweat. So he found it. Henry gasped as Dean clenched, and met Dean's downwards drop with a firm thrust. The blond gasped and grasped Henry's shoulders, clinging as he tried to calm the flash of pleasure shooting up his spine.

Henry pulled him close, setting him deeply in his lap, relishing Dean's wiggling at the full feeling. He kissed him, mapping out ever crevice in his mouth. WIthout as much effort as it hsould have taken, Henry stood up, holding his lover close, and place his bum as the edge of the pool. Dean shivered at the cool stone, but forgot all about the hard floor as Herny moved within him. It made every hair on his body stand out in shocked pleasure, "Henry-" He yelped into his neck.

"Lie back," Henry breathed, He could barely control himself. Dean did as he was told and instinctivly cradled Henry's body with his thighs, wrapping his calves around him. Henry thrust slowly, knowing Dean needed to keep track of everything that was happening. But as the youth whithered, moaned, twisted and mewed beneath him, control was quickly slipping. With a growl he hiked his legs up, hooking them over his arms, almost bending him in half.

Dean didn't protest the manhandling as the sensations tearing through him only got more intense. Henry drank in every yelp of pleasure, every time he struck that spot. Without much though, he pushed Dean's left leg up to his shoulder, hovering above him, sinking deep. "Aaah" Dean moaned brokenly. The intense flashes of pleasure were mind blowing, but this gradual building pressure inside, this burn was driving him insane. "Oh my Goood," he prayed and pulled the king close, needing the contact.

Henry kissed him, ravaged him as he drove them higher. He let the leg on his shoulder drop, a brief thought going to that it was not natural to be bent this way, and it could not be comfortable. He felt the tell-tale pressure in his loins and and unfamiliar lightheadedness. Dean immadiately surged closer, wrapping around him, using his legs to trap him.

Dean panted harshly as his body started to convulse. Henry seized up, surging into him, pressing as deep as he could go. Dean felt a rush of heat in his bowels as the king poured into him. He dimmly realised that his own come was smeared across their bellies, but could not move an inch to save his life.

Heny did not want to move, but he could not imagine the cold stone floor being comfortable. With a sigh he pulled his brain back into his head and wrapped Dean up in his arms, and sunk back into the hot pool.

Dean colapsed again his chest, and seemed to doze off. Henry could feel himself slowly softening and gently pulled out. Dean winced at the empty and weird feeling of the king sliding out of him. He adusted himself slightly and bit his lip as he felt the soreness, and the tenderness in his lower back. But it was nowhere near as bad as last time.

No, he decided; this was his first time.

This was what he would always remember.

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