Hank cursed under his breath as he climbed into the loft and saw him. He'd been away maybe a little longer than the hour promised. Maybe closer to two hours, if not a little more. Checking on the sheep took longer than he'd expected, especially since he'd found a broken fence plank on the forest side. Luckily, only two sheep had wandered a little way into the trees. Sixty had his eye on them, but Hank wanted them back in the field, so Connor dashed into the trees to round them up. Of course, that unsettled the rest of the herd, so Hank had to move them on to the next field and let them calm down while he gathered what he needed to fix the broken fence. He'd almost forgotten Richard by the time he finished. Almost. It was hard to forget what a gift he had waiting.
It looked like the experience had been too much for Richard so far. He looked like he was sleeping. His eyes were closed, and the only sign that he could feel anything at all was the twitching of his lower body as the relentless cock sank into his ass. Fuck, he was a sight to behold. His skin was glistening, muscles twitching with overstimulation, and his cock was half hard, giving a weak twitch with each thrust. There was a thick layer of pearly release splashed across his torso. So much that Hank knew he'd come at least two or three times. It had made multiple trails along his abs and chest, some of it smearing his neck and cheek, and still more was dripping down his sides to the straw below.
Glancing at his phone, Hank smirked. The screen was still lit, so it was still recording. He'd have quite a show to watch later. For now, it was about time he woke Richard so he could enjoy him properly. First things first, he couldn't let him dehydrate. Cracking a bottle of water, Hank approached the bound figure and gently ran his fingers through his hair. He didn't want to rouse him too roughly. The brunette locks were damp, sticking to his forehead as Hank brushed them aside and teased his ear. The gentle rousing soon did its job. Taking a deeper breath, Richard turned his head with a groggy hum and winced. The attachment was still glistening, so Hank put the accompanying whine down to overstimulation, which didn't get any better as Richard roused further.
"H-Henry-uhn!" Fuck, that broken little mewl sounded good. It was a good thing he'd clued Allen in earlier and told him to ignore anything he heard. They both knew Richard would be embarrassed if he realised how loud he was being. His chestnut eyes were glittering as he looked up, and his whole body shuddered as Hank gently stroked his sticky cheek to get rid of some of the pearly smears. He whined again, a dry, cracked sound that quickly reminded Hank of the bottle in his hand.
"Hey, Richie. I brought you some water. Come on," he encouraged softly as he cradled Richard's heavy head and tipped the bottle. A little trickled down his chin, making him shiver at the cold on his skin. He was parched. Half the bottle went within a few seconds. "Fuck, honey, it looks like you came three times!" The colour in Richard's cheeks suggested it was more. Hank chuckled softly as he ran his fingers through the smears on his chest and made a show of sucking them off, which brought a delightfully wanton look to Richard's face. "Still good?"
Though wary of how he winced, the colour in his cheeks suggested that it was. Hank left an opening, waiting for some sort of objection or request. That he didn't get any suggested that, whatever he would inevitably say later to deny it, Richard was still enjoying it. His cock was certainly into it. It was almost at full mast. Chuckling, Hank helped him finish the water and tossed the empty bottle aside. Now that he was more awake, the sensitivity had returned. His hips squirmed, unable to escape the delicious grind in his passage, making him pant and gasp for breath, pulling weakly on the restraints.
"H-Henry, p-please!" Richard wasn't sure what he was asking for. It felt like he'd been on edge for hours. His whole body was thrumming with pleasure, but he was tender. His muscles were sore and tired, and his passage was so sensitive it was almost painful. Almost. Right now, his body was in the middle of a rise. His core was tight with pleasure, his cock twitching with interest as he nudged his hips and the rubbery tip rammed into his prostate. It was so sensitive at this point that he almost spilled just from that, and his thighs twitched and shuddered.
"Fuck, look at you…" Hank remained at his side and smirked as he glanced at the camera. Richard whined softly, giving him a pleading look. "What do you want, Richie? You want me to touch you?" Richard gave a weak whine of agreement, still staring up at him with something akin to adoration in his dark eyes. Hank chuckled as he moved to stroke his cheek, taking the time to properly wipe away the smears with his sleeve. "Where? Here?" Hank nuzzled his now relatively clean cheek, letting his stubble scratch and tickle the smooth surface. Richard gasped and twitched, though something in his expression suggested that wasn't quite it. Smirking, Hank moved lower to nibble along his jaw until he reached his ear. "Tell me where, Richie," he whispered, licking the shell and nipping the lobe.
"D-don't tease!"
"But I'm so good at it!" Hank chuckled at the glare he was receiving, but that look quickly disappeared as rough fingertips finally reached his pecs. "Fuck, look at these buds…I bet it's been driving you mad, being stuck there with no way to touch them…" He knew he was right as Richard gasped and arched his spine. A loud moan slipped out as the change in angle drove the pounding cock deeper. Hank cursed under his breath and loosened his jeans, desperate to get a hand on his own cock. "You going to let me see you, honey? Let me see you come." Richard whined, clearly embarrassed as his body twitched.
"Henry, I want-" A sharp whine cut him off as Hank's thumb moved to circle one of the tender buds. Smiling, Hank kissed his temple and returned to his ear, letting his hot breath tease the shell.
"And I'm going to give it to you. As soon as you finish." Richard moaned, turning his flushed face away as Hank teased him. Chuckling, Hank kissed his way down to his pecs, where he licked and nibbled the sensitive buds. They were salty with sweat and sticky release, which soon made its way into Hank's whiskers as he sucked and licked. The taste made him groan as he fisted his cock and pumped, enjoying the way Richard jerked and squirmed beneath him, unable to escape the onslaught of pleasure.
"F-fuck! Fuck-Henry-please-fuck-fuck!" Fuck, he was a vocal little thing. Good job he'd already told Allen what was going on, otherwise he would have come running, thinking something was wrong. Hank released his cock to pinch and roll both of Richad's tender buds as his hips started jerking.
"That's it, Richie. Just like that, let me see you." Throwing his head back, Richard spilled with a whimper, though it was a pitiful spurt this time, just a small stream that splashed his abs and trickled down his waist. "Fuck, you're doing so well. You're so good." Richard's body fell limp with relief as Hank finally stepped between his thighs and turned off the throbbing attachment. As soon as it turned off, Richard's body started twitching with fatigue and overstimulation. He almost cried as the rubber cock was removed, but then Hank was between his thighs, rubbing lube on his own very real cock. Richard let out a pitiful whimper at the sight. "You ready?"
"Y-yeah." His own cock was spent, lying limp and pathetic on his thigh, and his muscles were shuddering with overuse. Tingles shot across his skin, which almost seared as Hank's rough hands gripped and squeezed his thighs. Really, he was beyond tired, but this is what they'd both been waiting for. The first press was almost too much. Hank's cock stretched his ass as it usually did, pushing the walls to their limits, but it was a lot softer than the rubber attachment from earlier. There was something familiar, even homely, about the way Hank's cock slipped inside like it belonged there. A feeling of relief swept through him as he was finally filled.
Hank seemed to be enjoying it just as much as he was. A low, rumbling groan crooned in his throat as he sank in to the hilt and stopped. Richard's passage was soft and loose around him, a warm, welcoming sheath for his eager cock. The glide was slick and smooth with the lube from earlier. His thighs were soon smeared with it as he met Richard's glossy ass. Greedy hands gripped the soft flesh, smearing and massaging the sticky mixture of lube and semen into the skin. Richard mewled helplessly as he was fucked.
It was different this time. Hank's cock was much softer than the silicone attachment, less rigid and ungiving. It soothed his abused walls as he rocked in, driving deeper than the silicone attachment could reach. Hank smirked at the salacious sounds that fled Richard's lips, a cross between a blissful moan and a sigh of relief. Despite his fatigue, he still rocked and jerked his hips, eager to meet him. The slap of Hank's pelvis on his ass was ultimately more satisfying than the relentless, clean glide of the earlier attachment.
"Fuck, you're so good! That toy really loosened you up for me. Can you feel it? Can you feel how warm and soft you are for me?" Richard whined in response, lifting and dropping his ass in time with Hank's thrusts and following the guiding hands on his ass. The top buttons of Hank's shirt had come loose, and his jeans were bunched around his knees, but besides that he was still fully dressed. It was almost teasing the way his collar had loosened to show off a few stray silvery curls, but no more. Richard whined as Hank leaned closer, resting his clothed belly against his limp cock. Their lips met in eager kisses, and Hank's greedy hands squeezed and stroked anything he could reach, leaving sticky prints all over Richard's body.
"H-Henry-fuck-fuck me!"
"Alright, honey. I'm here, I'm with you. Can you feel me? Yeah?" Richard nodded, tears hovering at the corners of his eyes. Hank hushed and cooed softly as he leaned in and littered his lips with gentle kisses. Fuck, this little ferret was going to be the death of him. He could feel the cock between them weakly trying to twitch to life. It was a wonder he could manage after all the times he'd come already. "Where is it, honey? Right there?" Richard nodded, little squeaks escaping with each thrust as Hank finally found his spot.
The admission was enough to drive Hank mad, hips snapping loudly and ramming Richard's ass into the leather seat below. Chestnut eyes widened as he spilled between them, bringing a clearer fluid than usual. Hank was surprised he'd managed, considering he wasn't even half hard. From the way his body was shuddering, he was still coming, so Hank dutifully sank in and jabbed that spot again and again until he finally fell limp and dazed against the leather. The sight of that was enough to make Hank spill, making him curse into Richard's shoulder as he leaned over and peppered kisses up and down his neck.
"Richie…Hey, you falling asleep on me?" Hank teased, still panting as he pushed himself up. Richard's eyes were almost fully lidded, his body still twitching with aftershocks where Hank was still embedded. A small hum slipped out, which almost sounded like an agreement. Pushing himself up with a chuckle, Hank pulled out and started loosening all the straps. Richard didn't even seem to notice until his arms fell free, at which point he groaned and rotated the stiff joints. They didn't really hurt, but he'd been strapped like that, tugging and pulling, for quite a while. He didn't even know how long. It felt like fucking hours!
It seemed Hank had come relatively prepared. He couldn't clean up and shower in the loft, but a soft towel was soon wiping his sticky skin, getting the worst of it off. It took a little time, but Richard was soon back in his tight pants and boots, with his jacket slung over the top. He only really needed to be decent enough to run across to the house in case Allen saw them. Even if he saw, Hank knew he wouldn't say anything. It was Allen who'd helped him set up the loft in the first place. He knew exactly what they were getting up to in there.
It was barely three in the afternoon, but as the seasons changed, the sky was already dimming overhead. It was a pretty grey day too, which didn't help. Richard was surprised, when they stepped out, that Hank's hand on his back steered him towards the backyard. It would be faster to go to the front of the house. It became obvious once they turned the corner that Hank didn't intend to take him home at all. He was leading him across the yard towards the fencing that divided their properties, where Connor was already waiting with his paws on the fence. Richard slowed a little, bringing Hank to a stop as well.
"Come to my place…I can take care of you there." Richard's brow furrowed indignantly.
"Take care of? I'm not an invalid!" His ass was a little sore now, sure. And his muscles were aching from the earlier strain, but besides that he was fine! He stumbled a little as Hank pulled him into his arms and kissed him senseless. Part of him was determined not to be taken in by such advances, but the other part was happily losing itself in a tangle of eager lips and roving hands. Hank cupped his cheek with one hand and rubbed his thumb in small circles. His skin was still a little sticky from their previous activities.
"I know, but I want to spoil you a little." They could do that just as well at his house. "Don't worry, Sumo and Connor are good boys. They won't bother you." Maybe they wouldn't, but all his stuff was at his house, and he'd need a change of clothes. But if Hank comes to my house, he'll also need a change of clothes.
"Alright, but I really need a shower." Hank huffed fondly as he wrapped an arm around him and headed for the fence.
"I figured as much." Richard wasn't going to say anything, but he was also pretty wiped. Exhausted was more like it. He was too tired to even flinch as Connor padded excited circles around them. Hank let out a quick whistle and sent him zipping across the yard while he helped Richard over the fence. With Richard safely nestled in the crook of his arm, Hank guided him up to the house, where Sumo stood to greet him. "Are you hungry?" Hank asked as they entered the house, but Richard shook his head. He was too tired to be hungry. It seemed Hank understood as he lifted and carried him straight up to the bathroom, where he set him by the large tub. As soon as the water was warm enough, he lifted Richard in and knelt beside him, stroking his hair and kissing his temple.
He spoke in hushed tones, speaking just enough to stop him from falling asleep. His large hands were soothing as they worked soap into his tired limbs and shampoo into his hair. Warm water trickled over his head as Hank tipped a full jug over his head to rinse him. Richard moved as guided, getting to his knees and lifting his arms and legs as asked. Soon, he was wrapped in a fluffy towel and carried to the bedroom. Hank dried him off, but didn't bother to offer him clothes before ushering him into the large bed.
The sheets were fresh. A nice clean cotton smell reached Richard's nose as he shuffled lower and nestled his head in the pillows. It was nice. The room wasn't too hot now the weather was cooling, and it smelled like Hank. The scent of wet dog was weaker here, a sign that they usually kept to the lower floor. That was something of a relief as Richard closed his eyes. He didn't need to worry. He felt safe. A weathered hand stroked his damp locks and a gruff voice mumbled something about getting him some clothes. Richard hummed some form of permission and turned over. He was asleep before the door closed.