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The Hanks have become very comfortable walking around your house, taking up space of their own. It doesn’t bother you one bit; you enjoy their chaotic goofiness. On rainy days, Hank 2 and 4 will bunker down in the living room, wearing pajama pants and tight white tees. They’d game and cheer at each other when the other won. On several occasions, you’d easily find them straddling one another and kissing, Hank 2’s hand in Hank 4’s curly blonde hair, often pulling him closer. You’d leave as quietly as you could, trying not to disturb them. 

Today was a stormy day, lightning strikes and thunder easily distracted you from trying to organize the pantry. The power continuously flickered, the rain coming down hard, the occasional cheering from the living room… all of it was distracting you. After you closed the cupboards, you noticed it got silent in the other room. You walked through the dining room to check on the two of them. A roll of thunder startled you just enough to distract you further as you walked into the living room with a gasp. 

“House homie?” 

You finally spotted the two of them, Hank 4 straddling Hank 2 while he was lying across the couch, game controllers abandoned on the table, and a heavy blush on Hank 2. You quickly gathered that Hank 4 must’ve talked to you, as Hank 2 had the other’s fingers in his mouth. Apparently, you didn’t answer quickly enough, because Hank 4 sat up from Hank 2, who sat up on his elbows with concern in his eyes. 

“Hey, hey,” Hank 4 reached his hand out to you, “It’s just a storm, broski, we’re glad to wait it out with you!” 

You laughed before you could stop it, shaking your head. “Not at all what I was concerned about.” Glancing at Hank 2, you finally noticed his shirt pushed up past his stomach, revealing smooth skin, and the red sweatpants he wore pulled down just slightly. “I wasn’t trying to interrupt, I’ll leave you two to it.” 

The two of them shared a glance, Hank 2 nodding once. Hank 4 blushed and laughed, standing up to gently stop you by the shoulders. “It’s not interrupting at all, in fact…” 

“We’d love for you to join us,” Hank 2 finished for him, sitting up fully on the couch. “That is, if you’re interested? I know you said that you like… like-like us, bro, and I totally do not want to rush you into anything you’re not ready for, but, like-”

“We’ve been banging on this couch for weeks, broski.” Hank 4’s hands slipped from your shoulders, taking your hands. “We totally thought you’d pick up the vibe, you know?” 

“The other Hanks-” You began, slowly trying to form the question in your mind. 

“Bro,” Hank 2 stood up and joined the two of you, taking one hand from the other Hank, lifting it and pressing a kiss against your palm. “We’ve all discussed this and we’d all love, like love-love to have you.” 

Hank 4 stuck out his tongue and squeezed your other hand, “Hell yeah! Maybe not all at the same time right away, we don’t want to overwhelm you. You’re still getting to know us, man! The five of us mesh so well because we’ve been patient!” 

“You’re… sure?” 

Hank 2 had slowly positioned himself behind you, hands moving to hold your hips. Hank 4’s hands joined on top of his when you spoke, and then pulled you closer. Hank 2 rested his head on your left shoulder. 

“Absolutely,” Hank 4 pulled you close, grinding his groin against your body at the same time Hank 2 turned his head, stubble brushing against your neck as he pressed a gentle kiss to your skin. “One thousand percent, bro-babe.” 

Hank 4 was hard. You felt Hank 2 brush up against you, and he was just as hard. “We’d love for you to join us,” Another kiss. “We can even take it slow, if that’s more your style.” 

“I-I…” You froze, warmth flooding through your body as you’re sandwiched between the men. A low rumble of thunder filled the silence. 

Hank 4 grinned, cupping your face with his hand, running his thumb over your lips. Instinctively, your tongue darted out to lick them. Hank 4’s brown eyes dilated just slightly, and you could feel his groin throb against you. “Will you join us tonight?” 

“Yes,” you breathed out against his thumb, without hesitation. 

In the next moment, Hank 4 leaned forward and captured your lips, stroking your cheek with his thumb. Hank 2 groaned against your skin and canted his hips against your backside. When you gasped, Hank 4 took the chance to bite your lip before pulling away and leaning over your left shoulder to kiss Hank 2. His hands tightened against your hips and pulled you flush against him. Hank 2 gasped when the other broke the kiss, and each of them started kissing the sides of your neck, from the collarbone up to behind your ear. You swallowed roughly, mouth dry.

“Should we, ah,” A shiver ran up your spine as one of the Hanks nipped at your neck, “Move to the bedroom?”

“Sorry, bro,” The Hank behind you moved his hands up your body, gently caressing your breasts. “The other Hanks are probably banging upstairs.” 

“Yeah, man, Hank 3 is a bit of a horndog during bad weather.”

“Dude, we literally end up fucking during most of our rainy game sessions!” 

“Come on, they don’t need to know that!” 

All the while, both of the Hanks' hands never stopped moving, mapping out the curves and swells of your body, squeezing and stroking, fingertips brushing against any exposed skin. They talked over your gasps and soft whines, squabbling over something you lost track of, warmth pooling between your thighs with the gentle teasing. 

“Yo, homie,” Your attention finally snapped back to Hank 4. “You good?”

“They’re probably, like, mad horny,” Hank 2’s hand slid down into the front of your pants, just over your underwear. “They’re so hot down here, man, we should probably do something about it.” 

Hank 4 stuck his tongue out, grinning. “Depends if our house homie still wants to participate?” 

“Very much so, please,” You manage out, tilting your head back. 

“First,” Hank 2’s voice was close to your ear, pressing a gentle kiss beside it. “We've got a few questions for you, to make sure we all have fun.” 

“Yeah?” Hank 4 kissed the front of your neck, then your jaw. “Lay it on me, boys.” You stared up at the ceiling light, watching it flicker as you tried to ground yourself in the moment. 

“For starters, is there anything you’re against? One of the other Hanks hates when we finish all over his hair, but most of us aren’t particularly picky otherwise.” 

Hank 2 chuckled softly, “Yeah, man, and pleasure and enjoyment are insanely important.”

“And safety, bro! Don’t forget that!” Hank 4 gently skimmed his hand through your hair, lifting your head to meet his eyes. “We don’t want to skimp out on your boundaries for our pleasure. If it’s too much, you gotta communicate with us.” 

“If you can’t think of anything negative, is there anything you, like, absolutely want?” Hank 2 nipped your ear, his fingers wiggling against your pelvic bone. “I love to be bitten and have the marks all over my body, while our boy here loves to tease and be teased.”

“I, uh,” A blush settled over your face, you know it was reaching your ears by the sound of their chuckles. “I love to have my mouth filled or kept busy. A…and to be taken care of afterwards.” 

“Fuck yeah!” Hank 4 kissed the corner of your mouth quickly. “I love taking care of someone after an intense sesh. Cuddles, kisses, all of it!” 

“The only thing I can think of, bro, is how do you want us to finish?”

You felt like you were swimming, face reddening, and you tried to look away, but Hank 4’s light grasp kept your face towards him. He still kept a goofy grin on his face, “No need to be shy about it! No judgment between house homies, you know?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yeah!” They both answered in unison. Hank 2’s other hand moved from your body to Hank 4’s shirt, sliding the hand up against his skin. 

“I, uh, don’t mind either way. Not in my eyes, maybe?” 

Hank 2 ground his erection against you, pressing hard. “Would it be perfectly baller to cum inside of you?” 

You nodded, and Hank 4 released your face, eager fingers making quick work of your shirt, both Hanks separating just enough to relieve you of it, Hank 2 quickly releasing the bra you wore before replacing it with his hands, kneading your breasts. Both garments were haphazardly cast to the floor. 

Hank 4 cursed under his breath and slapped his forehead. “We need lube, dude! Prep is super important!” 

“Laundry room, Hank keeps a stash in there for when they just can’t wait after some of our gnarly adventures.” 

“Radical, man.” Hank 4 threw a nod at the other and padded away, presumably towards the laundry room, leaving you with Hank 2. 

Hank 2 circled you, grabbing your hips and leaning in for a kiss, groaning against your lips. He guided you by tugging you towards him as he moved backwards. You were too busy kissing him back to realize he was leading you back to the couch until he fell back onto it, dragging you down with him onto his lap. He helped you straddle his lap, the swell of his cock pressing against you. 

“He’s a much more patient man than I,” He weaved his hands into your hair, pulling your face towards his, brushing his nose against yours. “We’ve been waiting, like, forever for this.” His lips ghosted over yours before whispering, “And I cannot wait to have you, to be inside of you, bro.” 

You moaned when he rolled his hips up. “Touch me already!” 

“Patience, dog, we’ll get there! Sometimes you gotta take it easy to make the most of your fun.” He gently pulled your head back by your hair and leaned towards your exposed collarbone, nibbling the flesh before pressing kisses down towards the soft flesh of your chest. He peppered kisses along the tops of your breasts, moving from one side to the other before biting down roughly. You opened your mouth to let out a moan, but instead only wheezed. 

The sound of footsteps was accompanied by the laughter of the other Hank, who set the lube down on the table as he approached, standing behind and looking down at you with a playful grin, shirtless. “Hank, you forgot! They love to have their mouth full!” He wrapped his arms around your shoulders, careful of Hank 2’s head as he scattered bites across your chest. “Isn’t that right, homie?” 

“Yes,” you answered breathily. Hank 4 pressed two fingers into your mouth, stifling your moans. He pressed down on your tongue, which made you feel dizzy with pleasure. 

“Bro, two of us lost some clothes. It’s your turn! Give them a show.”

Hank 2 released your skin, brushing his lips against a spot you know will be bruised later. He motioned with his head towards the couch. Keeping his fingers in your mouth, Hank 4 pulled you over to his lap as he sat down, your back to his chest, to watch Hank 2 rise. Hank 4 wrapped his free arm around your midsection and grazed his lips against your ear. 

“Watch him,” he simply instructed. 

Hank 2 had a blush set across his features as he became the focus of your attention. He grasped the bottom of his shirt and slowly peeled it up and over his head, revealing smooth, toned flesh. A moan came from behind you, and you felt Hank 4 pulse against you. Hank 2’s hands snaked down his body, thumbs hooking at the band of his sweatpants. His eyes darted down, yours followed, to the erection in the red sweatpants. He eased them down just enough for you to see the beginning of the dark patch of pubic hair. You watched his brown eyes flick up to you, no, Hank’s face, almost shy. 

“Isn’t he so hot like this, homie?” Hank 4’s fingers brushed against your exposed stomach, inching down to stroke where your skin meets your pants. “You’ll love when he sings, he’s got the voice of fucking angel!” 

You watched the blush darken and Hank 2 glance away, tugging down just enough to expose more hair, but not the prize deeper down. Fingers were removed from your mouth, the hand was repositioned to cup your breast. 

“It’s no secret that he also doesn’t wear anything underneath.” 

You swallowed roughly, wetting your lips with a quick movement of your tongue. “Show us,” you muttered out. Hank groaned behind you, grinding his hips up, seeking friction. 

“Yeah, bro, show us. We’re waiting.” 

Hank 2 bit his lip and spun on his heel, shifting his thumbs to the back of the sweatpants, pulling them down to expose his ass. He bent over just enough to control the drop of his sweatpants, discarding them with the rest of the clothes after stepping out. His arms flexed as he moved them in front of himself. He slowly turned around, one hand wrapped around the base of his cock and the other covering his the lower part of his face. 

“He’s shy,” you commented quietly. 

“He’s playing.” Hank 4 replied simply. “He likes the attention. Attention that you’ll be getting soon from both of us. Very soon.” He kissed your shoulder. 

Hank 2 stepped closer, avoiding eye contact with you. “You said you like your mouth full, yeah? Maybe we could fill it for a while.” 

Hank 4 whistled low, “Damn, dude! Good idea! What do you think about that?” You nodded enthusiastically, and he chuckled, “Open up for him, then!” You obeyed, dropping your mouth open as he gently leaned you forward to the other Hank’s cock. His hands disappeared from your body as you took him into your mouth. 

The Hanks moaned simultaneously, heat flooding your body in response. Hands flew to your hips, lifting them. You felt fabric shift underneath you, watching a blur of purple and orange fly away out of the corner of your eye. A second set of hands joined against your body, your pants being tugged over your ass, leaving you in your underwear as Hank 2 pushed into your mouth. Once you were set down on Hank 4’s lap, you could feel him against you. Hank 2’s hands tangled into your hair, gently guiding your mouth back and forth against him while Hank 4 slid one to the front of your underwear, the other pulling a thigh open. His fingers pressed right against your core. 

“God, they look so pretty around my cock like this. Are they wet?”

“Super,” Hank barked out a laugh. “Absolutely soaked! Maybe we won’t even need the lube!” His fingers shifted slightly, and began to rub small circles against your clit. 

Hank 2’s cock throbbed in your mouth, you glanced up to watch him tilt his head back. “That’s so fucking hot.” 

“You know what would be fucking hot? You giving them a sample of what we taste like.” 

“Shit,” Hank 2 gasped out. “Can I? Can I cum in your mouth? I totally promise to return the favor.” 

Not wanting to pull away, you could only push him deeper into your mouth, your hands finally finding something to do; grab onto Hank 2’s hips and pull him towards you, pressing your nose into his pubic hair, forehead against his stomach. The action did not go unpunished. Hank’s hands tightened in your hair, trying to pull you closer, and letting out a long, deep moan as he released into your mouth, thrusting shallowly. You swallowed down his spend as it flooded your mouth. Hank 4 moaned lowly, fingers pausing and only putting pressure as your body throbbed in response. You released your tightened grip on his hips after squeezing them. In turn, Hank 2 pulled you off him, allowing you to gasp and inhale some much-needed air. You licked your lips, glancing up to meet his eyes, swallowing once more for good measure before you leaned back against Hank 4’s body. 

“Like an angel,” Hank 4 commented, voice rough. “Just you wait, he sings even better when someone is buried in him. Or when he’s buried in someone.” 

“Jus’ gimme a moment,” Hank 2 mumbled as he moved, taking his original spot on the couch and letting his head fall against the back. Joy and satisfaction surged through your chest at the sight of him, bits of hair stuck to his forehead from sweat, trying to catch his breath. 

“Take your time, bro, I have to reward our wonderful house homie for their work.” Fingers found their way to the inner edge of your underwear, slipping underneath them to swipe against the pool of your heat before shifting just enough to slide one finger through it and into you. Your pussy fluttered against the intrustion, and you had to swallow down the whine that would’ve bubbled up. You wanted more, so much more. You vaguely recall Hank 2 commenting about how much of a tease Hank 4 is. The leisure thrusting of his finger proved this much already. Silence settled between the three of you, Hank 2’s breathing, your soft whimpers, and the continuous rain against the nearby windows. 

Your head fell back against Hank’s shoulder. He kissed your cheek as he added a second finger. He pushed them inside, curling them slightly with shallow thrusts. You moaned out before you could stop yourself. 

“Just like that, bro, that’s so hot.” You felt Hank 4 turn his head. “We should show him, wouldn’t you agree?” 

God, his voice was husky in your ears. You could only nod in agreement, not trusting your voice. He shifted to the opposite end of the couch, leaning against the arm of it with you still in his lap. His hard cock rested between him and your back, one of his legs over the front edge of the couch to make space for you and balance. The hand on your inner thigh squeezed gently. Hank 2’s head tilted to the side, watching the two of you, eyes darting between your legs. 

“You’re being so good for us, homie,” he mumbled out. “Let him take care of you.” His eyes glanced up past you with a soft smile. “You should take off their underwear, I want to see it all.”

“Fuck,” you whined out as Hank’s fingers inside of you paused. You tilted your hips up to his hand, trying to chase the friction you desperately wanted. The hand on your thigh pressed, and he tutted. 

“I promised a reward, I’m not that mean to revoke it!” His fingers retreated, his hand keeping you steady to allow him to shift once more, this time to hitch his fingers around the waist of your underwear before shucking them down, off, and out to the room. One hand went under your thigh, lifting it to hang your leg over the back of the couch, nails digging in just enough to keep you aware of the sensation. The other hand returned to your pussy, two fingers dipping in right away and quickly finding a rhythm to make you moan and gasp continously. He kissed your cheek again. Then again. You turned your head to capture his lips with your own, smothering your moans against him. 

The kisses started gentle and slowly grew to be more excitable, his teeth biting at your bottom lip. They became more sloppy as his fingers increased their speed, his nails digging deeper into the soft flesh of your thigh, canting his hips to rut against you. He swallowed up your moans as you tipped over the edge, body spasming as you hit your first orgasm of the night. You pulsed around his stilled fingers as Hank curled and uncurled them, allowing you to ride it out. You pulled away from his lips, letting your head fall back again as you panted. His fingers withdrew and lifted, your gaze following them to his mouth. 

“I want a taste!” Hank 2 cried out, sitting up more and leaning into your space as Hank 4 sucked on his drenched fingers. Hank 4 obliged after a moment and you watched as he inserted them into Hank 2’s waiting mouth, sucking on them loudly while making eye contact with you. Moans slipped between thrusted fingers until Hank 4 was satisfied enough to extract them. His hand rested on your stomach, slick with saliva. 

Hank 2 placed a hand on Hank 4’s outstretched leg on the couch to balance as he leaned forward, kissing you fervor. You felt his cock brush against your thigh, causing you to blush and gasp out from the sensation. He parted and shifted his attention to the other Hank, kissing him just as excitedly. Hank 4’s hand moved from your thigh to Hand 2’s dark hair, tangling and controlling the varying intensity of the kisses. You moved to rest your hand on his shoulder, startling him from the kiss, until Hank 4 pulled him back. The view stirred the embers of your heat. 

You cleared your throat, prompting them to part. “I have an idea.” 

“All ears, homie,” Hank 4 said simply, with Hank 2 nodding. 

“Let me just… show you?” They both made sounds of agreement. You changed your position carefully and slowly, giving them time to stop you. When neither moved to do so, you raised yourself and allowed Hank 4’s cock to drop between your thighs rather than against your back. His breath hitched as the sensation. Hank 2 caught on and grinned, taking his hand and gently guiding Hank 4 to the apex of your thighs. In a synchronous motion, you lowered yourself down back onto the lap with Hank 2 helping guide Hank 4’s cock into you. 

“Oh, fuck!” Hank 4 moaned loudly, his hand on your stomach twitching as the other hand gripped onto your thigh tightly. With very minimal resistance, you fully seated yourself on his cock. You bit back your own moans to hear both of theirs, eyes watching Hank 2 reach below himself.  “You feel so good, roomie!” 

“Not good enough for you to run your mouth yet,” Hank 2 grunted, his breath hot against the connection between you and Hank 4. 

“Like you’re one to talk, angel,” Hank 4 snorted at him, it quickly rising to another drawn out moan that combined with yours as Hank 2’s tongue pressed against where the two of you meet. Hank 4’s cock throbbed against you. The hand on your stomach flew to your hip. “Does it hurt at all?” 

“Nuh-uh,” you mumbled out with a shift of your lower body, causing Hank 4 to moan out again. Hank 2’s tongue moved upwards, pressing flat against your clit. 

“Fuck them good for me, would you?” Hank 2 called out from between your legs before encompassing your clit within his wet, hot mouth, his tongue darting and pressing. 

Hank 4 made a small noise of affirmation before thrusting up into you, using his strength to help you bounce on him while keeping you still enough for Hank 2 to savor you and him. He would release your clit on occasion to duck down, kissing or licking or sucking at different spots of the both of you. The hand on your thigh let go, flying to your breast and fondling it as you both bounced on the couch. Hank 4 pressed his lips against your neck, nipping at the flesh between his moans, the soft praises, and the hot, heavy breathing. You felt warm and delighted at all the sensations, them slowly building up the warmth in your belly, in your heart. 

You tried to speak by swallowing down a moan, but nothing came out other than a high-pitched whine. You squeezed your eyes shut. Hank 4 was dotting your neck with kisses and bites, while squeezing your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers, his other hand’s nails biting into your thigh. Hank 2 was moaning against you and the other Hank, tongue and mouth working between the two of you to support yours and his pleasure while masturbating. 

Hot breath bounced off your neck, “Hank-” 

Hank 2 immediately shifted back up to your clit, a hand suddenly flying to the connection, putting just enough pressure to be pleasurable. Hank 4 bit into your neck, moaning and whining through his orgasm. He sucked the flesh, thrusting up into you with short, quick bursts until he stopped, releasing deep inside of you. 

“Please,” you cried out, needing more. Hank 4 lifted you just enough for him to slip out, sucking and biting your neck still with a firm grip on your breast. Hank 2 dove two of his fingers into you, tonguing and sucking your clit without faltering. The fingers curled and stretched and didn’t stop, even as your orgasm hit its peak. When you shied away from his mouth, he removed his mouth from your clit and dipped his head to your entrance, licking away. 

Hank 4 pulled away from your neck with a loud pop, before nestling his mouth against your ear. “Look at him for me.” You did so, watching through blurry vision as Hank 2 continued to finger and lick at you, lapping up your juices and Hank 4’s cum. “He’s always such an eager one to please. I mean, damn! He’s good at it!” 

Hank 2 used the hand on the other Hank’s leg to help pull himself up, removing fingers from within you and offering them up to Hank 4. A blend of the two of you on them. Hank 4 surged forward, not completely taking them in his mouth but rather lapping it up. Once the fingers were cleaned off, Hank 2 pressed a gentle kiss to your breasts. His eyes were bright, shining as he leveled with you. “I can always go for more, dude!” 

You trembled at that with a quick nod. Hank groaned under you, “I need a quick break, man. They feel so damn good, I can’t wait to watch you buried deep in them.”

“Wait until you feel their mouth!” Hank 2 sat back on the couch and helped adjust you to lie across it, freeing Hank 4 to get up on shaky legs to stretch. Finally able to see him entirely naked, your eyes wandered up and down. His curly hair wasn’t just limited to the top of his head, but also in a thick trail down his stomach. His cock was sizeable, even as it was half hard, resting in blonde curls. He noticed and struck a pose, hands behind his head with a wide grin and his tongue sticking out. “Like what you see, bro?” 

You nodded. “Only wishing I didn’t wait as long as I did.” 

Hank 2 stroked your face gently, brushing loose hair out of your eyes. “Better late than never. Now you can have all of us.” He deepened his voice, “All of us.” Hank 4 cheered in agreement as he located his briefs, a set of purple with orange accents. He slid them on and disappeared from view, towards the kitchen. 

“Yeah?”

“You bet! Wait until the other Hanks find out about this. Hank 3 is gonna be so totally stoked and jealous!”

A pang of embarrassment fluttered through you. “Are any of them going to be mad?”

“Nah, brah. We’re cool like that. Communication is key!” 

Hank 4 returned with bottles of water, handing one to you and placing the other two on the table next to the lube. “For sure! I think Hank 1’s socks will fly off.” You sat up enough to open the cap and tilt the water bottle, drinking. Hank 2 supported your back, tracing circles on your skin. Hank 4 picked up your legs to sit on the other side of the couch, placing them across his legs. It felt nice to just exist in this moment. Thunder still rumbled outside, but it felt much more distant. How much time has even passed? 

You sighed, capping the bottle and holding it to your chest, closing your eyes. Gentle touches and tracing continued, this time from both of them. Your surroundings became fuzzy for a while. You don’t know when, but your eyes snapped open after some time. The boys were discussing one of the games they were playing last week, throwing theories out and scoffing at something the other said. The bottle in your hand was gone, you turned your head to see it on the table. 

“Hey, you!” Hank 2 ruffled your hair. 

“Welcome back! Storm’s over!” 

“Aw, man,” you mumbled, “Does that mean the night’s over?”

“Hell no!” They said at the same time, before bursting into laughter. 

“I still have to get a taste of you, dude,” Hank 4 lifted one of your legs to brush his lips against your knee. “And Hank would definitely love to have his turn to fill you up.” 

You sat up on your elbows, “Shoot! I should probably-” 

“We cleaned you up already, bro,” Hank 2 gently pushed you to lie back down. “Way ahead of you! It’s not our first adventure with bodies and clean up.” 

“Yeah, you should see Hank 5. He took all of us and was too tired to move. Man, he was really pliable and sappy after that!” 

“He took you all on?” You raised an eyebrow at Hank 4, who grinned. He looked so goofy and cute, missing tooth and messy curly hair. 

“We all dumped one in him! Well, at least one. It was gnarly, bro!” 

Hank 2 nodded. “Gnarly.”

“So you guys…” You trailed off, imagining Hank 5 on all fours, each Hank taking turns with the shy one. “Do you think…”

Hank 2 caressed your face. “You gotta speak your thoughts, dude, we can’t read them!” 

Hank 4 laughed, hand tracing up your leg to your thigh. “I think they’re thinking about being in his place, bro. That’d be so hot. Give them a taste and they want the whole meal, huh?” 

“It would be! I wonder how much they could take,” The two of them shared a laugh. “We’d be gentle with you for the first time.” 

You tilted your head, looking up at Hank 2 from his lap. “Who says I’d want it gentle?” 

“Fuck yeah!” Hank 4 groaned, closing his eyes. “I could almost see it! How long could they last?” 

“Wanna find out?” 

They groaned in unison and you could feel Hank 4’s cock twitch in his briefs. “Damn, homie. Already rearing for round two?” 

“Well, I’m pretty sure I owe someone my mouth and someone else my-”

“Dude,” Hank 2’s cock was throbbing behind your head. “I think I know how I want to do it this time.” 

“Yeah?” Hank 4 breathed out, palming himself. 

Hank 2 helped sit you up as he rose from the couch, touching and guiding you to a sitting kneel on the floor between Hank 4’s legs, which he eagerly spread open for you. Hank 2 kneeled behind and over you, holding onto Hank’s knees. “I’m gonna fuck you while he fucks your mouth, how does that sound?” You shivered, Hank 4 groaned, and lifted his hand to bite the back of it. “Dude, no! I wanna hear you! You’re one of my favorites to make moan!” He leaned and kissed behind your ear, “He’s not nearly as loud as Hank 3, but it’s definitely gnarly. And hot. Super fucking hot.” 

“Aw, bro, you’re gonna make me blush!” 

You glanced up at Hank 4 and smiled. He looked away quickly. “Now, who’s the shy one?” You reached up and hooked your fingers at the top of his briefs and pulled. He lifted himself just enough to pull them down to his thighs, where you left them. His cock was upright, throbbing, and made your mouth water. 

Hank 2’s hands curled into your hair and tilted your head up to look at Hank 4. “He loves eye contact. And throat-fucking.” 

“Bro!” He met your eyes and blushed intensely. 

“Here, let me just…” Hank 2 pressed into you, pushing you forward with his hips, hard cock rubbing against you. The movement put you right in front of Hank 4’s cock. “Use your hand, use your tongue. He pretty much loves whatever you’ll give him.” 

You nodded and moved your hand from your lap to the base of his cock, easily leaning and opening your mouth. Instead of taking it all at once like you did with Hank 2, you stuck out your tongue and pressed it near your hand, and licked upwards to the tip, where you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, not once breaking eye contact. He flipped his hand to cover his mouth and moaned loudly into it. Hank 2 grinded against you, reaching up to grab Hank 4’s hand. 

“Just like that,” He pulled Hank’s hand close and pressed a kiss against it. “We want to hear you, man, just as you are.” 

“The, ah!” Hank 4 jumped when your tongue swirled around the tip, your hand stroking what wasn’t in your mouth. “The others might hear.” 

“And?” Hank 2 laughed brightly. “I’d love to see the homies’ reactions! Especially when they see exactly who is between us.” You didn’t realize how soaked you were until his hand slipped from your hair, down your side, over your ass, and downwards until his fingers slipped between your folds. “Seems like someone likes that idea, huh?” 

You could only hum in agreement, which made the other Hank cry out in pleasure. His fingertips found your clit, the rest of his fingers pressing firmly against you as he rubbed circles into your clit. Hank 4’s hand must’ve been released, because it was now brushing the hair away from your face, the other hand gathering it to keep it out of the way. 

“I can hardly wait,” Hank 2 mumbled, his hand wrapping around his cock and giving it a few pulls. “I don’t know how he could wait patiently. I feel like I need to be deep in you, like, now.” You bobbed your head down, moaning in response and spreading your legs for him. “Fuck yeah, bro,” He removed his hand from you and lined himself up.

Instead of penetrating you, he pushed between your folds. He thrust slowly, making both of you moan. Hank 4 gently moved your hand from his cock and intertwined your fingers with his. In one smooth move, Hank 2 pulled back and tilted your hips just enough to push through your folds, into your pussy. At the same time, Hank 4 gently pushed your head down the entire length of his cock. While Hank 2’s cock was nicely sized with nice thickness, Hank 4’s was skinnier and longer, settled further down your throat. He bucked up into your mouth with a whine, tilting his head back against the couch. The other Hank tutted at him and gestured back down to you. 

“No, dude, if I look, I’m totally gonna bust right now.” 

“And? You can keep their mouth busy until you’re ready again!” Hank 4 moaned at that, loudly. It rang in your ears and made your body warm; you swivled your hips for the internal friction. Hank 2 grabbed your hips in a vice-like grip, stopping you. “Goddamn, you weren’t kidding. They feel so damn good.” 

Hank 4 pulled you up by your hair, and you gasped for air, spittle dripping from your mouth. “Damn, bro, you have a perfect mouth for this.” He looked down at you and bit his lip, “Could I fuck it?” You dropped your mouth open and met his eyes, sticking your tongue out. “Radical!” 

He used one hand to peel off his briefs and threw them behind his shoulder as he moved to his knees in front of you, forcing Hank 2 to pull you both back to give him room. His hand never left your hair, wrapping it around his hand for better control as he positioned himself. You swallowed quickly before opening your mouth again, winking up at him. He let out a small whimper before sheathing himself in your mouth. He rocked gently, tossing his head back with a loud moan that pitched up at the end. Hank 2 breathed out slowly and loosened his grip, withdrawing and then snapped his hips back, causing you to moan around the cock. When one Hank thrust into you, it moved you back onto the other Hank. Their moans echoed off each other, moving at a slow pace. One Hank whistled softly, the other grunted in response. Hank 4 began fully thrusting into your mouth, occasionally bumping the back of your throat as Hank 2 leaned over your back to snake a hand to your clit, thrusting in short, sharp bursts. He pinched, rolled it, and rubbed it roughly. You could barely cry out between their thrusts, quickly reaching an orgasm.

“Fuck! Dude, did you know they could squirt?!”

“Holy shit, no kidding?” Hank 4 dropped his chin down and tried to stifle another moan as he stuttered into your hot, wet mouth. He pulled you as flush as he could to his pelvic bone, cock twitching in your throat and on your tongue. “Open wide for me, bro-babe.” He pulled back just as Hank 2 continued to drive his cock fast and deep, not letting up on your clit. You kept your mouth open and tongue out. The tip of his cock brushed your lips once before he came over them and onto your tongue. You could actually taste the cum this time, compared to when Hank 2 spilled it completely down your throat. Hank 4 didn’t miss a beat, swiped some of it up with his fingers, and placed one in his mouth, making eye contact with Hank 2 above you. He popped it out loudly and put the other, cum-covered fingers into Hank 2’s anticipating mouth. Your clit was throbbing, and you dropped your head down, turning it into your shoulder to silence your moans as you hit a second orgasm. 

“Almost there, man, trust.” Hank 2 lowered himself and muttered in your ear. “I could wring a third out of you, if you’d like?”

“Yes!” You cried out, pushing your hips back to meet his with each thrust. 

“Fuck, I’m… I’m gonna-” Hank 4 surged forward to capture Hank 2’s lips as he spilled into you, swallowing the moans down. His hips slowed, sloppily pressing into you as he chased his orgasm. He held you there after they broke the kiss, panting and sighing.

Hank 4 maneuvered himself to sit down in front of you, legs stretched out underneath you. His hand grasped your chin and tipped your face up to kiss you with ardor. Hank 2 pulled out with a gentle squeeze on your hips. He tapped your inner thighs, pushing them apart gently so he could crawl underneath you, arms wrapping around your legs and pulling your pussy closer. You could feel yourself dripping out his cum. You whined in embarrassment against Hank’s lips, which turned into a soft moan when his fingers gathered and pushed it back in, fingering you slowly. 

“Damn, homie, I can’t wait to see you absolutely filled with the rest of us.” He said from under you, pulling you closer to his mouth to suck against your clit. Hank 4 broke the kiss, chuckling. 

“Too bad I didn’t get to taste you this time,” he commented while stroking your face, his face flush and sweaty. “I think next time I’ll have you ride my face first, dude, I’ve been told I give wicked good head!” He kept your face in his grasp, watching you gawk and moan, your eyelids fluttering. 

“They taste real good, bro, especially when they have our taste mixed in.” You groaned and tried to cant your hips towards his mouth. He thankfully allowed it, his fingers working faster and harder while his tongue lapped around them, around your clit, and sucked all the while. 

“I wanna see this!” Hank 4 exclaimed and lifted your arms around his shoulders, ultimately sitting you up over Hank 2’s face. They met each other’s gaze as you glanced down, and he winked. “I want to watch you squirt all over his face, house homie!” 

You pant loudly, tilting your head back to the ceiling and squeezing your eyes shut. Hank 2 was very attentive to your body now, shifting his fingers and tongue to find the right spot that made you squirm, moan, and grind your body against his fingers and mouth. You didn’t get to warn either of them before it hit you. 

“Holy shit!” Hank 4 gasped as Hank 2’s face got drenched in your fluids. “That’s so goddamn hot!” 

Your senses blurred over the next few minutes, words from the Hanks muddied with the sound of your labored breathing. Eventually, you found yourself in Hank 2’s arms, Hank 4 carefully wiping between your legs with a warm cloth. He glanced up to see you watching him. 

“Hey, again!” 

Hank 2 hugged you to his chest, kissing the back of your head. “How are you feeling?” 

“Thirsty,” you mumbled. A water bottle was held up by Hank 4, already opened. You took it graciously and tipped it back, drinking all of it down. Hank 2 took the empty bottle and set it aside. “You?”

“We’re feeling great!” They replied at the same time. You’ll never get sick of their shared enthusiasm. 

“Sorry about the bruises, though,” Hank 2’s fingers grazed over a set of them on your breasts. 

“I’ll get payback… eventually,” you laughed softly and melted into him. 

Hank 4 threw the rag onto a gathered pile of your clothes and stood up. He was wearing his purple sweatpants. He offered his hand to you. “Want a quick bath? No sexy business, I think we all need a good cuddle pile nap.” 

You took the hand and Hank 2 helped push you to your feet. You reached your hand out to help him up. Hank 4 led you upstairs, holding your hand, through your room and to your bathroom door. He nodded his head towards it. “Use the bathroom quick, we’ll come help you wash up. I wanna set up the bed a little.” 

You nodded, slipping into the bathroom. You know it’s a good idea to urinate after sex, but it’s probably especially a good idea after two rounds of sex. The bath was running, and it helped distract you from your thoughts for a moment. By the time you opened the door, both Hanks were organizing the pillows on your bed and pulling back the blanket. Hank 2 finally found a pair of shorts, though Hank 4 was back down to his briefs. 

“Don’t worry about the clean up, I took care of it.” Hank 2 beamed at you. “Let’s get you in the bath! I made it nice and warm.” Hank 2 practically ran over to you from the opposite side of the bed as Hank 4 adjusted the pillows. 

He helped you into the tub, allowing the water to fill over your body before turning it off. Hank 4 joined with one of your comfortable sets of pajamas and one of your softest towels. The bath felt heavenly, one of the Hanks massaged your feet while the other shampooed and conditioned your hair for you. They helped you out and handed you the towel as they drained the tub. 

Hank 2 left for the bed first, climbing into it and settling himself in with a long sigh. You dressed with heavy eyelids, Hank 4 keeping you steady and guiding you when you needed it. He pressed a kiss to your cheek before leading you to the bed, helping you into it, and settling you into Hank 2’s waiting arms. He wrapped them around you and kissed your other cheek as Hank 4 crawled into the bed next, pulling the blanket over the three of you. 

“Get some rest, dude,” he whispered against your ear. 

“Yeah, homie. We got you.” 

“Totally.” 

You slept deeply, in the arms of two men who loved you deeply.