Title: Chasten
Fandom: Disney - Frozen
Prompt: Enemies
Pairing: Kristoff/Hans
Words: 377
Rating: NC-17
Kristoff’s teeth dig into the back of Hans’ neck, his growl vibrating against the skin. His presence, fierce heat and the scent of dirt and hay, is thick and overwhelming, bearing down on Hans’ back as solidly as his weight. It makes Hans feel dizzy, frustratingly weak, and he tries to push up with his arms, tries to work his hips back, but Kristoff stubbornly keeps to his own pace. Fucking Hans hard but not nearly as fast as he needs it, and Hans grunts and hisses, ass feeling over-sensitised, skin slick with sweat.
“Haven’t got all day,” he sneers, because they’ve all seen the real him, there’s no use pretending he’s not the callous and impatient bastard he knows himself to be.
That gets him a twist to Kristoff’s hips as he fucks back in, but then he’s pulling out slow, drag of friction along Hans’ rim that makes his arms shake, his eyes roll up. “You don’t get to call the shots here,” Kristoff rumbles, voice a low warning. And Gods, if that doesn’t make it better, the threat of this man, the reminder that this is a punishment. One that Hans is happy to take, cock throbbing, leaking against his stomach, and he’s so used to careful manipulation and trickery that being dominated like this is a thrill.
Not that he’ll ever admit as much, and he snarls and arches his back as Kristoff takes him slowly enough to drive him out of his mind. They’re enemies, after all, Kristoff will never forgive him for what he’s done to Anna, and Hans would never expect him to. But they still have this, the heat between them, the bite marks Kristoff leaves along his shoulders, the sounds he muffles into Hans’ skin. There’s a roughness to Kristoff, a wildness he hasn’t learned to tame, and with Hans he can release all that, let it go, be exactly as brutal and selfish as he wants.
Hans will take it all, because he lost, because this is his punishment, and because he wants it. And because the more Kristoff comes to him, the more addicted he grows to Hans’ body, and Hans may not have the crown but in this he has found his own private victory.