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    Black Bartosch gets bored in Trosky. The arrival of one Lord Hans Capon and his squire has given him something new to play with.

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    20 Mar 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 42

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    “Who are you?” the newcomer grunts, gaze trailing up and down Hans’ body.
    Oh. Now that’s a question he hasn’t heard in… a while.
    “You don’t know who I am?” he blurts out, unable to hold his surprise back.
    The blacksmith removes a glove and wipes his forehead on the sleeve of a rundown, simple shirt.
    “Should I?”
    Well, that’s an obvious answer but… Hans takes a look at himself. His clothes are fine, yes, but not leagues more than a wealthy merchant’s, or a noble passing through town. He also hasn’t washed in two days, and his hair must be an incomprehensible mess. He will count himself lucky if he doesn’t have straw stuck in there.
    “Uh…”
    Only then does he notice just how clear the blacksmith’s eyes are. They blink, without ever moving away from Hans, awaiting an answer.
    He doesn’t know what possesses him to say:
    “I’m Hans.”

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    There is a new blacksmith in Rattay and Hans Capon, having deserted his duties as a lord, has nothing better to do than bother him, watch him work and feed him kolaches, in no particular order. If he pretends to be a filthy commoner while he does so, and Henry buys it, it shall not be used as any measure of either their intelligence.

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    16 Mar 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 14

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    “What happened?” he whispers, reaching around Henry’s tight shoulders to shove the door shut.
    “Nothing,” Henry mumbles, his usual, stubborn self.
    Hans tilts his head back to force him to meet his eye.
    “I don’t feel particularly patient this morning,” he states plainly. It’s true on many accounts. One being the feat of restraint he demonstrates in holding back from kissing Henry senseless. And he is making it rather difficult with that silly moustache of his, framing a guilty little pout.
    “I tripped.”

    Henry comes back to the Den limping and Hans goes all out taking care of him.

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    16 Mar 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 54

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    This was truly the life, Hans thought. Hose down around his garters, a rough hand gripped behind his bare arse, another rucking up the hem of his chainmail, and Hans himself about to empty his balls down his male page's throat.

    No, Hans really could not recall why he'd never liked having a page before.

    After Hans Capon is saved from Cumans by one Henry of Skalitz, he discovers that the man has a secret: a certain fondness for men's bodies that goes far beyond anything appropriate. Intrigued by his new friend, Hans offers him a temporary position as his page—nothing grand, just some essential training in exchange for saving his life and for providing occasional company.

    Only, he can't help himself from tacking on an extra proposition, one that he thinks would satisfy both himself and his new page. He should have known it would spin out of control. Not like it would be the first time that thinking with his cock had got him into trouble, after all.

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    11 Mar 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 70

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    “I waited for hours. It’s a dumb choice to keep a prince waiting…” He grabbed Duncan firmly, now face to face, without the armor the warmth passed through the light fabric. Blue eyes met purple ones in the darkness, a desire as strong as the fire swaying in the hearth. “And you know how I hate waiting.”

    “I already apologized,” Duncan finally said, his voice low but laden with something Aerion already knew well.

    As if a spark had fallen into wildfire, heat filled the chamber. In one pull, Duncan tangled himself with Aerion, fingers curling into his silver strands and lips pressed together, moving with a shared hunger.

     

    (Or, Aerion stays up late waiting for one of his daily visits.)

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    08 Mar 2026