Hank hoped Richard wasn't too bored as he returned to the house with Connor on his heels. He'd been stuck in bed for a good three hours since he'd been busy on his rounds. He'd also run into Allen, who was sort of pleased to hear Richard would be out of action for a day or two. It meant he didn't have to keep an eye on him. It also meant he'd had a good time the day before. Though Hank didn't give away any of the juicy details, he could tell from the way he smirked that his friend had been treated to quite a salacious experience. He would also be getting thoroughly pampered as an apology.
The first thing Hank noticed as he entered was that Sumo wasn't on the porch. He paused with a frown, looking over his shoulder to scan the yard. It was unusual for him not to be there. He had a chosen spot, right in front of the rickety old wooden bench that sat below the window. If he wasn't in the yard, then he was probably in the kitchen getting some water. Connor had already run ahead, and seemed just as perturbed as he was that Sumo wasn't downstairs. He padded around the living room and kitchen with his tail hanging low, snuffling his way along the carpeted floor to the foot of the stairs. Upstairs?
"Connor, stay." Connor snuffled and padded off to the kitchen. He knew he wasn't supposed to go upstairs, but so did Sumo. Hank's brow furrowed as he made his way up to the landing, walking quietly and hoping not to alert Richard to Sumo's presence. Ah, fuck. He'd left the bedroom door open. He'd hoped to shepherd Sumo downstairs without Richard knowing he was there, but if the bedroom door was open, chances were he'd gone inside. Hank continued walking with a resigned sigh, ready to voice a thousand apologies as he found Richard cowering in a corner somewhere, but as he reached the doorway, he couldn't help but smile. Well, I'll be! You sly old dog.
It looked like Sumo had worked his magic and won Richard over with his fluff and charm. Folding his arms and leaning on the doorframe, Hank took his time enjoying the sight. Sumo had managed to heave himself up onto the bed and weasel his way around Richard's defences to nestle against his chest. Richard had fallen asleep at some point, his arm still loosely wrapped around Sumo's neck where he'd been stroking him. Hank couldn't resist as he took out his phone and snapped a picture from the doorway. It wasn't the best angle, but he wanted at least one in case Richard woke up.
Luckily, Richard really was out like a light. Creeping around the bed, Hank managed to snap a couple of close-up shots before Sumo's tired eyes blinked open. Signalling him to be quiet, Hank rested a hand on his head to keep him down. Now that Sumo was awake, the pictures were even cuter as he panted happily at the camera, still resting his head on Richard's barely covered chest. Finally, Richard let out a sleepy hum and turned his head, prompting Hank to put his phone away and back up as if he'd just entered.
"Well-well-well, look at you two getting all cosy." Richard didn't even seem to notice at first as he rubbed his eyes, but he did visibly balk as he turned his head and came almost nose to nose with Sumo. Hank laughed heartily as Sumo instantly licked his nose, almost making Richard roll out of bed. Once he was over the initial shock, and wiped his nose on the duvet, Richard rested a hand on Sumo's fluffy head and settled down again with a tired groan. "He didn't bother you too much, did he?" Richard shook his head. He could hardly say he had when they'd been caught red-handed enjoying a late morning nap.
"He's not so bad once you get used to him." It was a grudging admission, but Hank would take it. Sumo seemed happy as well as he raised his head and wagged his tail. Hank chuckled fondly as he patted his fluffy flank. He had to get lunch started, but it wouldn't be fair on Connor to let Sumo stay upstairs while he was confined downstairs. However, it seemed Richard was reluctant to part with Sumo as he continued rubbing his back and teasing his ears. It was an impressive change from a few weeks ago when he couldn't make him go near any of his dogs.
"I'll get lunch going. How does a ham sandwich sound?"
"Sounds great, thanks." Hank backed out with a low chuckle, leaving Richard and Sumo to get the sandwiches ready. As compensation for being the only one downstairs, Hank kept Connor with him in the kitchen and snuck him a few scraps of ham as he made the sandwiches, which were really more like baguettes since he was using long, crunchy bread. He made them with a healthy slather of butter, thin cuts of folded ham, and slices of tomato. On top of that, he added some fresh lettuce and cucumber with a single strip of thick mayonnaise. His own mouth was watering as he sliced the baguettes in half and grabbed two bottles of cold water from the fridge. At the bottom of the stairs, a low whine caught his ear, making him look over his shoulder with a resigned sigh.
Connor was standing at the bottom of the stairs, paws obediently on the floor below the bottom step. His ears had drooped, his tail was low, and his dark eyes were staring up like the world's most wounded animal. Another high-pitched whine reached his ears as he sighed and glanced at the top of the stairs. Connor knew Sumo was up there somewhere, and he understood it wasn't fair that he had to stay downstairs, but Hank wasn't sure how Richard would react to Connor bounding into the bedroom as well. Looking at Connor, he knew there was no way he could leave him downstairs either.
"Alright, come on then, but don't go jumping on the bed, alright?" Connor immediately perked up and planted one paw on the bottom step. When Hank continued going up with no reprimand, Connor followed gleefully. In the doorway, Hank paused to block Connor's entry and give Richard time to voice any objections. "I hope you don't mind, but…Connor was getting a little lonely downstairs." Richard, who was now sitting up, leaned around Sumo to eye the collie in the doorway. Connor, it seemed, was on his best behaviour. He sat at Hank's heels, panting and wagging his tail while waiting for permission to enter, despite being able to see Sumo already on the bed.
"I-I guess he's okay." It was a reluctant admission at best, but Hank would take it. Stepping inside, he led the way to the bed, keeping an eye on Connor at all times. Since they were eating, he shooed Sumo off the bed, where he settled on the floor by the window on Richard's side of the bed. It didn't take long for Connor to join him. Before he settled down, he padded over to Richard to sniff his hand and accept a few hesitant pats. Richard kept one eye on them as he accepted his sandwich, but they seemed content to lie together in a heap by the window.
"How long do you think he's been sneaking up here behind my back?" Hank asked in an amused grumble as he nodded towards Sumo, who kept his head down looking innocent as can be.
"He was pretty comfortable coming in, so it certainly wasn't the first time." Richard really couldn't say, but it did surprise him that Hank didn't notice. "You really had no idea?" It seemed quite impossible that he hadn't. Sumo was a long-haired dog. His fur would get everywhere. Maybe there was a slight argument that Hank was always covered in fur anyway, so he didn't notice, but what about the bed? No way could he miss a dog sized pit in the duvet! Unless he doesn't make the bed every day like I do…
"Not a clue! He's usually down on the porch when I come home." Sumo lifted his head as if he understood he was the topic of conversation. His tongue lolled out as he panted, jaws stretched into what seemed like a cheerful smile. Silence fell as they ate. Sumo and Connor were good as gold. They didn't even beg. Sumo was old enough to know better, and Connor was well aware he'd been spoiled earlier. They also knew they weren't supposed to be in the bedroom, so they were making the most of Hank's good humour.
Hank kept one eye on Richard while he ate, quietly assessing him. Though his dark eyes occasionally strayed towards the dogs, he could tell their presence didn't bother him as much as before. He was pretty relaxed overall. The pain in his muscles seemed to cause him more stress and discomfort than the dogs, making him wince as he twisted his body to pick up his bottle or when he lifted his arm to eat his sandwich. Hank waited until he was finished and lying back against the pillows to make his next move.
"Do your muscles still hurt?" He didn't need to try to sound concerned. He was concerned. It was never his intention to leave Richard in discomfort. Richard's brow furrowed slightly, dark eyes thinning as he shot him a small glare. Hank softened as he lounged beside him and propped himself on his elbow. "You want a massage? I have the oils and stuff…Might make it feel better." Richard was highly suspicious. He was pretty sure there was a catch in there somewhere, and he wasn't sure his body could handle whatever it was Hank had planned.
"I'm really tender right now, so if you're thinking of getting handsy-"
"No-no! Well, not exactly. Hear me out!" Richard's scowl deepened at Hank's stammering and he folded his arms in defiance. "I just want to make you feel better, that's all! The muscle pain is all my fault, so I want to help you out. I even bought some special cream for, uh, you know…" Richard's cheeks flushed as he realised exactly where Hank was intending to put that cream. Seeing that he was about to object, Hank leapt into the opening. "It'll feel a lot better afterwards! I looked it up, and people swear by this stuff." He had looked it up, but he was mostly going by Allen's recommendations. He was pretty seasoned when it came to this stuff.
"I'm in enough pain without you poking and prodding!"
"But look! It says it right here it'll soothe the irritation and calm any swelling." He was pretty sure Richard's ass wasn't swollen, at least not badly. He'd be a lot more miserable if it was. Richard's cheeks were almost scarlet at this point he was so embarrassed. Hank softened further as he reached out to stroke his thigh through the duvet, keeping his touch light so it didn't hurt too much. Still being stubborn, Richard spared him a wary glance. "It's nothing I haven't seen before…I'll be gentle, promise." Hank wasn't sure which part convinced him, but with a reluctant sigh, he finally nodded.
Hank sent Sumo and Connor downstairs. The last thing Richard wanted was an audience, even if it was just a couple of dogs. With a little coaxing, Hank soon had him lying on his back on top of the duvet. It made sense to start with the front. It hurt a lot less there, and it was a good way to ease him into it. Richard was already naked, and Hank slipped out of his jeans with the excuse of keeping the oil off his clothes. He kept his pants and shirt on as he returned with a bottle of soothing oil and slicked his hands.
Richard, with his head now flat at the foot of the bed, looked up nervously as Hank came to kneel on the floor above him. He started with his face, stroking his cheeks and massaging his temples in soothing circles. Richard slowly closed his eyes, quietly enjoying the sensation. It was nice. His head felt thick and fuzzy already as those rhythmic circles continued. Hank eventually went lower, stroking his nose and chin, and massaging along his jaw. The oil made Hank's slightly rough hands a lot smoother as he stroked and teased, and Richard couldn't help the small rumbles purring in his throat as he worked.
Hank's lips softened as he watched Richard's eyelids flutter. His face was relaxed besides the occasional twitch of his brow and his lips remained soft and slack. Little sounds remained trapped in his throat as he tried to hold back, unwilling to let Hank know how well he was doing. Hank smirked at the thought. He'd soon change that when he had him on his front. Richard's body twitched and squirmed as Hank's large hands closed over his throat and moved downwards. He was relatively trusting, keeping his eyes closed despite Hank's hands closing on his delicate neck.
Once he reached his chest, Hank opened his hands and greedily stroked his pecs, deliberately working slow circles over the softer skin until his nipples pebbled against his palms. It was only as Richard dazedly opened his dark eyes that Hank moved lower, leaving glistening skin and curls in his wake. Since he'd moved on, Richard relaxed again and enjoyed the large hands currently circling his sides. So far it wasn't painful, but he hadn't really reached the more painful areas yet. Of all his strained muscles, his abs hurt the least. It was as Hank reached his thighs that the problems started.
"Easy, Richie." Richard hissed as Hank gripped his right thigh and dug his thumbs into the tender muscles. The hiss soon became a mournful groan as Hank lingered, pushing and circling harder. He'd never been one for sports massages, and this was why. Hank wasn't even digging in that much and it was already torture. "Come on honey, it's not that bad." Richard outright glared. Who was he to say how bad it was? He wasn't the one lying there in agony! Hank chuckled softly, flattening his hands to rub up and down his thigh. "Better?"
"A little…Shit, that hurt." Hank lingered on his thigh for a few minutes, gradually rubbing and pressing enough to make him relax. It still hurt, but true to his word, it was a lot less painful. The oil added a nice soothing glide and almost seemed to numb the pain a little. The twitching and whining returned as Hank tended to his left thigh, but things got a lot smoother when he stroked his shins and massaged his feet.
"Will you stay still?" Hank chuckled as Richard squirmed, almost pulling his foot free. Holding tighter, Hank dug his thumbs into the sole of Richard's foot and enjoyed the little mewl that slipped out. He wasn't sure if it tickled or hurt as Richard twitched and squirmed, but he was trying his best to stay still overall. Richard almost melted as Hank stretched his toes and teased his way between them. It felt nice and stopped him from cramping.
His arms were next. Hank was careful as he massaged his shoulders and moved slowly as he circled each joint. The most tender parts were his upper arms, though they were nowhere near as tender as his ass and thighs. Most of the strain had been in his lower body. As a result, he stayed relatively still as Hank pressed and circled his way down to his wrists. Richard hummed softly as Hank took his hands one by one and loosened the muscles there, even stretching and cracking his fingers. Hank smirked as he looked up to see his feet twitching. Richard only ever did that when he was happy.
"Feeling better?"
"A little." It was a grudging admission filled with apprehension for what he knew would come next. The most painful muscles were those in his lower back and thighs. Hank lingered a little longer to let him enjoy a few more moments of relaxed contentment before encouraging him onto his stomach. Richard folded his arms and buried his face between them, already tensing as Hank's large hands settled on his shoulders.
"Jesus Christ! Will you calm down? I haven't even done anything yet!" Hank chuckled as he swung himself over Richard's back and knelt above him. Despite his initial stiffness, Hank's fingers soon had him turning to mush beneath him. Running his hands over his shoulder blades, he pressed and circled his way around his shoulders and down his spine. Richard had never sounded more like a ferret as he whined and mewled, soon fisting the sheets as he buried his face. "Feel good?" Richard nodded as Hank moved a little lower. It was as he reached the dimples in his spine that things got painful.
Richard flinched as Hank gripped his hips, and bit the sheets as he started pressing hard into the muscles of his ass and lower back. He knew it was supposed to help, but it was really fucking painful. Even more infuriating were the continuous reminders for him to relax, and warnings that it would hurt more if he kept tensing. Taking a breath, Richard did his best to go limp and let Hank do as he pleased, but it was absolute agony. Unfortunately, it only got worse as Hank moved to his thighs. The back was worse than the front, and his calves were particularly tender, though they didn't hurt much when they weren't being touched.
"Your calves are tight from all the walking and riding. You need to stretch more!" Hank chided as he stroked another layer of oil up and down his legs from heel to ass. Richard moaned softly, quietly enjoying the long, gliding strokes. Finally, Hank got down to the real business. Massaging each leg, he slowly edged them further apart until there was enough space for him to kneel behind him. As Hank's hands closed on his ass, Richard seemed to understand what was coming. He tensed immediately, making Hank linger on his ass as he squeezed and circled the plush cheeks. "Relax, Richie…I said I'd be gentle." Being gentle hadn't helped so far.
With a few more whispered assurances, Hank finally pried him open and winced at the pink of his tender ring. Richard whined and twitched, writhing beneath him as his thumbs pressed and teased around the hole. It looked sore. Puffy and tender from overuse. Getting some of the thick white cream on his finger, Hank lightly traced the edges of the tender hole, finding it still soft from the day before. High-pitched whines of distress were sobbed into the pillow as he worked his way in. Hank was surprised to hear scratching and scraping at the bottom of the door. It seemed Richard's cries had brought Sumo and Connor back upstairs to investigate.
"Sorry." There wasn't much more he could say as he loaded on more cream and slowly pushed his way inside. Richard's spine arched, lips parted in a feeble cry at the pain. Outside, Sumo woofed, clearly alarmed. "Sumo, Connor! Down, boys!" The pair whined softly before settling outside the door, making Hank chuckle softly, still one finger deep in Richard's abused ass. "They're worried about you," Hank teased, doing his best to distract Richard. He stroked his lower back with his free hand and teased his finger back and forth, rubbing and spreading the cream as far as he could reach. The passage was tighter than usual, but the walls were somehow softer. They almost felt cushioned.
"Th-that's nice." Another yelp slipped out as Hank jabbed his prostate, which was more tender than usual. Richard whined as his cock sprang to life. How he could get it up through the pain, he had no idea, but he wasn't about to let Hank cotton onto it. Despite his best efforts, it didn't take Hank long to realise as he brushed his prostate again and Richard let out a cross between a whine and a moan. "H-Henry, don't-"
"Don't worry, not today." Richard whined pathetically and breathed a sigh of relief as Hank withdrew. "There, all done." With much groaning and whimpering, Hank helped him roll onto his back. Despite the massage helping a little, his body still ached like hell, and his ass was raw. Hank raised an eyebrow as he lounged on the bed and eyed Richard's twitching cock. Playing innocent, he reached up from where he was lounging, near Richard's thighs, and stroked ticklish circles on his stomach, gently playing with the soft curls there. Richard stifled a helpless giggle and took his hand to stop the tickles. Hank lowered the hand until it lay flat, rubbing his thumb back and forth. They didn't speak as Hank's hand slid lower, passing over his navel.
Their eyes met. Hank's soft blue eyes twinkled with mischief while Richard's darker chestnut remained wary. Neither spoke as Hank's hand slipped lower, even as his worn palm caressed Richard's rising cock. Richard took a breath, licking his lips nervously. His lips parted with a low gasp as Hank's hand tightened to fist and pump him. It felt good, of course, but it also made his aching muscles twitch and tightened, causing more pain. A whimper slipped out. Hank's thumb teased his glans, rubbing in the pearls that gathered there.
"I think you deserve a little pampering after being so good." Richard stammered, part insulted and part bewildered. He wasn't sure how he'd been good or what he needed rewarding for, but he didn't appreciate being talked to like a child. Hank smirked as if reading his mind and leaned over to lick the tip of his cock. Richard's head fell back, a soft sound fleeing his lips as Hank leaned over further, getting a better angle to suck and tease as he bobbed his head.
"H-Henry…" Richard bit his lip, trying to stifle the moans that wanted to slide out. He gasped as a sharp ache shot through his lower back, but Hank's hand steadied him, holding his hips down. A thumb teased his hipbone, soothing him. Enjoy it. Richard trembled, thighs and hips twitching with the urge to rock upwards into the warm cavern that shrouded his cock. Hank's tongue teased the underside as he sucked, dragging another low moan from his lips. "F-fuck!" Hank would have smirked if he weren't so busy.
Closing his eyes, he slid lower, nestling his nose in Richard's dark curls and swallowing around his cock as it brushed the back of his throat. More sinful little whines fled Richard's lips as Hank's head continued bobbing and his hand kept pumping. Chestnut eyes fluttered as his head fell back, only vaguely watching the silver head ducking between his thighs. He reached up to grip the edge of the bed, fisting his hands in the sheets as he tried not to squirm. Much as he hated to admit it, it was nice to be spoiled. His core tightened, swelling with pleasure as Hank continued working his cock. His hips squirmed, desperate to buck into Hank's mouth, but Hank held him down, unwilling to let him have his way.
With a final moan, Richard spilled, closing his eyes and biting his lip as Hank kept sucking and sucking. He only stopped when Richard whined and tapped his leg. He was an enchanting sight as he lay there panting, skin still glistening from the massage. Now that Hank was finished, Richard felt a little exposed and moved to cover himself, despite Hank's gentle chuckle as he turned around to nestle at his side. Hank licked his lips smugly, still able to taste Richard on his tongue. His beard was wet with oil and saliva, and probably Richard's release as well. With that in mind, he hastily wiped his chin on the sheets before leaning over to kiss Richard's quivering lips.
"You want to get under the covers?" That seemed like it would be best. Richard felt a little exposed lying naked in the open air. Hank help him as he crawled up the bed and under the duvet, once again settling himself against the pillows like a sickly prince waiting to be tended. "Do you need anything?" Hank asked softly, crawling in to lie at his side as he shook his head. There was nothing on the farm that couldn't wait. The animals had all been fed, and the door was open for Sumo and Connor to come and go as they pleased. With nothing urgent on the agenda, Hank closed his eyes and settled down for a well-deserved nap.