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It’s been a few days since your last sexual Hank encounter. Your body was sore, and your bruises were still healing, especially the ones left on your thighs from Hank 5 earlier this week. The shorts rubbing against your inner thighs weren’t helping, but it was unbearably hot otherwise. The news and your weather app said it was going to be the warmest day of the year, and your air conditioning was on the fritz, despite Hector’s aid. 

So, here you were. Sore from sex. Bruised. Sweating. Lying on the living room floor with a cold bottle of water and an ice pack on your chest. You even “borrowed” an oversized jersey tank from one of the Hanks. You’re just happy that the power hasn’t failed. The occasional cold snack or drink from the fridge, paired with rotating the ice packs you had in the freezer, has been keeping you alive during the heatwave. 

Your current ice pack was mostly melted and you were mentally preparing yourself to get up from the floor when you heard someone pad in. You opened your eyes to see Hank 3 crouched down next to you, holding out the frozen pack from your fridge. He had a crooked smile on his face and you let out a soft laugh at him. 

Hank 3’s hair was pushed back out of his face with one of your headbands. Fitting that it was the blue one. He had a towel over his bare shoulders and was wearing a pair of orange sweatpants. Your eyes trailed down his naked torso before he cleared his throat, raising an eyebrow with a smirk, trailing his hand through the hair behind the stolen headband. 

“I know, I’m the total package. Do you want the ice pack or nah?” 

You swiped it from his hand and tucked it between your thighs, sighing at the sweet, sweet relief of the cold. The other ice pack went onto the floor. You resumed your floor starfish, closing your eyes. You heard Hank’s clothes rustling. You opened an eye to peek, watching him settle on the floor next to you. 

“It’s hot today,” You said simply. He stretched out his legs, nudging yours. 

“It’s always hot when you’re around, homie.”

You groaned and draped an arm over your eyes. “It’s seriously too hot for your jokes right now.” 

Hank laughed cheerfully. It made you smile. “We could fix that with a shower.”

“I mean this in the best way possible,” You sighed. “I think I’ve had enough sex in the bathroom for a while.” 

“Really?” You could tell he was trying to hold back a laugh. “I heard it was only once. Then in the tub.” 

You blushed and moved your arm away, tilting your head to stare at him. He only grinned back and winked. He stretched out on the floor, propping himself up on his arm to meet your gaze. You adored the way his smile reached his green eyes, scrunching his nose. The summer sun had tanned his skin just enough to make the freckles on his face (and body) pop out. He had trimmed his beard, which explained the towel. You only rolled your eyes when he caught you staring, again. 

“See something you like?” He gestured at his body with his other hand. 

“Of course.” You closed your eyes and turned your head away. “I’m just too warm to think about doing anything sexy right now. It’s so gross in the house.” 

“I’m just sayin’,” He plucked the half-melted ice pack off your chest. “A nice shower will cool you down. I wasn’t meaning to bang you in it! I’m much classier than that.” 

“Sure you are.” You moved the ice pack from your thighs, stuffing it up the borrowed shirt to rest against your breasts. 

“I dunno,” He sighed dramatically before spreading out next to you, making sure one of his legs and one of his arms had contact with you. “I know Hank 5 gives great head, but I definitely give him a run for his money.” He laughed. “I’m pretty sure I’d win, by the way.”

“Haha, sure.” 

His hand brushed against your cheek, causing you to turn your head towards him. “I’m serious, bro. One thousand percent.” 

“And what makes you so sure?”

“I have an ace up my sleeve.” He grinned at you. 

You laughed and sat up, placing a hand on the ice pack to keep it steady. “I suppose, I wouldn’t know.”

“Nope,” Hank popped the ‘p’. The smile hasn’t left his face once since he joined you. 

“And I’m guessing that I’m going to find out?”

“Only if you want. As I said, I’m classier than shower sex.” He lifted a hand, counting on them as he spoke. “I’ve heard there was the couch. Twice. Upstairs bathroom. Your bed.” He tapped his chin with the other hand. “The closet and the bed again, right?” 

You turned bright red and pushed him enough to roll him away from you, and he burst out into laughter. 

“How much do you tell each other?!”

Hank rolled back over. “Most everything, bro. You know this!”

“Yeah, I guess, but I just-” You cut yourself off when you realized your voice was cracking. 

He stuck his tongue out and it clicked. You moved so fast and pushed Hank over when you climbed over him. He yelped as you straddled him, leaning forward. “Open your mouth again!” 

Hank’s mouth was pretty much open as you were pushing your thumb in to press his tongue down with an insatiable curiosity. Your other hand was by his head for your balance. 

“Why didn’t I know you had a fucking tongue piercing?!” 

He mumbled against your thumb, a blush lighting up his face. You removed your thumb and stared at him, wide-eyed. “Thought you knew, dude! Jeez, if I knew that’s what it would’ve taken to get you to climb on me, I would’ve told you!” 

“But... but, how?! Hank 1’s made sense, his were hidden. But yours! Yours is on your tongue! How did I not see that before?!” 

He grinned and stuck out his tongue, showing off the glint of the piercing. “I usually keep a spacer in it, bro. I don’t want to get into some wicked gnarly accident with metal in my mouth.” He recovered from his surprise, moving his hands to your hips. “Sounds like I finally piqued your interest.” 

“You had it in the first place, idiot.” You lightly smacked his chest. “All of you did.”

He nodded, trying to appear wise. “I knew calling you a snack during our first meeting was a good call.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Or maybe I have a thing for gingers?” 

Hank pouted, barely containing a smile. “Save the best for last, am I right?” 

“I am not fucking you in the shower.” 

“Duuude, come on! I already told you. I have better ideas than that anyway.” You stilled, trying to think of more interesting places to have sex. He laughed, moving his hands up to lightly grasp your shoulders to pull you down to his level. “Don’t worry, they include my tongue.” 

“I wasn’t worried about that!” 

“No, but you were definitely thinking about it.” 

“Yeah,” You sighed. “I was. I mean, the other piercings were amazing.”

“But now you’re totally thinking about my tongue all over your cl-”

“Hank!” You blew air in his face. “Stoop! It’s way too warm to bang right now.” You pinched his cheek for good measure. 

He was grinning ear to ear. “Sure, homie. I’m respecting that.” He nodded his head towards the shower. “Serious though. A shower will cool you off. Why do you think we all shower when we get back from our escapades?”

“Because you sweat?”

“Well, that. And it’s a great way to cool off. That’s what we were doing when you and Hank were in the bathtub. Or against the counter. Or-” 

“Stop,” You said, rubbing your hand over your face. “Got it. Shower to cool off.” 

Hank pat your hip. “I’m gonna chill on the couch and catch up on some drama from the Real Spouses of Valvidian.” When you made no immediate effort to move, he laughed. “Unless you’re not done eye-fucking me.” 

“N-no! I am!” You stood up quickly, putting distance between you and him as he sat up. The towel was off his shoulders, revealing the scattering of freckles on them. And a deep bite-mark shaped bruise. “I mean, I wasn’t!”

He winked at you with a knowing smile as you darted to the kitchen to drop off the icepacks before taking a cold shower for at least two reasons. Afterwards, you slipped the jersey tank back on and your underwear. Choosing to skip the shorts, you applied a hefty amount of lotion to reduce the friction when you moved. 

Hank was indeed lounging on the couch, the channel flipped to last week’s episode of Spouses. The headband was removed, dropped down around his neck, but his hair was still sticking up. When he saw you, he gestured at the TV. 

“Can you believe that Chelsea didn’t get her own wife, Ariana, a present? Dude! So lame!” 

You joined him on the couch with a knowing nod. “Wait until you see what she did this week.”

“No!” He gasped out and sat up enough to pull you down into his lap. It was a weird position, but once you shifted your body between his legs and the rest of you lying against him, it worked out. Your head rested on his bare chest. “Don’t you dare spoil anything. I’m already avoiding Tina.” 

It wasn’t long before the continuous contact became sweaty. You sat up away from him and he groaned dramatically. 

“It’s too warm! I’ll gladly snuggle up with you any other time.” 

He flashed you a set of puppy dog eyes. “Stay with me and watch? The other Hanks are total gossips for our lives, but hate these shows!”

You nodded, getting yourself comfortable on the opposite side of the couch from him. “You were right. About the shower, I mean.”

Hank stuck out his tongue, eyes focused on the show. “Told you so! You owe me, bro.” 

Once last week’s episode was finished, Hank started the newest episode. There were occasional nudges, casual contact between your leg and his fingers, and brief glances thrown your way during the show. 

“No freakin’ way!” Hank sat up more on the couch at the end of the episode. “Is that why Jessica wasn’t posting for, like, a month? Dude, she’s a total adrenaline fiend!”

You nodded. “Not fair, right? All she told Chelsea was that she wanted to cut her hair a few inches.”

“And she took her phone and grounded her?! She’s an adult, bro!” He groaned in exasperation, shaking his head. “Not. Cool.” 

“Lame,” You agreed. 

The power flickered. You froze and Hank turned his head towards the lights above the couch. They flicked one more time and then a low rumble could be heard. Then the fan. 

“Oh, Jesus fucking Christ. Yes!” You immediately hopped off the couch and went near the closest vent, raising your hands towards the opening. Cold air rushed over your fingertips. Just in time as the heat was reaching its peak. 

Hank cheered and stood behind you, brushing his fingers over the backs of yours. “Maybe I can finally put on a shirt.” 

“Why bother?” He made a small questioning hum. “You’ll just be taking it off anyway.” 

“Woah. Is our house homie getting bold?” 

You grabbed his hand and brought it to your chest, leaning into him and swaying. “Or maybe I’m just wanting to eye-fuck you more.” 

Hank’s head dipped low, close to your ear. “I’d rather you fuck me instead.” He pressed a kiss to your neck. 

The air around you felt significantly warmer, even as the air conditioning was rapidly cooling your body. You wanted nothing more than to feel his lips against yours. You turned quickly, grabbing the back of his head and pulling him to you, lips crashing. He let out a grunt of surprise, but you watched his eyes slide shut as he grasped your arms, kissing back with force. Your fingers weaved into his hair and pulled, not letting up, chasing his lips with yours. 

You were suddenly pushed backward, your back hitting the wall. You parted from him with a gasp, and he remet your lips, groaning against them as one hand moved to press your shoulder, keeping you against the wall. 

When he pulled away, you were left gasping for air. His pupils were blown, he licked his lips and moved his hand down to your hip. 

“Bro, you’re such a good kisser.” He rested his forehead against yours. He hiked your leg up. “Smart move, leaving behind those shorts. Less for me to remove.” He breathed out, his other hand matching the movement, before you did a short hop to wrap them around his hips. You felt sturdy, pinned between him and the wall, his hands gripping your thighs tightly. 

“That wasn’t-”

“Don’t care why,” Hank mumbled and brushed his lips against the tip of your nose. “It’s hot either way, dude.” His lips moved away, brushing against your cheek before they landed on your jawline. You tilted your head up as he moved his head down, pressing kisses on the skin of your neck. “It’s so hot to know that we’ve all been right here.” 

“Right… here?” Your mind already felt clouded. 

“I’m pretty sure, bro, that I’m the last one to get your neck.” You felt his teeth scrape against the skin, right over one of your nearly-healed bruises. The cool metal of the piercing dragged against your skin. 

“Please don’t be a tease,” You mumbled, remembering Hank 4’s not-so-guilty pleasure. “I can’t handle more of you guys.”

“You’re gonna have to learn how to handle more of us, homie.” He kissed the hollow of your neck before lifting his head. “I’m willing to give you a lesson.” 

“Yeah?” You tried to lean forward to kiss his lips, but he pulled just out of reach. 

“Don’t worry, it includes the use of my tongue.” He stuck out his tongue, flashing the piercing at you. It sent heat down to your cunt. 

You swallowed with a nod. “God, yes!” 

Hank dropped your legs, giving you a moment to catch yourself. His head dipped by your ear, whispering hotly, “Upstairs. Go.” 

When you turned to follow the order, his hand swatted your ass. You squeaked and darted up the stairs. When you heard him chase after you, it made your heart pound and your body ache. You didn’t even make it to the bed before he practically pounces on you, wrapping you tight in his arms and pressing kisses to your neck. 

“Too slow,” He grinned against your neck. 

“I didn’t expect you to chase me!” You gasped, trapped in his arms. 

“That’s part of the fun.” Hank laughed and let you go, allowing you to stumble forward to the bed. “Speaking of fun…” He caged you against the bed, grinding his hips against your ass. “The boys are working out in the other room. I’d keep it quiet.” You shivered and nodded, burying your face into your bed. “Unless you want them to join us.” 

It sent a thrill down to your core. You swallowed and turned your head, trying to meet his eyes from your position. “Just you.” 

“Fuck, bro.” 

In one swift moment, your underwear was pulled down your thighs and off your legs. Hank walked over to the bathroom door. He opened it and hung them on the doorknob facing the inside before closing it. He moved to lock the bedroom door as you climbed onto the bed, thankful it was mostly stripped down due to the heat. Hopefully, it’d mean less cleanup this time. 

You were sitting in the middle of your bed when Hank finally turned around, satisfied about securing some privacy. You kept your legs together, feeling particularly naked just sitting in a stolen jersey shirt. Hank looked hungry, eyes tracing up your body as he climbed onto the bed and over you. His movement made you lie back as he crawled on top of you, his grin spreading across his face again. 

“It’s finally my turn, dude.” 

“Yep,” You confirmed softly.

“Anything I should know?” He leaned down, hovering just a breath away from your lips. You felt the air from his breath as he spoke. You shook your head and he dipped his, kissing your ear. “Alright, bro, the big ticket question. Have you tried anal?” 

“I-” Your face reddened and you turned it away from him. You couldn’t remember the last time you experimented in that direction. “Not in a, uh,” You closed your eyes as you felt his lips on your neck. “Long time.” You squeaked out. 

“We’re gonna have to get you ready for handling all five of us.” His balance shifted, allowing him to trace down the jersey to the hem slowly. “If you’ll allow me.” 

When you nodded, he positioned himself lower after kissing your neck a few times, fingers tracing along the edge of the shirt. The jersey was pushed up slightly, exposing your lower half, but he brushed his lips against your stomach. He crept the jersey up, his lips following the hem. His eyes didn’t leave yours as the kisses crept upwards, stopping at the bottom of your breasts. Hank’s lips began trailing downwards, one hand moving to grab at your thigh to pull them apart from each other. His tongue darted out, the piercing cool against your skin as he ducked his head lower. He finally broke eye contact with you as he settled between your legs, adjusting you with a few gentle movements. 

You brought one of your hands to his hair, gently twirling some of it around your finger. He finally stuck his tongue out and licked a hot strip up your cunt. He skillfully angled the piercing to hit your clit, swirling it around. You bit down on your lip to contain a gasp. His movements were quick and calculated, just enough to keep you on the edge. 

“Hank,” You whined softly. He pressed his tongue firmly against your clit and glanced up at you, raising an eyebrow. “Not that I’m, ah, complaining…” 

“Oh, ready for more already?” He sucked your clit, chuckling. You tugged his hair gently and he sat up. “If you think Hank 1 had stamina…” Hank winked with a grin as he hovered over you again. “Poor Hank 5 usually gets a few rounds out of me before the night’s over.” 

The jersey was pushed up over your breasts, fingers finding a nipple and rolling it between them. You swallowed roughly. His lips found your unoccupied nipple, biting and sucking, earning soft moans from you when the piercing would roll just right. His hips were planted between your thighs, grinding his clothed cock against you. 

Hank released your nipple with a loud pop and grinned at you. He moved enough to reach over to your bedside table, fishing out the lube from inside. He sat back between your legs. “I’m gonna get you ready for all of us, homie.” He popped open the lube and pushed your legs up so he had better access to your ass. “I’ll be nice and gentle.” 

He tilted the bottle, allowing some lube to run out and down onto your pussy, dripping further down. It was oddly cold, considering how warm it had been today. It made you gasp and arch your back. He clicked his tongue. 

“I need you to behave.” His fingers finally touched you, spreading the lube over your cunt before dipping further down to rub against your asshole. “Unless… you want me to be rough? I heard you liked it before.” 

You choked out a moan, covering your face with a hand. His finger prodded, not pushing in, but just enough to cause a shiver to travel up your spine. 

“I also heard you like your mouth full. Maybe next time I can keep it busy, but I fully intend to hear you moan. Maybe you’ll attract another one of us in.” Hank’s finger pressed against your hole. “God, homie, you’d look so goddamn good with two cocks stuffed in your pretty holes.” 

Your whole body twitched at his compliment, making him laugh softly. His finger pushed through, making you gasp. It was such a weird feeling, but it made your toes tingle as he moved it around, gently thrusting it in varying directions. A second finger was added, pressing down to the third knuckle and pausing. His arm wrapped around your thigh, fingers resting over your thigh. 

“You good, dude?” 

You nodded, letting out a slow breath. The sensation settled over your skin, your hand moving to rest over his. He flipped it so that your fingers threaded together, squeezing gently. “Very good.”

“Sweet. How do you feel about overstimulation?” His fingers in your ass started moving again, slowly. “I love to give orgasms out.” He was grinning when you lifted your head in surprise. “I want to make sure you can keep up, homie. Not everyone can.” 

You ground your hips up. “Challenge accepted.” 

“Alright, bro, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He kissed next to your intertwined hands on your thigh. “You let me know if I need to stop. I might not hear you.” His hand let yours up to his hair, depositing it into the ginger curls atop his head. “Feel free to pull, homie. I don’t mind you being rough.” He winked at you. 

His hand returned, wrapped around your thigh, though this time his fingertips brushed your clit. A third finger was added to your ass, making you gasp out. It turned into a low moan when his mouth found your hole. His thumb settled onto your clit, pressing rough circles in as he feasted on you. Your head fell back, landing on one of the only pillows on the bed.

Hank shifted his weight, using the movement to push his mouth onto your clit, the other hand delving lower to press two fingers inside of your wet cunt. He found a pace, alternating the thrusts of the sets of his fingers. You hit your first orgasm when he curled his fingers just right against your walls, when his tongue piercing stalled on your clit, and when he didn’t stop moving his fingers once. He let the spurts of your liquid go over his hand, not once stopping during or after your orgasm. The fingers stretched inside your pussy and he sucked roughly on your clit, immediately sending you to the top of another orgasm. Hank still didn’t let up, tongue twirling around your clit, sucking and popping it against his tongue. You cried out, pulling his head closer with his hair, and closing your thighs around his ears. Your hips tilted up, his tongue lapped lower until it was around his fingers thrusting in you, nose bumping against your swollen clit. A third finger joined the two inside your cunt and Hank began to match the thrusts with each other. His tongue found your clit again, the piercing’s cool metal rubbing against it. 

You let out a long whine, crossing your ankles behind Hank’s shoulders. He laughed, the vibrations running along your lower half. You tipped over a third orgasm, grinding up into his face and fingers. Your body was clenching his fingers, your thighs squeezing his head. You lifted your head barely to see Hank’s gaze locked on you, tongue out and mid-lick against your clit. It felt so good. It almost felt like too much. 

And then it was, with him wringing a fourth, wet, messy orgasm from you. You cried out and pulled his hair as you came. He was lapping it up, groaning happily against your skin. The fingers inside of your cunt were moved, his thumb rubbing slow circles into your clit. Your legs began to shake, tears springing to your eyes as the feeling settled over you. Your breath was caught in your throat as the orgasm stretched out, never fully ending as Hank worked between your thighs, fingers moving constantly. There was a barely-there edge of pain to each movement, the pleasure mostly overruled it as Hank was gleefully dishing out your orgasms. You can’t imagine how painfully hard he must be. 

Hank’s mouth withdrew from your body just enough to speak, his breath against you. “Holy shit, bro. That’s so fucking hot. Insanely hot.” He opened his mouth to say more, but you pulled him back to your clit. Once his mouth found its target, you were filled with the overwhelming sensation of another orgasm. He continued to suck on the swollen bud, fingers pushing in and out of you. 

Tears spilled over your cheeks as the sensations teetered on too much. You finally hit the limit, pushing your body up with one arm as you led Hank away from you by his hair. He took the hint and withdrew his fingers at the same time. The loss felt amazing, your body was finally able to rest. The next sensation was his lips pressing gently into your inner thighs, his hands under your knees, his fingers massaging gently. 

You breathed out slowly, lying back down and stretching your legs out. The movement removed your thighs from Hank’s head, and he sat up between your legs. 

“Five on the first try!” He cheered with laughter. “A goal to beat moving forward.”

“Shit,” You mumbled. “Should’a started lower…” 

“Too late, bro!” You felt the bed shift as he crawled off it. He groaned as he removed his orange sweats, then his boxers. “The others would totally give me crap right now.” He turned, holding a pair of boxers that were soaked on the front. “They didn’t warn me you’d be this fuckin’ hot, dude.” He dropped them on the floor with a sigh. 

A huge bang of something dropping in the other room made you both pause. You heard a few swear words from one of the Hanks, then a chorus of laughter. 

Hank shook his head and climbed back onto the bed with you, kissing your cheek. “I’m not done with you, yet. Five orgasms were just a start.” 

“Shit,” You swallowed, turning your head to look at him. “Better be.”

“I’m putting a lot of work into making this a great time for both of us, homie.” His hand slid against your side, stopping at your outer thigh. “I can’t wait for the rest.” 

“Gonna haf’ta…” You closed your eyes and sighed deeply. You jolted when Hank shifted, his cock already hard again, pressing against your thigh. 

“‘S’all good, dude! I have the most patience of the Hanks. It’s why I’m prooobably the best.” 

You laughed. “Each of you has the best qualities I could ever ask for in a set of partners.” 

“You bet!” He wiggled his nose against yours. 

The air conditioning had cooled your room to a very comfortable degree of cold. It felt like sweet relief as you lay there, recovering from your orgasms. At one point, you heard the door to your bathroom open from the other side. You heard someone break out into a fit of giggles, and the door closed again. Shortly after, you heard a few sets of feet run down the stairs. Hank only turned his head and grinned at you with a wink. 

His fingers were tracing goosebumps into your skin. The sensation made its way to your nipples, making them harden underneath the jersey. They brushed against the fabric. You shivered, and a soft gasp left your lips. Hank’s eyes met yours and he grinned. 

“How should I take you?” His lips brushed against yours. “I could take you over the edge of the bed.” He threw his legs over yours, quickly straddling you and kissing your jaw. “I could have you ride me right here.” He sucked loudly against your neck. “Take you like this.” His lips were on your collarbone. “I could take you with you completely pushed into the bed, or maybe all fours…” 

He hummed in thought as his lips brushed over the tops of your breasts over the shirt, shifting himself down so he sat comfortably on your legs. 

“There’s also the option of not fucking you, bro. Leave you a bit of a horny, soaked mess? Send ya down to the boys.” 

You shook your head, finally finding your voice. “No! Don’t you dare.”

“Oh? Dude, what would you even do?” 

“Take all four of them in front of you and leave you a horny mess.”

“Ugh.” He rolled his eyes. “And they’d totally take your side, too. They’d probably do as far as tie me up and make me watch."

Now that was an image. “Rope, huh?”

He flashed a grin at you as he sat up. “You bet. Aww, are you already thinking of me all dressed up in rope for you, homie? We could totally look into that another time, but I’m asking about you.” 

You blushed and tried to turn your head away. His arms came down to cage your head, drawing your attention back to his piercing green-eyed gaze. 

“So many ways to fuck you. Which do you think would be the best?” 

“I want to look at you.” 

Hank actually paused, a blush settling over his face. It made his freckles pop. “Can’t get enough of me, huh? Wait until you’re full of me.” 

Your hand reached down to grab Hank’s erection. He jolted and it throbbed into your hand, heavy. He’s probably the thickest of the Hanks. He ground his hips into your hand with a large grin. 

“I have the perfect idea, house homie.” He leaned up and behind you, gathering the pillows and stacking them. He rolled off you and nodded at the pile. You sat up against them, propping the top half of your body up. He took the space between your legs, holding your legs up from under the knees. “Now you can watch as I fuck you, dude! Wicked hot.” 

Hank had recovered the lube bottle as you settled yourself. He pressed his length along you, opening the bottle and tilting out the liquid over both of you. You bunched up the jersey with your hands. He thrust against you, lubing himself up and dragging the weight over the outside of your cunt, occasionally brushing against your still-swollen clit. He abandoned the bottle and used his thumbs to spread you open, dragging his cock along your entrance. 

“Bet you’d love it if I fucked you here, huh?” He thrust his hips, careful not to push inside of you, but to only rub against you. “I promised to prepare you for all of us. We have plenty for you. And we’re gonna give,” He used a thumb to press the head of his cock down into your clit. “You.” He thrust against it. “All of it.” He moved his hands away, one returning to under your knee to angle you up and back as he pressed his lubricated cock against your ass.

You opened your mouth to gasp, but it turned into a moan as he pressed inside without stopping, only moving slowly forward. 

“Yes, homie, let me hear you! The bros ran downstairs, so it’s a free-for-all.” He ground his hips after he was fully inside of you. “Holy shit,” He groaned, tilting his head up. “You’re gonna ruin me.” 

You felt full with his cock buried in your ass. It was hot to watch him keep grinding into you, throbbing hard enough for you to see it at the base. His other hand found its place under your knee and lifted. Both of your legs were drawn up over his shoulders. God, you’re so happy you’ve taken up stretching since meeting them. 

“Hank,” Your head lolled to the side, resting on your shoulder. “Fuck, you’re big.” 

“Aw, come on, homie. You flatter me!” 

You gasped when he gave a few shallow thrusts. You’re so glad he spent the time fingering you open, you weren’t sure if you could’ve been patient enough to wait. “Fuck me!” 

“I am, dude. My dick is literally buried in your ass.” Hank thrust once sharply to prove his point. His fingers found your clit, massaging the bud between two knuckles. “I wonder how many more orgasms I could rip from you.” 

Your hands moved under the jersey, squeezing your breasts in your hands. Hank laughed and found a thrusting pace for his hips. You groaned as he found the right pace. He rubbed his cheek against your lifted leg and grinned at you. You felt his fingers find your pussy, fluttering uselessly with each thrust. 

“Oh, house homie,” He sang out, fingers brushing over the soaked hole. “Bet you’d love for someone to fill you here, huh?” He paused his movements and gently pushed one finger inside of you. “We’re gonna get you all prepared for a night of fun with us five.” 

“That sounds, ah-” You tilted your head back, biting your lip when he had squeezed your clit with his knuckles. “Amazing!” 

“Homie, you are amazing. You’re taking me so well.” He added a second finger and curled them, pressing and holding them against the soft spot inside of you. “I should reward you.” 

When you nodded, Hank began thrusting his fingers and rubbing your clit quickly. You were still worked up from earlier, and it didn’t take much to throw you over the edge of an orgasm. He fingered you through it, kissing your leg and grinding into you. You were pretty sure you were going to have finger-shaped bruises on top of the bitten bruises on your chest, but you weren’t in a place to care just yet. 

You were in a position to care when Hank didn’t stop. He kept a steady pace with his fingers, thrusting inside of you and circling your clit. He found his pace with his thrusts and he moaned. Easily the hottest moans out of the five of them. The flush across his face made the freckles pop, and his eyes seemed even brighter as he watched where the two of you were connected. You watched as he rolled his lip between his teeth, moans turning into soft grunts. 

“Hank,” You moaned out and met his eyes when they darted up to you. You felt him twitch inside of you, and his hips stuttered. 

“Fuck, homie!” Hank slammed his hips into you and paused, fingers picking up their pace. “One more time, bro, give it to me.” His voice was dripping with lust, raspy and low. 

As you hit another wave, he groaned as you released all over his fingers. He shifted, hands moving to grab at your legs to hold them up as he thrust into you hard and fast. You could barely get over the crest of that orgasm before hitting another one, throwing your head back with a moan. 

Hank’s hips stilled and he moaned low, dropping his head down as he came inside of you. You felt him withdraw and he swore under his breath. 

“Mmm, Hank? You good?” You managed out after a moment. 

“Yeah, yeah. Perfect.” He kissed your calf and gently lowered your legs. “Wonderful.” He leaned over your body, brushing your hair out of your face when you lifted your head. He pressed a kiss to your cheek and then to your lips, smiling wide at you. “Need a moment?” 

“A moment?!” You scoffed at him, rolling your eyes. “We probably both need a moment after that.” 

Hank winked. “You’d be surprised.” His hand drifted down and brushed over your too-sensitive clit. You gasped and tilted your hips away. “Definitely take a minute, bro, I don’t want to ruin the night by overexhausting you too early.” He kissed your forehead and hopped off the bed, swinging open the bathroom door. 

You rolled over onto your stomach, pushing the pillows away from you and allowing yourself to sink into the bed. Thank God for the air conditioning working full blast. The bed sank when Hank added his weight, then you felt your legs part and a warm rag. All of the Hanks were incredibly on top of aftercare. You felt a few kisses pressed at the small of your back, and the rag was replaced with fingers, rubbing along your slit. 

“Wha’ happened to a minute?” 

“What can I say?” He laughed above you. “You’re just so hot, you get me revved up!” Hank straddled your thighs, pressing a hand to the small of your back to keep you still. “If it’s too much, you can always tell me to cool my engine.” His fingers pressed in, and you shifted your hips backward just enough for him. “You’re so fucking hot, bro. Can’t believe you’re still this soaked!” 

You buried your face into your arms, moaning. 

“I have half a mind to keep you right here all night, house homie. I wonder how many I could pump into you until the others decide to join!” A full-body shiver made him laugh again, his fingers pulling out. “Bro, I could literally fuck you all night long.” 

His weight shifted above you. Your thighs were pushed back together, and his hands adjusted your hips so your ass was lifted just barely. There was a brief pause before he pushed his entire length inside your soaked cunt. He didn’t give you a moment to adjust before he steadied a warm hand between your shoulder blades, under the jersey. He very quickly found a rough pace that made moans spill from your mouth before you could stop them. His free hand took to grabbing at your ass, pulling and squeezing it. 

“Shit, shit, Hank!” You cried out. He only chuckled. 

“We’ll get you stamina-trained for all of us, bro, I promise. You’ll have a great time with all of us.” 

“I-I,” You groaned and grabbed at your arms. “I already have, fuck, fun with you guys!” 

“Not enough, if you can still talk.” The hand holding your ass moved away for a brief moment before coming back down on it, hard. “I, for one, can’t wait to see you stuffed with all of us. Fuuck, homie, I’m betting there’ll be tears!” 

You whimpered, but only lifted your hips in response. The added lift only helped Hank hit that delicious spot each time, making you see spots in your vision, only spotting more when he would slap your ass at random intervals. 

“I’d love to take all day and do nothing but bring you constant pleasure.” You felt his nails press into the skin on your back. “‘S gonna have to wait, because, holy shit, you feel so good.” He drew out the last part into a moan, his hips stuttering, his nails digging deeper. 

A combination of Hank hitting just the right spot, the occasional jolt of pain across your backside, the sensation and weight of his nails and hand, him pressing you into the mattress with nothing more than his hips, and the remnants of your previous orgasms, sent you over the edge with a loud cry. You could feel yourself pulsing around him, your clit throbbing as you came. He rolled his hips in time with your throbbing, causing the orgasm to stretch out before diminishing into a hum under your skin. 

You laughed breathlessly. His hand pulled your ass apart, thumbing at the hole. 

“Homie, I’m gonna dump another load in this ass by the end of the night. No cap.” 

Even if he couldn’t see it, you rolled your eyes with a groan. “Where do you even learn these words?”

“Phoenicia is such a chatterbox! We learn a lot from her!” Hank’s hands found your hips, rubbing circles into your skin. “You ready for more yet?” He was still rock hard inside of you, but was patiently waiting for your answer. 

Instead of verbalizing, you pushed back against him with a soft whimper. 

He clicked his tongue at you and put more weight against you, pushing you back down. “Gotta use your voice, bro. It’s not like I have your mouth stuffed.” Hank laughed to himself. “Not yet, anyway.” 

You hoped he couldn’t see how deep your blush ran, all the way to the tips of your ears. “Hank, please. I’m fine.” 

“Yeah, homie, you’re pretty fine.” He laughed to himself. His weight shifted, hands moving for a better hold as he withdrew his length before slamming it back inside you. 

His movements were rough and hard, rocking your bed with each thrust, shoving you forward. You braced your hands on your headboard so you wouldn’t slam into it. Moans spilled from above you. Before you knew it, you were being flipped onto your back and pulled close to him, folding you in the process. You immediately wrapped your legs around him as he pushed back inside of you, biting his lip. His eyes darted from where you two were joined to your eyes as he found his pacing again. One of his hands easily pinned your wrists above your head when you tried to grab at him. 

“Holy, ah, shit! Ha-a-ank!” 

Hank’s free hand balanced himself near your side as he leaned forward, finding a position that made you yelp as he hit your deepest spots. You drew in a breath as your next orgasm hit. Hank swore and released your wrist to grab onto your thighs as he shoved into you, grunting. You could feel him throbbing inside you, eyes squeezed shut. When he shifted his weight to pull out, you pulled him back with your legs and shook your head with a grin. 

“Oh, you little minx, you.” Hank pushed his hips forward and kissed you gently. “I’m not done with you. Hope you like it messy.” 

“I’ll take whatever you’ll give me.” You stuck out your tongue at him. He leaned to lick your tongue and laughed when you looked at him like he was crazy. 

Hank started kissing your face, making you laugh and turn your head when he found a ticklish spot. Eventually, he softened and was able to slip out of you while the two of you kissed and stroked each other’s skin. It was a very… gentle moment. It made your heart flutter and left a huge smile on your face while his lips peppered kisses all over. His hands were warm as they slid under the jersey, finding your breasts and thumbing at the nipples. 

“Dude. I bet we taste so good together.” 

“Wanna?” You sat up and finally stripped off the jersey, throwing it to the edge of the bed. 

He grinned. “Get on my face, dude!” 

You paused. “Are… you sure?”

Hank brought a hand to his chest. “If I am to die underneath someone hot as fuck, eating my cum out of them, that is a damn good way to go.” He winked. “You won’t hurt me, babe.” He moved to lie flat and licked his lips. His eyes reflected his desire. 

You cautiously began to position yourself over him. He waited until you glanced down between your legs to meet his eyes before he wrapped his arms around your legs and pulled you down. You yelped and grabbed at the headboard to steady yourself as his tongue immediately dived into your cunt, his eyes closing. You used a shaky hand to move his hair away from his face and groaned when you saw how blissed out he was. His tongue piercing would occasionally bump and drag in certain spots that’d make you jump. You could hear him swallow underneath you and groan into you. He pulled your weight down fully over his face and released one of your legs to find your asshole with his fingers. He pushed two inside when he sucked on your clit. 

Your fingers tangled into his thick hair, your body shuddering. “Hank!” 

His eyes fluttered open and you could feel him smile against you. Your clit throbbed as he ran over it with his piercing, fingers thrusting, and his tongue returned to your hole as you came, gasping out. You shifted to lift yourself, but he kept your leg in his grasp, lifting his head to chase after your body, pushing a third finger inside of you. The hand entangled in the ginger locks flew to the headboard as he continued to tongue-fuck and finger you. You began to grind into his face, chasing after another orgasm. 

Hank wrung two more out of you before you tugged on his hair, panting heavily. His face, his beard, was slick with you, but he only wore the biggest grin as he shifted you downward onto his lap as he sat up against the headboard. His hard cock rested against the back of your ass.

“You were so good for me, homie.” He wiped his face and rubbed your hips. 

“How…” You sighed, tilting your head back. “How are you able to keep going?!”

“Stamina, bro. You’re doing just fine. I’m sure you could easily handle three of us.” 

You blushed and laughed. “I handled two of you just fine.” 

“Yeah, sure, but three?” Hank brought one of your hands up to his lips and kissed it. Then he brought two fingers to his mouth, sliding them in and letting your fingers settle around the piercing. He winked and then pulled them out. “I still have at least one I wanna dump in you. Maybe send you down to the boys after, with my fat load inside your tight little ass.” 

If you looked close enough, there was the barest flush to Hank’s face. He probably could go several more times, and was sparing you with one last round. His eyes darted to the side, at your bedside table. 

“Do you still have that gift your friend gave you?” 

“Yeah?”

He returned his gaze to you, dragging his eyes up your body before meeting your eyes with a smile. “Good.” 

Before you could open your mouth to question, he guided your body up and steadied his cock with a hand to prod at your asshole. A shiver went through your body, goosebumps covering your arms. You moved yourself down his cock, letting a soft whine escape your lips until you were seated fully. 

“God, homie, you’re perfect.” His hands wandered up to grope your breasts. “Absolutely fucking perfect. Wish you could, ah, fuck!” You shifted your hips to grind into him. “Wish you could see how fuckin’ perfect you are.” 

You turned your head towards the large mirror hung on your wall as he lifted a leg into a bent position to steady you. His eyes followed and he let out a short laugh. His hands dropped to your hips and wordlessly directed you to start riding him. The two of you found a comfortable rate after a few clumsy thrusts and bounces. 

“Fuck yourself,” Hank groaned out and carefully shifted the two of you so he could sit up just enough to get his mouth latched onto your breasts, sucking and biting new hickeys next to the older ones. 

You slid a hand between the two of you and found your cunt, soaked from your juices and Hank’s mouth, and slid two fingers inside with the heel of your hand against your clit. It dragged and pressed against the nub with each bounce. Hank’s soft grunts turned into moans against your skin. Your other hand wrapped around his shoulders, and you buried your face into the top of his head. You steadied your hand when you hit an orgasm. Hank bit your nipple and pulled it until he let it pop out of his mouth. He tilted his head up to kiss your lips, your moans spilling into his mouth. 

“Please, please, please,” You begged against his lips.

“Didn’t say you could stop,” Hank’s voice was rough, his hand tapping your arm. You obeyed, grinding your palm into your clit with your fingers filling you. “Just like that, bro.” 

His mouth returned to bite marks into your skin, hands helping guide you up and down his cock. His lips found your neck, placing gentle kisses and light nibbles on it before a deep bite near your shoulder, sending you into another orgasm. He groaned into the bite, and his thrusts became uneven before stilling his hips. 

Hank shifted your positions, moving you to your back on the bed and himself on his knees, still buried inside of you. He dug into the table without looking, pulling out a small pouch with a smirk. He pulled out the simple plug from the pouch. In a fluid, well-experienced movement, he withdrew his cock and replaced it with the plug, making you gasp. He kissed your hand that was buried in yourself. He moved it away and replaced it with his fingers, curling and thrusting quickly to bring you to one last orgasm, whispering soft praises to you. 

“You’ve done so well, house homie,” Hank mumbled against your stomach, brushing his lips against the skin softly. “I’m so proud of you. Holy shit, dude, you have no idea how hot you are and what you do to me.” 

His kisses brushed against your side, making you squeak and jump from the tickle of his beard and the sensitive spot. 

“Fuck.” You sighed, happy. “I could sleep the rest of the day away.” 

“Nice try.” He hopped off the bed, still full of energy. He separated his boxers from his shorts before sliding them on. “We’re going downstairs.” When you opened your eyes again, he was rummaging through your dresser. He threw you some shorts and a tank top. 

“Uh, Hank?” You eyed the shorts. “The underwear? Maybe something longer?” 

Hank leaned over the bed and kissed the side of your head. “Nope. I want the boys to see the new marks and maaaybe get a peek under those shorts when you move just right.” 

You groaned, but still dressed in the clothes he chose for you. Plug included. Thankfully, neither of you went downstairs for a while. You spent time cuddling, kissing, and goofing off after cleaning up and checking in with each other.