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You woke up to the bird singing outside your window. A surprisingly sunny morning, compared to last night’s heavy thunderstorm. Speaking of last night, your bed was empty, not a single Hank in sight. You rolled over on your side, finding a water bottle, a granola bar, and a handwritten note on your bedside. You sat up on your elbow, reaching for the note.
Mornin’ House Homie! Didn’t want to wake you. Out on an adventure, it’s gonna be sick! Take care of yourself! Love ya, bro! xox Hanks
You smiled at the doodle of their signatures and the hearts scattered around the paper. The water was extremely refreshing; you didn’t even know you were parched until it hit your tongue. You sat up against the pillows and scrolled through your phone, nibbling on the granola bar. The fact that it was your favorite was not a missed detail, and it kept bringing a smile to your face. After a while, your feed reflected nothing new, nothing fun, and you were bored enough to get out of bed. You swung your legs over the edge of the bed and hopped out, grabbing the granola wrapper and the empty water bottle with the intent to throw them away in your bathroom. Before you could stop yourself from opening the door, you heard the water running in your bathtub.
The door swung open to reveal a startled Hank 1. His jumpsuit’s arms were tied at the waist, exposing a light blue tank underneath, tight to his body. Tight enough to reveal bumps around his nipples. His dark skin glistened with sweat, locs down around his neck. His brown eyes softened, and he smiled wide at you.
“Bro!” He reached out for a hug, pausing when you held up the trash. He let you throw them in the small trash can before crushing you in an embrace. He rubbed his cheek against yours, his facial hair tickling you.
“Hey, good morning!”
Hank released you and leaned against the side of the filling tub. “A very good morning! We had a gnarly adventure! We all just got back! I need a bath, like, bad, man. The adrenaline rush was insane. Wish you could join us for one, homie!” He flashed a smile as he dipped his hand into the tub.
You shook your head, laughing. “I’m not an adrenaline chaser, like the five of you are. I’d rather stay home and welcome you back.”
“I don’t know, bro,” Hank stepped towards you, one hand settling on your waist and pulling you just a smidge closer. “I heard that you definitely chased something last night.”
“Well, uh, I-” You tried to look away, embarrassed that he brought it up before you could talk with them all.
“Nah, bro, no need to explain yourself! We were all wondering when you’d nosh on one of us.” He released you and moved a hand dramatically to his face. “Woe, I wasn’t the first, or the second! Harsh one, man!”
It was your turn to step towards him, and he stepped back with a smile on his face, putting a hand out to balance on the edge of the tub. You took another step, placing your hands around his hips on the tub’s edge, blushing. His lips quivered, a dark blush colored his face. “I’m not opposed to a morning snack.”
“Oh?” His eyebrows shot up, a hand darting behind him to turn off the water. “I’ve been told I’m quite filling.” His other hand took one of yours, placing it on his abdomen. You could feel the muscles tense underneath, though your curiosity was higher up.
“Is that so?” You tilted your head up. Hank 1 wasn’t the tallest of the group (though he was the broadest), but tall enough for you to need to look up at him. Your other hand was brought up to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to your palm, his eyes never leaving yours.
“You’ll just have to find out, homie. There are plenty of ways you can have me.” Hank’s eyes gleamed with mischievousness for a moment before softening. “That is, if you’d like.”
“If?” A small giggle left your lips. “I’ve been patient for far too long. I would’ve had you last night, if I could’ve!”
Hank’s hands shot out to grab your hips, pulling you flush with the front of him and his growing erection. His smile was dazzling. “Then, bro, I guess the better question is how.” An image flashed through your mind, and you turned your head to glance at the bathroom counter behind you. His gaze must’ve followed yours, a low chuckle coming from him as he rubbed circles on your hips. “I see, I see.”
He spun you around quickly, hands only briefly leaving your hips until your back was against him. Your reflection stared back at you. Your hair was still a mess from last night, bite-marked bruises peeking from the top of your comfortable pajamas and up your neck. Hank leaned down, his grin not once faltering.
“I wonder which Hank left those.” He kissed one of the exposed marks, lips brushing gently. His eyes met yours through the mirror. “I wonder which one will discover the ones I’m going to leave all over you.”
A shiver shot through you. “Yeah,” you licked your lips. “I wonder.”
“You know, I’ve been thinking all morning during our radical experience,” Hank kissed your shoulder, one hand sliding from your hip to the hem of your shirt, fingers skirting the skin underneath. “You might have to handle all five of us soon. I’m curious about how you’ll manage. Was two fun for you?” His lips ghosted along your ear. “I wonder how five will feel.”
You tried to recall what was said about Hank 1, the gears not turning quickly enough. Something about his hair. You could’ve sworn Hank 4 was the tease, not this one! You opened your mouth to speak, but it stretched out to a soft moan as his hand reached further up to grope at your breast. Many different ideas fluttered through your brain on how you could take each Hank, or even the five of them.
“Damn, I’ve got you speechless already? Sweet!” He laughed loudly, standing straight. “Climb up on that counter for me, would you, bro?” He let your hip go and removed his hand, patting your backside gently.
As you did, Hank leaned down and untied his boots. “What kind of trip did you guys go on?”
“Dude, it was so rad!” One boot came off and he threw it towards your bedroom. “We went for a ride on the fan!” The second boot flew outside of the bathroom. He straightened and quickly pulled his tank off, throwing it on top of the toilet seat. You really wish someone had warned you he had nipple piercings. You saw them through the shirt, but seeing them made your mouth water. He did not move for his jumpsuit, instead moving to cage you between his hands.
“Sounds like a dizzying ride!”
“Totally,” Hank chuckled and tilted his head to the side. “I’d be completely happy to fill you in on the details, if you’d rather do that?”
You swallowed and shook your head. “I want to see what you have in store for me.”
“Surely, it’s the other way around,” He leaned forward and kissed you softly. He stepped closer to the counter, pulling you towards the edge and himself. You feel like you could’ve fallen, had he not had a good grip to keep you balanced. You threw your arms around his shoulders, easily doubling the intensity of the kiss with a few well-placed nips and moans. He pulled away after a particularly rough bite.
“Was… was that okay?” You asked in a whisper.
“You bet! I’ll take everything you give me.” He kissed your neck. “And more, if you’ll let me.”
When you nodded, he pulled away from you to kneel just slightly. This position put his head right at the edge of your shirt, your hands settling for resting on his shoulder. When he mouthed a kiss at the bared skin, you gasped and squeezed his shoulders. One hand flinched and moved to grab the hem, with the intention to remove it.
Hank’s warm hand stopped you. “Keep it on for me just a little longer.” He glanced up at you and winked. “I’ll take it off when I’m ready to explore more.”
“Oh,” you breathed out. “Yeah, okay.” Your hands shifted to rest behind you, leaning on them for support.
“Let me tell you, though,” He kissed along the hem, smiling against newly exposed flesh. “It’s sexy to know that you want me.” He nipped a bite against your side between kisses. When you gasped and moved to shut your legs in instinct, his grasp shifted to allow his arms to hold under your thigh. He started placing feather-light kisses against the skin under your stomach, slowly shifting upwards, over your stomach. He even nosed your shirt up to place kisses at the bottoms of your breasts. He then kissed down, darting his tongue out at some of the more sensitive spots of your skin.
It took everything in you to stop from shivering under his touch, soft moans slipping out as you watched him travel. “Please,” you whined out weakly.
His eyes darted up. “Take it off for me, please.” Hank watched with rapt attention as you reached for your shirt with shaky fingers, pulling it up and over your head, throwing it on top of his discarded clothes. He sighed slowly, adjusting his position to begin planting kisses on your breasts, on the dark marks. One of his hands came up to press a bruise into one, causing you to gasp and press into his touch. His mouth found your unoccupied breast, tongue pushing against your nipple as his hand worked on you, fingers pushing into bruises and squeezing in varying strengths. His body kept you from wringing your legs together, frustrating you just enough as his attention remained on your upper body.
You became lost in the sensation of the kisses, of the soft mouthing on your breasts, head thrown back. It became almost like a ritual. When Hank sucked your nipple into his mouth and bit down, his other hand pinching your other nipple tightly, you jolted with a cry.
A second later, you slapped his shoulder. “Hank!”
He chuckled against the skin, muffled. He switched actions, sucking and biting at your second breast while his fingers and hand worked on the first one. Hank was gradually increasing the intensity of how he handled you, until you were shivering and clinging onto his shoulders with pants and groans. If he just touched you between your legs, you’d fall apart right then. Instead, he pulled off your nipple and used a hand to lift them, biting deeply and sucking into the skin underneath your breast. You shifted your hips and whined, one hand darting to his hair. He growled in disapproval, causing you to pause and replace your hand on his shoulder.
He finally broke away from your chest. “Now, now, not the hair. Takes a lot of work to look this good.”
“Right, yeah, that makes sense,” you mumbled out. “Can I ask you to please just fuck me?”
“You could,” he stood up and pressed his groin against your core. “I find enjoyment in drawing things out. One of the Hanks said that you taste pretty damn good and I’d love to experience that ride.” You swallowed as he gently pried your pajama bottoms off, only just now remembering neither of the Hanks brought you underwear last night. “And it seems you’re ready and waiting, just for me.” One of his fingers trailed through the wetness, and your hand flew up to cover a moan. “You can cover them now, baby, but you’ll be moaning loud soon enough.” He brought the finger to his mouth and licked it clean before kneeling in front of you, arms wrapped around your thighs, and pulling you back to the edge of the bathroom counter.
While Hank 2 had scattered facial hair, Hank 1 had a beard and a mustache. His face was between your legs before you could even think, his tongue lapping against your entrance, the scruffiness of the beard tickling. His tongue was thick and would roll your clit around his mouth before dipping further below. He pried your legs further apart to better allow his tongue to poke inside. Your hands flinched, wanting to bury them in your hair, but instead you settled on his shoulders, digging your fingers in and tilting your hips. This man licked, sucked, and tongue-fucked you like he was starving. The pleasure rolled through your body, one leg hooking around him to pull him impossibly closer.
He was right. Your moans and cries of pleasure were tumbling out of your mouth, unfettered. Your mind felt clouded, focus only on where he was touching; his mouth, his tongue, where his fingers were sitting at your inner thigh, the nails curling into your skin, the tight hold of his arms on your thigh, the hair of his beard scratching you in the best ways, the rumble of his voice as he moaned against you.
“Hank, I’m going to… all over your face,” you manage to gasp out between moans.
He pulled away just enough to murmur, “Yes, baby,” before continuing, nails biting further into your thigh. A glance down at him pushed you over the edge, his eyes closed and face buried between your thighs, occasionally seeing the pink of his tongue dart out. His attention didn’t sway, but you could hear him swallow. You tipped your head back and cried out when he released you, turning his head to bite a mark into your thigh, just under where his fingers were. Your cry waned into a whimper when he finally removed himself from between your legs.
“Fuck!” Your body felt like putty. A sound of rustling clothing caught your attention, lifting your head in time to watch him abandon his jumpsuit, his tight underwear following suit. His cock bounced and was that another piercing?!
Your observation was confirmed when he stroked his cock once, finger dancing over the piercing located at the underside of the head of his cock. Your legs fell open, and you chewed on the inside of your cheek, watching his hand move. He looked so full, like he could burst at any moment.
“As wicked as it’d be to take you this way, I think it’s a waste of the mirror.” He stepped towards you, hands seizing your hips and pulling you off the counter, spinning you quickly and pushing you over. Your hands flew out against the edge to balance yourself from face-planting into the marble or the sink. “Look at us.”
Your eyes wandered up to the mirror, gazing at the marks on your neck and chest before meeting Hank’s eyes through the glass. The piercings in his nipples reflected the light, making you wish you could see the other piercing. The gold was a stark contrast against his dark skin. His eyes remained fixed on you as he removed one hand from your hip, using it to bring his cock up to your folds, gliding through them to slick himself. God, you were still wet.
You pushed your hips back against him, a silent beg for him to just fuck you already. Hank caught on, thank God, and pushed the head of his cock in. You felt the piercing catch momentarily as Hank adjusted his stance, hands back on your hips. You let out a squeak as he didn’t move further, teasing your hole with gentle thrusting, the piercing dragging against you. You just knew from this that he was going to be larger than the other two Hanks, and it made you clench.
“Hot damn!” Hank grinned at you through the mirror. “I didn’t believe you were a squirter, I thought they were just fooling with me. D’ya think you can do it again?” You nodded sheepishly, and he laughed, his head tilting down to watch his hips. “Now, should I be nice and slow?” His hips rolled, the head of his cock just barely pushing into you further. “Or do you like it rough?”
Wanting more, you pushed your hips back, but his grip did not allow you to budge.
“I need an answer,” Hank grumbled. “Your pleasure is just as important as mine.”
Collecting your voice after clearing your throat, “Rough, please.”
“When I ask you a question, I need an answer, or I’ll stop. Is that understood?” His voice was low, attractive, and made your insides feel like goop. You nodded. “With your voice.”
“Yes,” you moaned out while he thrusted shallowly, not delving further in.
“God, baby, just like that.” He inched in, pulling your hips back to control the depth. “Gotta know you’re feelin’ good, too!” After half of his length was inside, he rocked his hips forward and pushed the rest in without hesitation.
Your head dropped between your shoulders, and you moaned loudly, insides fluttering around him. He rolled his hips in place, and you could feel him throbbing inside you. “Hank,” his name escaped your lips in a breathy moan.
“Just a minute, god, you really do feel amazing.” He squeezed your hips, nails digging into the skin. “I don’t want to stop this fun this early. I want all of you.” His hand found your hair and yanked your head back. “I want you to watch. Don’t hide your face. Watch how I take you, baby.”
You swallowed roughly, your breath coming out in short pants.
“The Hanks told me how much they dumped into you.” He didn’t move other than the slow rolling of his hips. “Will you give me the same honor?”
“Please!” You looked so desperate in your reflection. You couldn’t find the shame to care, only hoping that it’ll express your desire.
It must’ve worked, because Hank withdrew before sharply thrusting his hips forward, fucking into you deeply. A few more slower-paced thrusts were practiced, you feeling where the piercing was inside, before he released your hair to grasp onto your hips. He shifted his footing and began relentlessly pounding into you, using your hips as a guide.
“Oh, yes, baby!” Hank moaned loudly. You could see him biting his lip as he met your eyes. Pleasure lit up his face. Concern flickered very briefly when you both heard footsteps coming from up the stairs. A hand flew to cover your mouth, a foot darting out to quickly slam the door to your bedroom. “I want you all to myself, for now.”
You nodded wildly, biting your lip to help further stifle the moans that would otherwise tumble out into the air.
“Yo, Hank, where are ya!” You think that was Hank 3.
“Rest of us are all cleaned up, we’re readying up for a movie! Ya coming or what?!” That was definitely Hank 4.
“I’m in the bath! My muscles are fuckin’ sore after that!” His voice came out evenly, for someone who was currently slamming into you.
“It was gnarly!” Hank 3’s voice echoed, near the door. “Join us afterwards, or what, bro?”
“Nahh, I think I’ll do a post-bath workout. Stretch out the sore ones a bit, broski. I’ll catch up with you bros afterwards!”
Hank 4 laughed. “Sounds good, man! You’re missin’ out on a movie night! Come on, Hank, let’s start without him!”
Their laughter faded with their footsteps as they went down the stairs. Hank blew out a slow breath and released your mouth. It exhilarated you, knowing that you were only moments away from being caught by the other Hanks. Would they have joined? That thought made you shiver with lust.
“I’m so proud of you,” Hank’s thrusting slowed to a stop. You whined in response. “You’re so fucking hot, baby. They’ll be none the wiser.” His free hand stroked down your back, his cock twitching inside of you.
If you thought Hank fucking into you at full speed was hot, Hank slowly fucking into you was even hotter, his body pressed up against your back, his hand finding your clit and rubbing it time with his thrusts. Your orgasm hit without further warning, squeezing against Hank’s cock, your fluids dripping down your thigh as he continued to thrust into you, his fingers pinching against your clit.
Hank grunted with a hard thrust. “So damn sexy. Wanna place bets on me getting a third one out of ya?”
“N-no, I-ah!” He slapped your clit once before withdrawing his hand, standing back up.
“Is it ‘cause you know I’ll wring it out of you? Damn.” His hand slapped your ass hard, elicting a squeak out of you as your body trembled. When you tilted your head up to meet his eyes, biting your lip enough to break the skin. “Shit.” His hand flew back to your hair, shoving your head down against the counter and shoving you against the edge of it. You scrambled to find purchase, one hand finding the side edge and the other flying up to the hand in your hair. He made sure your face was tilted enough to watch the two of you in the mirror, your cheek flush with the cold marble. “Is this okay?”
“Fuckin’ hot,” you mumbled, locking eyes with him.
“Yes,” he hissed out. The front edge of the counter pressed into your stomach, preventing you from wiggling away from the man behind you. It gave you just enough leverage to tilt your pelvis, giving him a better angle to shove into you. He chased it, speeding up to his roughness from earlier. His expression was focused, gaze dancing from yours to your body.
He was pushing into you brutally, seeking his pleasure within your body. Your chest was shoved into marble, your nipples occasionally dragging against the cold counter. His hand stayed woven in your hair, his grip crushing while keeping you pushed down. Another orgasm flooded through you, not quite as wet as the previous two, but enough to make Hank moan above you.
“One more, baby. You feel so good. Just one more, for me.” He shifted, lifting your knee to the counter while simultaneously lifting you from the counter using your hair.
The counter pressed into your thigh, his hand flew to your chest to take ahold of one of your breasts, the other snaking under your lifted leg to your clit. You could feel his nipple piercings against your back. This position bared you to the mirror, allowing you to see where he was embedded inside of you. Your head lolled back to rest against his shoulder, but you couldn’t look away as he thrusted up into you. His nose brushed against your neck.
“Can I leave a mark right here?” Hank kissed at the junction where your jaw and neck met.
Your hand overlapped the one on your breast, using the other one to keep your balance against the counter. “You can leave them, ah, shit, anywhere!”
“Just what I like to hear.” He grunted out before licking the tender spot. His teeth buried into your skin, rolling the flesh and sucking roughly. His thrusts grew more sporadic, his hand on your clit growing in intensity, the one on your breast squeezing and digging his nails in. You cried out, moaning and shivering in his hold as you hit another climax.
You watched in the mirror as he slowed his thrust to rolling his hips, hand pressed down on your clit, his eyes squeezed shut. Not only could you see him throbbing, you could feel it through your orgasm. “Holy shit, babe, I’m going dump it all inside of you!” He stilled, his cock throbbing impossibly hard inside of you as he came.
He dropped your leg down and you leaned forward, gasping. He was panting hard, resting his head against the spot between your shoulders. His cock slipped out, remaining between your thighs as he caught his breath. His hands moved to embrace you from behind. Hank pressed kisses between your shoulder blades, still panting against your skin. You were both finally spent.
The only thing keeping you from collapsing to the floor in an exhausted heap was Hank’s arms. He pressed a kiss to the side of your head, then slowly helped you sit on the floor, back against the cupboards.
He kissed the top of your head, kneeling to do so before standing back up and turning to the tub. He turned the knob to run the water. “Now, I could really use a bath.”
It took a short break for you two to get situated in the steaming water. You used the toilet quickly when Hank went to get you both a set of new clothes. You wiped up some of your combined mess afterwards, noting to yourself to do a load of laundry. All of your towels are going to smell like sex at this point. Each of you was situated at one end of the tub, knees bent to accommodate both of you easily. Your head rested on the lip of the tub, moaning at the warmth, arms stretching out across the rim towards Hank.
“I don’t think I needed a second one,” you noted out loud.
“Nah, c’mon! Gives you an excuse to spend more time with me.” You could feel his eyes on your body. You knew his marks, and the other’s, were darkening on your skin. “At least you don’t need to really wash up, maybe just a soak?”
“Mmm,” you hummed, closing your eyes. “Pretty much. Just a soak for your muscles?”
“Maybe a bit more?” His hands brushed over yours. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”
You laughed, raising your head to look at him. Was he blushing, or was it the heat of the water? You glanced down. He was blushing.
“You guys are truly something.”
“I feel like I still have adrenaline pumping through my veins! I don’t know how they could settle down to watch a movie.”
“What would have you done without me?”
Hank’s voice was thick. “Would you like to see?” His fingers walked up your arm as he leaned forward.
“I’ll gladly watch.”
“Watch?” His lips quirked into a smile. “I was hoping you’d be participating.”
“That, I wouldn’t mind either.” You led one of his hands to your stomach. You leaned back while he leaned forward, meeting your lips with his as his fingers dipped below the water line, sinking into your pussy. Still sensitive, you gasped against his lips and bucked your hips towards his hand.
“I can still feel my cum inside you, baby,” he whispered against your lips. “Should I put some more in you, as a gift to whichever one of us finds you naked next?”
You groaned and let your head fall back with a thunk against the bathtub. He lunged for the exposed skin of your neck, nibbling and sucking small marks into your skin.
“Or, since someone’s so delicate right now, I can paint your chest. Perfect time to be able to wash it off.”
“Yeah, that… sounds amazing.” His fingers pushed into you a few more times before he removed them, lying back against his side of the tub.
“Eyes on me.” Your head lolled to the side, eyes surveying his body. The piercings drew your attention right away to his chest. He had a nice chest, broad, with some dark curls. Your stare dropped to where his hand was, firmly wrapped around his cock, thumbing the head while he watched you. His piercing only made you notice he was throbbing intensely. “Come on, baby, I know you want to do more than just watch me.”
Your fingers twitched. Hank was right. You were too sensitive in some spots, so you decided to use both of your hands to caress your breasts. Squeezing them would make you startle, the bruises causing a wonderful combination of pain and pleasure. He watched hungrily, licking his lips as you tweaked a nipple and moaned under your breath. His hand was moving steadily, one finger occasionally bumping his piercing with purpose. He kept his moans low and breathy, eyes fluttering. His hand grasped at the base, his hips fucking up in shallow bursts.
You made the move this time, shifting quickly enough to make some of the bath water slosh over the edge, pushing Hank’s knees down while you straddled his lap, knees on either side of his hips. You swatted his hands away, and they settled on the rim of the tub. Your hands planted on his chest, and you looked him in the eye, biting your lip. The bite reopened the split you caused earlier.
Hank nodded, granting you silent permission. You used your hand to position him under you, finger gliding over the piercing before you sat yourself on his cock. Both of you moan in unison, his head tilting back against the tub while yours tipped downward, to watch him disappear inside of you. Once you were fully seated, you took his hand and set it on your stomach, where you could feel him within you. He pressed down, you moaned.
“Baby, yes!” His moan bounced off the walls. “Holy shit!”
Your thumbs brushed his nipples and his breath caught. “Can I pull on these?”
“Carefully,” he warned. “Too much hurts.”
“Mmhmm.” You circled your hips, grinding his cock inside of you. He was so deep, you needed the extra moments to adjust to his size while you were seated atop him. You needed a better position, shifting your weight forward and causing him to gasp.
“I’m already close, baby.” His hands were clenching the edge, his head lifted to watch you. “Let me touch you, I’ll make you feel real good again.”
“You already do, Hank.” You rolled your hips forward, fingers ghosting over his nipples and bumping the piercings. “Touch me.”
“Fuck, yes, baby!” One of his hands darted between your arms, two fingers immediately seizing your clit and rubbing. The other hand set on top of one of yours. He tried to move his hips underneath you. You pushed your hands against his chest and shook your head.
“My turn.”
“Mmmm, fuck.” His gaze was locked on where you two met. The fingers were expertly pinching, rolling, and rubbing in time with your rolls and shallow bounces. You watched his tongue wet his lips, and you remembered how it felt against you. It was enough to send you over the edge. You let it run through you, Hank’s fingers moved to grab onto your thigh. “Baby-” You lifted yourself off his lap and he aimed his cock upwards, your fingers pulling gently at the piercings. You watched as his cum shot up your stomach and chest in ribbons, him moaning through it.
You dragged a finger through the highest streak and brought it to your mouth. You cleaned your finger off with a hum.
“Come on, I can only take so much.” His eyes slid shut, and he groaned. “Might be a good time for us to be wearing clothes.”
You two cleaned up, actually cleaned up, in the tub before draining it. You climbed out of the tub first, handing him a towel as he followed. You both dried off, exchanging modest kisses while dressing.
Hank pulled you into a hug, tilting your head up and kissing you deeply before releasing you and spinning you around. “I’ll head down first. I’ll let them know you’re finishing up in the bathroom.” He winked at you as he departed through the door, closing it gently behind him.
You waited a meager five minutes before making your way down the stairs. You could only adjust your appearance in the mirror so many times before it became obvious that there was no hiding the new marks.
The living room was as dark as it could be for a late, sunny morning, and the Hanks were huddled on and around the couch, watching a movie. Snacks and drinks littered the table in front of them. Hank 1 was sitting on the far end of the couch, with Hank 5 sitting between his legs, fingers running through his hair as Hank 5 rested his head on one of his legs, eyes glued to the TV. Hank 3 and 4 were sitting on the couch, with Hank 2 comfortably sitting on the floor, legs crossed, with a bowl of popcorn between them.
Hank 3 raised his hand, “Hey, homie! Come sit!” He made space between himself and Hank 4, flashing a smile at you.
“Oh, sweet. What are you guys watching?” You stepped over Hank 2 carefully, plopping yourself between them.
Hank 5 answered, “Night of the Unliving Deadn’t!”
All the Hanks called out, “Woah, gnarly!” On the screen, a set of zombies was massacred with a katana. One arm went flying with extra blood gushing.
“That’s totally fucking sick!” Hank 2 cheered with a mouthful of popcorn.
“Totally glad to have you join in on movie night. I tried looking for you earlier, bro.” Hank 3 bumped into you lightly before turning his attention back to the screen.
Hank 4 leaned over to your ear, smiling against it. “How’d you like him?”
You couldn’t focus on the movie after that.