Grab Hann!

Before you can fumble an excuse, you see Hann trip and crawl towards the door.

"I'm sorry Captain! I didn't mean to-"

Comically, you grab on to the man's leg and drag him back down. Crawling on top of him you drop kick the door shut before he can get up.

"Now, listen Hann. It's Hann isn't it?"

He nods fiercely in response, face redder than a summer beet.

"What you just saw, it's not what you think. It was a gift! It-"

As your eyes travel down along Hann's biceps and to his quivering sides, you see a large tent sporting in his breeches. As he goes about covering them you feel your mouth water unexpectedly. You do not know what spurned your next move but in one swift motion you undo the ties to your breeches with a single tug. The fabric slides down to your ankles and you stand there naked in front of the erect soldier.

"Captain!"

"Do you like it, Hann? Do you like seeing your Captain like this?"

Of course his eyes immediately turned to your chastity, which in all five years no one has seen. Though normally you would have gone through great lengths to keep said secret hidden, now you feel a sort of liberating excitement. A gulp passes down Hann's throat as his head nods in agreement. Clumsily he goes about undoing his own breeches but fails over the knots. You take his large hands away and guide them towards your hips, taking the knots into your own expertise. His hands still shake as they trace down towards your lower half. Albeit you weren't sure what should happen next between two men but you had an inkling it was roughly what you'd do with a woman.

Finally you drop Hann's trousers and see his member in all its glory, which coincidentally mimicked the toy that now lied somewhere abandoned. Looking up you see Hann's eye stare directly back, his nervousness still masked over his chiseled face. Past his beard you notice his lips, which if you concentrated hard enough was no far different than a girl's. Small, yet decently plump, pink on the edge but nicely rogue in the middle. Before you realized, you were tasting him. It wasn't too far off from what you remembered with the noble's daughter. Besides the ragged beard you could imagine yourself getting lost, playing up the fantasy of being with a woman again. As your tongue pushed through, intertwining and meeting his, you could feel his breath hasten. His grip was growing firm as a stray finger made its way in past your cheeks.

"That's a good boy." You whisper, leaning in closer against his throbbing member. His finger probes and massages your rear lip until he unexpectedly slides one in. Your responsive moan encourages him as he soon puts in two then three.

"Ahh..." A soft moan escapes as you bite onto his lips. "Keep at it boy."