Try to ease the skin pain.

Dago frowned; trying to think of a way to make the pain stop, but it could be from whatever was poisoning Hans, too. He noticed some completely unused lube on Hans’ dresser and grabbed it. He poured some on Hans’ cock, who sighed in relief. Apparently he’d been masturbating too long and that was why he was in pain, at least they knew that much. Dago carefully ran his hand up Hans’ now-slippery cock and Hans immediately relaxed. He looked a hell of a lot less tense than when Dago had first tied him up.

“Does that feel better?” Dago laughed, unable to hide the fact that this was possibly one of the funnier things he’d seen related to magic.

“Yessss,” Hans breathed, “Please don’t stop.”

Dago didn’t intend on it. He picked up the skinny Hans by the waist and forcibly moved him back on his bed. He had to stop stroking him to do this, which left Hans with a frown. There wasn’t much he could do about it with his hands belted behind him, but Dago didn’t leave him alone for long. He pressed Hans’ knees to his chest and continued to run his fist up and down Hans’ cock. He began to tongue Hans’ testicles, too, which made him tilt his head back with an appreciative groan. Dago found the bottle of lube with his free hand and dribbled a little of it on his fingers. He gently ran his fingernails down Hans’ perineum and dragged his fingertips across his asshole. Hans arched his back and starting to say things that Dago didn’t understand. It’d been awhile since Dago’d given a straight handjob, but this was one of the more fun ones, he had to say. Quick, too; Hans was quickly spilling all over Dago’s hand.

He sat back and breathed hard for a few moments. Dago did his best to clean up while Hans recovered. Hans sat up and looked down at himself.

“Hey, I don’t feel like pulling my shoulders out of their sockets, can you untie me so I can thank you properly?” he said with a silly grin.

“My pleasure,” Dago said with a wolfish grin.