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- the most unrealistic part of this game isnt even the turning objects to life,

its the fact the player can afford a two-story house ALONE in this economy -

also im back for realsies this time. i really wanna shove my clit onto that microwave

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Crush-Unfinished - Jai Paul

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          Your palate was never going to get used to the taste of Hoove’s favorite drink; thick and bitter all the way down. It was like taking a big swig of cooking oil, grease coating your teeth like syrup as every bone, nerve and muscle in you stifled the full-body recoil and retching of disgust. You knew with Hoove, he wouldn’t necessarily mind that you didn’t like the drinks he made, but part of you tried to convince yourself you did in an attempt to feel closer to him. While you couldn’t cover it up completely, you managed to choke the ‘beverage’ down again, the second glass you’d had. There was still a little left at the bottom of your cup, and you wondered if he would even notice if you just held onto it long enough and directed his attention elsewhere to avoid polishing it off.

          “Yeah,” Hoove leaned in, gesturing with conviction, “and I know there was some bias. Ain’t no way the Socks could pull off an insane, totally against the rules move like that, and the ref doesn’t reprimand them.” He sat back, shrugging dismissively, “Now, I’m not saying there was any real foul-play, but I just think it’s a little strange how he got all over the Hankees over anything minimal, but not the Socks despite the extreme fuck-up.” He took another sip of his drink before grinning at you. “But I guess I can’t be too mad! Hankees totally kicked Socks ass!”

          You lifted your glass, trying to match his enthusiasm. “Hell yeah we did!”

          Hoove beamed, a toothy grin brimming with passion and verve. Damn, those cute little dimples would be the death of you. “Yeah, yeah!!” You immediately regretted clinking drinks as it prompted Hoove to down his glass, and when you peered back down into your cup silently wishing you could dump it all over the floor instead, you found yourself with no choice but to force the last of the oil down with a burning in your throat. 

          The only bright side, other than the buzz of the alcohol warming you up from the stomach to your cheeks, was a friendly couple pats on the back. While you looked back at him with a smile and expected his hand to pull away eventually, he didn't. The warmth of his palm lingers as he rubs your back for much longer than necessary, and only with another final pat did it leave. The man looked down into his now empty glass, the ghost of a smile playing on his lips. He looked more content now than the day you initially met, more at ease; a lot had been plaguing his mind, but with your help and guidance, he found himself finally able to let go of a lot of dead weight. He was able to have drinks and just enjoy himself, talk about his favorite sports with someone and enjoy things in the moment. It wasn’t always life-changing or spectacular, but your company always seemed to lighten the load. 

          His shoulders eased, letting the silence wash over you both. It was surprisingly comfortable, but it didn’t last very long.

          Hoove set his glass down onto the counter, scratching the back of his neck as he stood up. He seemed to hesitate, as if he was psyching himself up for something he didn’t really want to do - taking his time fixing things on his belt, adjusting them in miniscule ways. 

          “Hey, thanks for hanging out with me. I’ve gotta get back to work, but I’m glad we could squeeze in some time.” He reached over and took the glass from you, setting it beside his own before turning back to face you. “You’ll come back and see me soon, yeah?”

          You were about to agree with him - it was getting pretty close to when he had to leave you again; that job always kept his nose to the grindstone. Before you were going to say your goodbye, however, something stopped you. You didn’t know if it was liquid courage that gave you that feeling in your chest, or if it was the nerves of wanting just to speak your mind, but something was keeping you from it.

          “Actually, before you go, uhm..” You scratched your cheek sheepishly, “I wanted to ask you something. About us, I mean.”

          “About us?” His attention fell back onto you completely as he leaned against the countertop, loosely crossing his arms. “What about us?” 

          You mulled over what you wanted to ask, trying to make sure you worded it in a way that didn’t put him on the spot. The last thing you wanted to do was pressure Hoove; he still had a lot in his bag, even after everything. “Well, y’know we’ve been hanging out lately. We’ve made out a few times.” You avoided eye contact, but eventually you forced yourself to meet his eyes with your own. “And you know I’m not the type to, y’know, force an immediate answer out of you, but.. Do you think you’d have room for me? Like..” You trail off, giving a small laugh, “You know what I mean.”

          Hoove looked at the floor, not as if he was avoiding a straight answer, but like he was taking time to seriously think it over. He hummed thoughtfully, clicking his tongue. He pondered without saying anything, and you gave him the room to do so with your silence, letting him nod along to the thoughts in his own head at his own pace before he reached a conclusion. “Well, I really do like you. That’s obvious by now, I think.” You watch him, his eyes still trained on the floor. “And.. You have helped me, like, a lot with things. I don’t feel like things are weighing on my chest nearly as much as before, so my schedule has opened..” 

          Finally, his eyes found yours again, accompanied by a smile. “I want to make room for you. I think I’m just a bit nervous. It’s been so long since I’ve been with anybody, y’know. Work and all that. But..” He guided you out of your seat, taking your hands in his with a low, dulcet tone in his voice. “I think maybe a little kiss could convince me.”

          No thoughts passed through your mind when presented with the choice beyond that of unfettered passion, lips planted almost immediately on his with an intimate tenderness. His eyes closed, and you did the same as your hand made its way to the side of his neck, gently guiding him into your touch and letting your noses nestle together. You could feel his voice reverberate, his own movements mimicking yours - but you couldn’t let him out-do you. Your other hand found his hip and pulled him in swiftly, swiping at his lips with your tongue to tease before you pulled away from him. 

          The kiss left him a little wide-eyed, looking at you in awe. You could see the flush deepening on his cheeks, his hands still holding onto your shoulders. That was maybe the first time he felt as if the person he was kissing was putting more in than he was, unaccustomed to the type of hunger that emanated from within you. Hoove was unable to contain his smile, his handsome features contorting with a near voracious smugness.

          “Holy shit, you might have just changed my mind..” He leaned in close again, his warm breath against your skin. “Maybe I could love you.. Maybe you should kiss me again, just to really seal the deal, yeah?” He teased, and your fingers dug gently into his hips in tacit agreement before pushing forward again, this time with a little more fervor. He eagerly reciprocated, allowing his mouth to go slack as he leaned into your body invitingly. Without missing a beat, your hands go down to the small of his back with an enthusiastic yet undemanding touch as you lavish him with open-mouthed kisses, letting him know he could pull away whenever he wanted.

          He didn’t pull away though - he began to rock against your touch as if he were trying to tease you, evident in the way you could feel his lips curl into a smile against your kisses. With a little bravery, whether from the alcohol or from Hoove’s reciprocal passion, you trace around his thighs and to his rear, giving him a firm squeeze with both hands. This elicited a rumbling groan from Hoove’s throat directly into your mouth, seemingly very receptive to your flirty touch as he squeezed your shoulders again. 

          As you mingled with one another, you felt him suckling against your tongue, as his wandering hands began their search for something from you - something out of you. The sucking felt alien at first and you almost laughed at the absurdity of it, but the longer he continued the more alluring it became and the less you thought about it, the more arousing it was. It was like he was trying to pull you into him, unashamedly showing you his eagerness; it felt extra loving and intimate. A pleasant buzz surged through your core down to your groin as his fingers grazed right under your abdomen, giving you that all too familiar butterfly feeling that came with arousal, soon pulling away from the kiss in an attempt to stop it.

          “Oh shit, stop, stop..” His eyes opened, staring at you with a concerned brow raise. Both of his hands came to a complete halt, but still they clung onto you.

          A sense of sincere worry was evident in his tone, patient but alert, through excited heavy breaths. “What? Something wrong?” The saliva on his cheek was quickly wiped away with the back of his gloved hand before putting it right back where he had it. “Do you want me to stop?” He seemed to relax upon seeing the smile on your face, his expression softening.

          You shook your head, your hands running back around to his hips as a safety precaution, giving him an assuring rub. “Well, you were saying you gotta go back to work, and I’d hate for you to leave me a mess, y’know?” Hoove mouthed an ‘ohh’ at your answer, nodding along before looking away for a few moments as he thought of a solution.

          “Well.. Maybe we won’t have enough time to go all the way–and not that I’m even particularly ready to–but, what if..” The male huffs as he trails off, looking around the room. His eyes landed on the storage closet where he usually resided, grinning at it like it had just answered his prayers. “I guess I wouldn’t mind being a little late. C’mon.” He broke away from the embrace, his hand shooting to your wrist and pulling you along into the space with him. He seemed a little desperate, not even bothering to look back at you as he dragged you in and slammed the door shut after pulling at the lightbulb chain. His lips were on yours again immediately, practically suffocating you in his kiss as he embraced you tight. Your hands came up to his shoulders to gently push him off, trying to catch your breath. 

          “Woah, woah..!” You laughed, hoping he didn’t assume that you wanted him to actually stop. “What are you doing? I thought..-”

          Hoove chortled, nodding. “Yes, I still have to go soon.” His hand reached down for your pants, palming at you over the denim. The feeling made you almost choke, your breath catching in your throat from the little surprise, though it was not an unwanted one. He went on, “I’d feel super bad leaving you with nothing. Just let me help you, yeah? You’ve already helped me so much. Just consider it my way of showing my appreciation.” 

          You let out an airy laugh, your jeans slowly tightening from his touch. “Are you sure? I mean, I’m not opposed, but I’d hate to get you in trouble.” He nodded, giving you a gentle but firm grip to really hammer it home.

          “Nah, don’t even worry about it. I’ve been wanting to do this for a while anyway.” His voice lowered with a little hum, “You’ve earned it. Trust me.” You hesitated, but easily shrugged any grievance away to focus on the moment and allow yourself to just have fun with it. His nimble fingers found their way to your belt, and when his “May I?” was quickly met with enthusiastic approval he wasted no time in unbuckling it with a faint clink. He didn’t pull it off completely, allowing the belt to remain dangling through the loops in favor of going to the button and slipping his thumbs into the waistband.

          “I’m gonna have to return the favor, y’know.” Your eyes were intently fixed on Hoove as he got down on his knees, patting at your leg as a silent request that you obey, “You already work so hard.” Your hand rested on the top of his head, feeling his hair to find a comfortable place before he swatted it away.

          “Ey, watch it. Can’t look like a mess on the job.” His grin widened as he pulled out your hardening sex from your briefs, immediately catching his attention as it gently pulsed in his hand. “But I’ll hold you to that.. I know I’ll be thinking about it all day.” 

          He drooled onto the tip, and your core tightened for a moment while he removed one of his gloves and spat into his palm next. With him holding you at the base with that passionate look in his eyes, you knew this was going to be quick; you wouldn’t last very long with him, whether you liked it or not. He began to stroke you at a decent pace, the saliva coating you more and more with each movement of his hand, and you could feel your entire body heating up; when Hoove squeezed around the head a couple of times you felt as if you were going to burn alive, and the huff that escapes you does not go unnoticed. 

          You instinctively rolled your hips into his grip as he drooled onto your penis again, the mix of his saliva and your beading precum lubricating you nicely as your eyes met again. He looks positively thrilled, unable to hide his ear-to-ear smile - those dimples again. God, how you loved those.

          With a little wink he squeezes again, prompting a small dribble of precum out of you. “As much as I’d love to hear you, try and stay quiet, okay? Dorian isn’t soundproofed.” The realization that Dorian was technically there, but also not really, hence the fact you didn't see him in his ‘other’ kind of form, but he technically was because he’s literally the door, gave you pause for just a moment as you pondered the logistics. You would have gone flaccid from the thought of asking Skylar about it, if it weren’t for the fact Hoove proceeded to envelop you with his mouth, the sudden heat forcing out a choked moan that was just barely stifled by you tightening your lip. 

          Ripping you straight from your wandering mind, your focus immediately anchored on Hoove beneath you, pushing half of you past his lips with ease - and he didn’t wait even a moment before going further, his throat accommodating everything he took in. You almost pulled away from him in surprise, but you restrained yourself and placed your wrists against the wall behind you as he worked his magic, and you simply focused on keeping your breath even. His mouth was hot and wet, sliding all of you in, and his tongue swiped against the underside of you without so much as a complaint. He breathed through his nose, and you felt his heavy exhales against your groin as one of his hands gave your thigh a squeeze. 

          You wondered when he was going to pull back to keep himself from choking, but that moment never came - eventually he was snug with his nose pressed into your pelvis, your pubic hair tickling him. He kept his composure though, sliding back up, a thick sloppy trail of saliva left behind that was quickly swallowed up again. Hoove settled into a rhythmic pattern of bobbing his head the entire way down and up again, sometimes flicking his tongue on the slit of your penis and dipping his tongue against it with the salty flavor coating his tongue. He seemed to like it, his own saliva dripping from his chin as he leaned against your frame with his body. He hummed and moaned occasionally, and while you couldn’t tell for sure if it was on purpose, he would have to be daft to not notice the groan you let out each time he did it. 

          Soon enough the warmth of his hand left your leg and the sound of a fumbling zipper found your ears alongside his movement. You took a moment to lean your head to the side and sure enough; he’s rock-hard and pulling himself out of his pants. You watched as he angled his hips underneath him, and let the spit from his chin drip onto his own shaft, trembling with an airy huff through his nose each time it made contact. 

          His hands began to stroke not only you, but himself now - somehow manoeuvring the other glove off like a magic trick. You watched him match the pace, and the sight of him so hard at work was quite a bit for you to take in. Your eyes fell back onto his face, and you could see the deepened color in his cheeks along with the beads of sweat forming across his brow and above those beautiful eyes, wearing the most passionate expression you’ve seen from him - and even though he said to watch his hair, you took it upon yourself to push his fringe back as it fell in the way. Hoove’s gaze met yours again as he watched you from below, and he smiled - as much as he could with his mouth stuffed full of you, anyway. 

          He stopped stroking you with his hand, but before you could process the loss of sensation or lament it was quickly replaced with a gentle squeeze on your balls, paired with an auditory gulp from Hoove as he tried to swallow the remainder of you. Try as you might, you couldn’t help but groan faintly, head hanging weaker as your knees buckled, though you quickly fixed your posture and bit your bottom lip to try and restabilize. “Fuck, Hoove.. Where the hell did you learn that ?” He only chuckled at the question, but his laughter ended up serving your pleasure, the vibration against your sensitivities making you shake again. He closed his eyes now, the movement on his own leaking cock becoming a bit feverish. 

          You couldn’t tell if it was to just speed things up or because he was really into it, but he paired this with a sudden, harsh sucking as he held his head in place. It was intense, much rougher than his usual touches, but not enough to hurt - the lubing really helped to keep it smooth and pleasurable. A deep, gravelly sigh was expelled from deep in your throat, and you rolled your hips against his lips, and, while that was involuntary on your part, it seemed to only egg him on more as he pushed forward and did it again, leaving your mouth agape. It was almost like the back of his throat was whirring, vibrating against the tip and providing an immensely pleasant feeling as a result. It felt like your mind was reeling each time he clamped his lips down at your base and sucked hard against you, and it was evident by the way your hips shook that you were gonna come pretty soon. 

          As much as Hoove wanted to drag this out now, so lost in his own arousal and desire, he knew this had to end at some point. He was a little disappointed that this whole thing was happening now instead of later when he would be off work, but it still felt pretty damn good, and he wanted this to end on a happy note. He twitched and throbbed in his own grip, trying to hold off from coming until he got you to do so first, teasing himself at the tip occasionally to really work himself up, leaking onto the wooden floor beneath him. He was just glad most of his outfit was made of plastic, if anything touched him he could just wipe it off with a cloth - and good god was it getting messy. He wasn’t normally prone to this much leakage, but something about this whole thing was really getting to him, getting him excited beyond words. He couldn’t even remember the last time he was turned on this much, not that he could think much at all right now. 

          As you felt the buzz down to your core, you quickly realized you never thought of where you were going to come. 

          “Shit, wait..-” You tried to think fast: you couldn’t exactly come on his face and mess him up right before he went off to work, and doing it in his mouth was probably too much for your first time being actually intimate with him. You began to pull your hips away from him, biting the bullet and settling for cleaning it off the floor afterward, but you didn’t make it very far past his lips before he pushed his head forward and pinned you by your pelvis up against the wall. 

          “Wait, Hoove..-” He ignored you, dead set on taking your load down his throat as evidenced by the way he refused to let you go, and you panicked for a moment before coming to that realization. You stopped fighting it, and brought both of your hands to the sides of his face, cursing under your breath as he continued. You held him, and his eyes met you again with an almost loving expression that made you unravel; both in your heart and in your groin. His face was flush against your abdomen again, his throat coaxing the orgasm out of you with a soft, wordless plea. It didn’t take long for you to give him what he wanted, allowing yourself to press yourself against his lips and come down his throat, and though you were initially a little worried of overwhelming him with it, he happily took it all down. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he took what he could, making sure not to choke. It didn’t take too long to finish, but Hoove made sure to hold you in until you were fully spent and satisfied.

          He came a little after you did, the buzzing excitement of capturing all of you making him feel tingly all over before eventually having his own release right in between his legs, trying to avoid it sticking to his clothes.

          The sound of you finally pulling away from his lips was a little vulgar, making you feel a little embarrassed, but Hoove didn’t seem to mind, if he even noticed it. What you noticed was that he had swallowed mostly everything, both your cum and all of the excess spit- you were actually left rather clean. Hoove on the other hand wasn’t so lucky, his face smeared and knee-pads slipping around a little puddle, his face glistening with sweat - all the while still stroking himself through his orgasm. He finally took a deep breath, exhaling in a loud, satisfied huff. The movement soon came to a stop, and he took a look down at all the mess. He chuckled sheepishly, clearly a bit embarrassed from the whole ordeal.

          “Oh Jesus, I, uhm.. I got a little carried away..” He tried to stand, and you caught him when he began to wobble, helping him regain his footing. “Now I’m gonna for sure be late..” He laughed again, joking as he turned to you, “You got a wet wipe?”

          You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, smirking at him. “Yeah, it was good for me too. Thanks for asking.” He elbowed you, the closet filling with little snickers. You reach down for the waistband of your jeans, tucking yourself back in as you pull the denim back up past your hips. “But, no. But y’know right by Harper, there’s a sink there. Just don’t tell Sinclaire what you’re washing off, he’s too off his gourd to even put two and two together.” 

          Hoove sighed, looking more embarrassed now, “Oh jeez, poor guy.”

          “Don’t forget, poor River. Just..” You snorted, helping him adjust his clothing to make him a little more presentable, brushing the hair stuck to the sweat on his forehead out of the way, “Just don’t say anything. Wash off, and move on. If you hurry, you can still make it in time.” Fingers brushed over his utility belt, straightening out everything the way you at least remembered it to be.

The man nodded in agreement, the shame quickly dissipating. “Yeah! I think I can make it. But..” He didn’t bother wiping the drool off his face as he leaned in to give you a chaste kiss, getting your mess all over your own face and tongue. You didn’t mind it all too much though. You pressed into it, your hand resting on his bicep before he pulled back. “You’re still gonna come back see me tonight, right?” You felt a little spank across your butt, and in retaliation you smacked his right back as he laughed.

          “Yeah, yeah, I’ll come see you. Don’t push yourself too hard at work though, alright? I’m serious, Hoove. I don’t want you to come back with a full tank again.” He sighed, shaking his head. You gave him a wide-eyed stare, making him put his hands up in mock surrender and giggle at your sternness. He pretended to look scared, ducking his head a little.

          “Okay, okay! I’ll try to take it easy!” Hoove cautiously picked up his gloves between his fingertips in an attempt to not get them dirty from the mess on his hands, that giddy smile still plastered on his face. All of the hesitation and reservations he was showing before had completely faded, all replaced by a wide grin as he waited for you to lead the way out, those adorable dimples showing again.

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          Despite the steady rhythm of the ticking clock beside your bed and the gentle hum of the air conditioning, you found yourself restless, tangled in your sheets, trying to find a comfortable position to lay in. With the blanket on it felt too hot, with the blanket off it felt too cold, and not even sticking one leg out was fixing it. You knew it was a mistake to stay up late playing games with Sam, you two had been up until the early hours consistently for about a week now and not only had the blue light been giving you headaches - along with your lack of proper hydration - it would also mess things up when you tried to sleep. No matter how much your body longed for it, you were unable to calm the chattering in your mind. At least Mac seemed to enjoy the gaming.

          Eventually you ended up on your back, staring up into the ceiling. Your eyes strained as they tried to identify shapes, the room pitch dark save for the minimal moonlight that came through the curtains. It was no use. Sighing, you turned to the lamp by your bed in defeat and flipped the switch on, letting the warm glow reveal your bedroom to you again as soft yellow soaked into everything it touched. The clock on your dresser read four-thirty-seven, and you groaned in annoyance in the realization that you’ve been tossing and turning for almost an hour with no success. You throw the blanket off of you and lay exposed to the chill, contemplating what to do with the night. An idea quickly presented itself. Maybe if you slept naked, the warmth under the covers wouldn’t be as unbearable. 

          Your fingers reached down and pulled your loose t-shirt over your head, discarding it on the floor. You then moved your hands downward, allowing your thumbs to hook into the hem of your pants, shimmying them off and tossing them away with your foot, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. You extended your legs out in a full-body stretch, satisfying you just for a moment with the aching feeling in your joints subsiding. As you laid your head on the pillow again, you could have sworn you heard something rumble from within the walls - a soft echo, just loud enough to be discerned through you shifting in your sheets. You paused for a moment, listening in, and you heard it again. A soft, low rumble of machinery, at the edge of your room. Your eyes fell upon the vent above your closet; the prime suspect.

          Was Hector really watching you? Even this late?

          Sure, you knew Hector loved to watch you, he adored it. He lived for it. He always made sure nothing got in the way of him seeing you, and you always reassured him you didn’t mind despite his guilt. You would’ve thought that you’d feel vulnerable and humiliated upon learning you were always being watched, but it wasn’t as embarrassing as you had anticipated. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen you before you had gotten the Dateviators, so why bother getting worked up about it now? You were used to the feeling of his eyes on you, you often forgot they were even there. You could feel a sudden chill against your skin as a gentle gust blew in from the wall opposite, sending a shiver down your body. Your nipples began to harden under the cool air, but the cold left as quickly as it came; the whir of the vent was interrupted with a soft rattle. 

          That tease.

          Unfortunately - or very fortunately - for Hector, your wit was only second to your charm, a little idea beginning to burrow itself into your mind; you could give just as good as you got. Your hand reached down between your spreading legs, slow yet purposeful, giving a couple firm rubs against your groin as your head nestled into the pillow. You could work yourself up a bit as you get comfortable, and maybe you could two birds this. A mechanical shudder left the vent, and a grin came across your knowing face. Before you could allow yourself to get too into it, you reached for your glasses and put them on in haste, not wanting to miss this opportunity; you hoped you would be able to hear him even through the duct, quiet as he could be. 

          You teased and toyed with yourself through your underwear, trying to build up your arousal for him as warm fuzzy pulses coursed up your skin. It wasn’t as good with Hector out of your view, but you could feel his eyes. Watching you, cherishing you - worshiping you. Each little twitch or quiet groan was like a gift, and with the way your eyes bore into the vent; he knew you were thinking of him. He had to have known you were, Hector was a smart man. Even though when you first met he could have never envisioned this scenario playing out even in his fantasies, by now he knew all too well. He knew you enjoyed playing this sexy little game with him - he knew you’d indulge him. He felt like you were spoiling him rotten, but he wasn’t about to complain.

          Unsatisfied with the lack of audible satisfaction other than the occasional rumble, you slowly removed the garment, lifting your legs up to slide them down and tossing them before sitting up. Fully bare, you looked into the vent for a moment, letting Hector take it in; your legs were wide open, your sex exposed in the gold of the lamplight. You grabbed the pillow next to you, setting it in between your legs and straddling it. Your thighs pressed against the plush fabric, the softness underneath giving a comfortable and frictionless experience, while still allowing you to find purchase for yourself. You still weren’t turned on the whole way; but you could feel a vague warmth growing from your core and you wanted to let it spread out. A deep exhale escaped through your nose as you shut your eyes, trying to envision something more stimulating. 

          It took you a minute - what felt like an eternity for the poor guy - but when it came it was in technicolor: Hector, sweet, beautiful Hector, beneath you on his back, bare and needy. His skin practically burned for you, yearned for you. Kiss-swollen lips and a rosy heat on his cheeks, eyes wet with a quiet, desperate whimpering plea escaping his throat. His legs were splayed. Hands reaching out to you, you could see his chest rise and fall with each heaving breath, so hard and so sensitive like he always was, absolutely leaking. He looked so shameless, so serene. He wanted nothing but you; everything in him tried to collide your body and soul with his own; he wanted to melt into you. 

          As you leant down to meet him, his arms instinctively wrapped around your shoulders, solid like metal, like he wouldn’t let you go ever again. He was whispering  praises under his breath; about your beauty, about his luck. He babbled about how much he loved you without a trace of insincerity, a shameless stream of his affections, telling you how much he needed you to touch him, and where. He wanted you to touch him everywhere, to feel the warmth of your palms and the deftness of your fingers across his skin, but for now he settled on his hips and aching cock. He was so turned on, the thought of you grabbing his hips with rough but loving hands made his mind reel.

          He begged you to use him, to use him to get off. He needed you, and he needed you now . Giving you pleasure gave him pleasure like nothing else.

          You soon kissed your hips together; a pleased huff stifled through his teeth as he bit down. You told him to open, and sweet Hector obliged, his pink tongue peeking out for you. He could never live with himself if he refused a simple request like that; he’d always go above and beyond to satisfy you. But he knew he could, and he always would. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do. He groaned as your hips began to rock against his own, his wet cock rubbing against your belly as your lips and tongues met. The kiss was slow but fiery, all-consuming; he felt like you were trying to devour him whole and he loved it; he loved the feeling of being taken by you, being changed by you. 

          You continued to gently buck into his hips, smooth sparks of pleasure between the two of you surging with each bump as you both groaned against each other. Hector’s eyes were shut tight, lips parted, his mind lost in the haze of ecstasy as you told him how pretty he was. He tasted like honey, like molasses, indulging only you. His back arched and his hips pressed back into you tight; his head lifted and you wasted no time, planting kisses across his neck. Teeth grazed and dug into him, coating your palate with the salt of his sweat. He let his head fall back as you nipped at him, leaving heated hickeys in your wake. His legs swung up and wrapped snug around your hips; you could feel the little tremors and twitches as his legs locked around you; he clung to you like you’d float away if he let go. His whole body enveloped you, his softness giving you a cozy feeling in your chest as his warmth spread. 

          Hector was clearly going mad; the rubbing and kissing and holding and biting was almost too much, but never enough. He whined and bucked his hips against you in search of relief as his cock wept a clear trail of precum onto his belly. 

          Suddenly you were ripped from your little daydream - a shaky, delicate groan came from within the ventilation, unsuccessfully silenced. Your head perked up, and you caught one of Hector’s hands gripping firmly at the grate. The soft shaking you could just barely see left no questions of where the other one was. His tone was desperate, smooth as always yet cut by bated breath. 

          “Please.. My love, please don’t stop..” He groaned, taking in the sight of you. His voice trembled, turning to a whine. “Please, keep going..”

          You looked down, realizing what had Hector so enthralled. Your hips pinned the pillow under you, your own arousal leaking out and leaving a dark splotch against the sheet, the sheen of a light sweat across your flesh with your own heavy breaths lingering in the air. You looked up at him again, soon smiling. Making quick work of it, the pillow is flipped around so that he could see you from the side, giving him a full view of what you were doing as your chest pressed into the pillow, and your arms wrapped tight around it as if you were holding it down. Your hips began to move again, this time with a little more vigor. You weren’t certain that Hector was sharing the same fantasy as you were at this moment, but judging by the huffs and groans rattling out from the ventilation, he was definitely picking up what you were putting down. You humped the pillow with fervor, putting your weight on it now as you did so, and that seemed to excite him as his knuckles went white against the bars. Trying to get yourself back into it, you let your mind wander back to the thought of him. 

          That didn’t take long with how worked up you were at this point; when you closed your eyes again everything quickly faded into white noise in seconds, your hands coming to the sides of the pillow with a firm grip. 

          This time, Hector was flat on his stomach with you nestled in-between his legs, spread around your hips. He blinked coyly at you, a shy smile on his face as he watched you work his body with your hands, every touch from you capturing his full attention. You squeezed and teased him, his skin burning hot under your palms; even the slightest pressure made him tremble, his thighs instinctively clamping around you. You kept needing to gently pry him back open, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was doing it deliberately to get a rise out of you.

          But you didn’t lash out - you had no desire to punish him, to be rough with him, or to be so cruel as to deny him pleasure - you just let your fingers slowly ghost over him, keeping him suspended in your touch, his quiet anticipatory huffs barely audible in the silence of your bedroom as you took your time. Tender massages were paired with gentle, playful smacks against his cute butt, each one being met with a muffled yelp - he had resorted to burying his face in the pillow beneath him, trying to get out of letting you hear him. 

          It was a little disappointing that in this position you couldn’t see his soft belly, but the view you had of his ass and thighs more than made up for it. You could grab him in both hands and he would still be spilling out of them, soft like velvet, like you could die happy with your face buried in between him. That thought alone enticed you to lean down and leave a trail of soft, deep kisses across his flesh. His body tightened at the sensation; the sensation of your lips on his more sensitive spots - and so near to his most sensitive spot - made his legs feel weak and made his face burn, butterflies in his stomach, fluttering just above where you were showering him in your affections. 

          Feeling a little playful, you nipped at his thigh for only a moment, holding him down by his hips to keep him from wriggling out of place as an airy squeal reaches your ears. Hector whipped his head around to look back at you with a pout, brow furrowed in fake annoyance that only made you giggle, your lips still pressed against his skin. You knew he loved it, really. So you continued to kiss him, occasionally dragging your teeth against his hot flesh to keep him engaged, now grabbing at his hips again and giving it another squeeze before pulling him further into you as you sit upright. 

          His aching sex brushed against you for a second, wet and rock-hard, leaking precum onto the sheets, practically begging you to touch it. You didn’t give him that satisfaction just yet, instead grabbing two firm handfuls of his ass suddenly and spreading him apart, his eyes going wide as he hid his face away in your pillow. Not that there was anything to feel ashamed about - his cute butt was just so perfect. 

          He could feel your eyes on him, his cheeks burning so hot he thought he’d finally burn up and die - he couldn’t even look you in the eye right now. He didn’t know if he could look you in the eye ever again after this, but he couldn’t deny how exciting this all was, laid there trembling in your hold, biting down on his lip so hard he thought it would bleed in an attempt to stop himself from pulling away. He did want this, more than anything, but he didn’t know how to handle it without feeling like he would explode.

          The sudden sensation of warm spit across his hole, quickly cooling on his skin, made his hands cling onto the pillow in front of him for purchase as he tensed up, and let out a surprised whimper. You rubbed slow circles into the small of his back to soothe him out again, but his ears still burned, and the full-body butterflies from being exposed like he was made him grit his teeth. To say he felt naked felt redundant; it was more than his clothes. It was him allowing you to see him and his arousal on full display, allowing your hands to explore every inch of his body, allowing you to fuck him in any way you wanted. 

          Hector would barely be able to choke out the words if he were asked to say it aloud, but he loved submitting himself to you - being controlled by you. Sure, he had a much easier time telling you this when you were separated by aluminum, when all you knew of him were his words - a promise of humble devotion -, but now it was tangible. Now you could see him, you could feel him, and though he was still afraid, finally finding courage enough to meet you was his ultimate test. And in moments like these, he couldn’t help but feel like he did back then. The pounding in his chest, the secretion of sweat, his trembling hands and buckling knees; the eustress. It all turned him on, knowing that your attention was completely onto him - all the secret, dirtiest, most intimate parts of him - and the best part was that you were so sweet about it all. You asked these things of him, but you were always there with a gentle touch, a gentle voice. 

          Your sweetness amidst everything was what really got to him; gently caressing his skin like he was beautiful all the while spreading him open and exposing him to you, your voice low and soft singing his praises. He had so much love to give, and to know you’d give him the same without a catch made Hector think he could come just from you kissing him - he would swear it. To be pulled apart and loved despite his mess? That was the greatest blessing anyone could ever bestow upon him.

          You spat onto his hole again, your saliva splattering his skin, and you tenderly swiped your thumb and smeared it across to watch it glisten across Hector’s beautiful body. He turned his head back, his breath heavy and his cheeks red, want in his eyes, begging you to please stop teasing him. He couldn’t take it any longer. You knew he loved to be teased and played with, but he was getting needy, just like you were. He pleasantly shook under your gaze before lifting his hips to you, his spine curving and his hips hiking upward to present himself properly to you. He offered to hold himself open for you if that meant you’d finally give him what he needed. Your heart pounded as he said it, quickly nodding and giving him your approval.

          Hector pulled himself off of your lap, pressing his knees onto the plush mattress beneath him and pushing his head down onto the pillow with an excitedly content hum. He reached back and gave you easy access to him; you swore you could come from just seeing it. You could see his back arch, his tummy hanging just past his legs, rising and falling with his breathing. If it weren’t for the current task at hand you would have loved to just grab a handful of him again and squeeze, just enjoying his plush body. God, he was so fucking sexy, you could just die. 

          Your hands found him again, this time on top of his own with sweet reassurance. You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his sensitive hole, rubbing it with your thumb a couple times before Hector reminded you of what you promised him, laughing in his eagerness. You stare for a moment in bated breath, soon sinking a digit inside of him, slowly pushing until you hit the first knuckle, and then the second, and before long, with Hector’s impatient encouragement, you’re sliding a second finger in, his beautiful moans now unfettered and finally reaching your ears. He’s hot, so hot, wet velveteen inside, perfect for you. Your teeth bit down on your lip to try and handle your excitement, quickly growing feverish from the sight of him, keeping your hand in place to help him adjust. You watch as his thighs spread further apart in acceptance, now a one-eighty degree angle, his knees fully bent, poised to take you in as deep as he could. His hips rocked against your hand, the friction making him babble under his breath in desire and you wasted no time to give him what he wanted. Now three fingers in, you begin to slide in and out, but any thoughts of going slow quickly fly out the window as Hector keeps leaning back into your hand harder, throwing himself into your palm.

          In a perfect world your little twin daydream would have continued, but your gut was tight and your sex felt like it was going to explode any moment, and that telltale sensitivity creeping up on you cruelly ripped you out. You were covered in sweat, cheeks burning red with a furrowed brow as you recklessly bucked into the pillow. You kept going, not particularly caring about finishing the fantasy anymore and just wanting to come, and after a few more moments you did. Your mind blanked and you released, the poor pillow sheet underneath you getting drenched in it as you rode out your high with only Hector in your mind. Once the ride was over, you let out a breath you were unknowingly holding, letting your shoulders finally slump. Before you even had a moment to process, however, your ears perked up to hear a deep, guttural moan from above.

          Right as your eyes landed on the frame, you saw a little streak of white splatter out. It caught you off guard, but you watched as the grate rattled and shook, the clanging of the aluminum paired with Hector’s whines. It lasted a short while, and he seemed to be taking longer than even you did, making you wonder just what exactly he was thinking about during all that time, if he was actually fantasizing in the same vein as you. But it eventually ended, and you were just barely able to pick up the man’s labored breathing. He gave a short, breathless laugh.

          “That was..” He huffed, his voice low and quiet, “You were..”

          You laughed, letting Hector sit speechless as you crawled to the edge of the bed, taking the pillow sheet off and throwing them both into the corner of your room, hoping you would remind yourself to wash them tomorrow morning. You yawned, and a wash of relief came over you as you knew now that you’d finally get some sleep. Finding your way back to the head of the mattress, you snuggled in underneath the blanket, stretching your legs and arms out again with a second yawn, looking back up at where Hector resides as the remnants of his orgasm still lingered, dripping slowly from the gate down the wall. Curiously you removed the Dateviators from your face, raising an eyebrow at the fact the mess was completely gone. You slid them back on, and then off again. It was like a freaky magic trick. You finally discarded the glasses and set them aside, nestling in before remembering it was too hot for a blanket - you were sweating earlier. 

          You were too tired to clean up now, opting instead to shed the blanket and lay bare. You mumble out, “Goodnight, Hector.” without bothering to listen to the response, knowing he heard you as you slowly drifted off.

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❥ THE HANKS

• The Hanks, of course, are individual people who all just enjoy the same rush of extreme sports and experiences, one thing they also all have in common is being subs. Who bottoms and who tops varies Hank to Hank, but they all do whatever it takes to get you off no matter what. They love it when you know what you want, and they especially love giving it to you.

• The first time you heard “Take out that mouthguard; it's extreme makeout time!” you thought it was a joke. You know better now; you’ve acquired a special skill of somehow not busting your lip open or getting your teeth cracked as you face the kissing storm that is the Hanks, even when they really get into it. It’s always an exhilarating experience, but it took a few tries to get acclimated to its intensity.

• While the Hanks previously considered being in some sort of polycule, they ended up finding that they were at their best when they were just friends - the potential mess of complicating their relationship with Red Bowl at the time only compounded that feeling. But while they feel dating each other just isn’t in the cards for them, they’ve had very few issues with dating you together as a unit. 

• While the Hanks love coming at you and jumping on top like a dogpile, most of the time you find yourself in groups of two when having sex, sometimes three. This both gives you an easier time making sure all their needs are met, but that you also don’t obliterate your genitals on a regular basis; it’s no walk in the park, trying to keep up with the five of them.

• When all five are present, an easy way to make sure everyone’s needs are met is by having them actually mingle with one another. Though they of course prefer you and your touch, if it gets you off, they’ll do what it takes. And the fact you do get off by them loving on each other makes it a lot more arousing when they do. 

• Hank 3 abides by the bro-code {obviously!}, but he has zero qualms about bending the rules from time to time. When you’re all together he’s always eager to kiss and touch everyone, and while he of course respects the other Hanks in what they want and don’t want, he’s the easiest to convince of breaking the typical code, often encouraging the other Hanks to try it out when with you.

• 3 is obviously the most flirtatious and outright sexual with you in conversation, but the other Hanks are not above it either; they’re just more reserved than he is. They especially love coming together to talk dirty to you all at the same time to elicit a reaction out of you, often engaging in friendly competition with one another of who can get the biggest one.

• Their affection is often extreme and sometimes overbearing, especially when they’re all together with you. You often find yourself covered in adventurous hands and kisses in just about any place they can. They do love engaging in a team effort - your love, and by extension your arousal, is no different.

• While all the Hanks are very close, none of them are immune to jealousy, in regards to both romance and sex. Luckily for you, they’re also all excellent at handling it: whenever one of them starts feeling left out or neglected they all openly communicate their needs, and the others will step to the side, or include them. With sex, it’s especially easy to fix.

• The Hanks are nothing if not generous lovers. Your personal comfort and enjoyment is top priority; if something does not please you, they change it, if you want something, they give it to you. This respect and love is a two-way {six-way} street - treat them well and they will always return the favor.

❥ HANK 1

• Hank 1 never actually anticipated that being the bottom in most scenarios would make him feel so good, but once he tried it he never really looked back. That being said, as much as he loves that sweet adrenaline hit he got from sports, he found himself more receptive to a slow and sensual approach in the bedroom, deep and tender. 

• There is no real official leader of the Hanks, but 1 acts as the team’s unofficial spokesperson; one thing he’s gleaned from this is the invaluable skill of communication. He’s able to tell you his needs, his desires, everything you might need to know without a hint of embarrassment in his voice. It certainly saves time when trying to figure out what gets him going, and makes it easier to come up with new things to try.

• It might not be everyone’s favorite, but 1 absolutely loves being in the side position with your arms around him while you rut against him. He loves the warmth of your body on his back, your hands caressing him up and down and your lips kissing at the base of his neck. The only downside is that he doesn’t get to touch himself much, but that’s very quickly gotten over once the sensations start hitting him.

• 1 has never been the type to settle for a quickie; he loves taking his time, creating a pseudo-routine for sex. The foreplay is the perfect build up to get him aroused and warm himself up in order to fully enjoy the sex, and afterwards he likes to feel cared for with loving kisses and sweet nothings. He feels like the sex is cheap when you jump straight into it - the fun is over before it’s even started. He’ll understand and respect your feelings if you do that sort of thing, but he’s just not the Hank to do that with.

• Unlike the other Hanks who are content in throwing themselves at you whenever you please, 1 likes to make you wait. He loves putting on a little show for you when you get intimate, teasing you with the idea of slipping out of his clothes and revealing himself, taking his sweet time peeling back the layers while you watch in anticipation. He’s a fairly tame lover compared to the others, but he was just as much of a tease.

• Whether it’s before, during, or after being intimate, Hank 1 will always find a moment to snuggle, usually with his back against you or his arms wrapped around your shoulders. The intimacy of it leaves a fuzzy feeling in his chest, and he’s able to enjoy himself much more than otherwise, and in particular scenarios even derive sexual gratification from it as your arms secure him to you.

• 1 feels no shame or embarrassment about what turns him on, but staring into your eyes makes him feel a special kind of vulnerability. He can’t deny the whir of excitement in his stomach when you maintain eye-contact, intensifying his own arousal while you love on him.

• One of his favorite things is sinking down right onto your face in a deep squat, looking down at you as your hands come to his thighs and hips, pushing and pulling as needed to properly eat him out, the sensation of your tongue on him driving him crazy. His legs tremble while you treat yourself to him as he jerks off from above. While not as loud as the other Hanks, his heavy panting is like music to your ears.

• Hank also enjoys a sexy, fun time in the bathtub. Get the mood set with bubbles, low lights, music, and, most importantly, your naked body in the water, and he’s already stripping himself. He doesn’t wanna rush, but with how quickly the water tends to get cold he takes just less time for the foreplay. But only a little. He’s still hungry for affection, holding and kissing you in the warm water.

• While all the Hanks have tight bodies due to their lifestyle, 1 has some extra cushion around his curves and edges, which you have way too much fun grabbing and squeezing; the most fun part being his chest. While not particularly sensitive, 1 happily indulges you in its softness; he finds it cute when you’re playful with him like that.

❥ HANK 2

• Hank 2 can top, and will do so on occasion, but more often than not he much prefers being the bottom. It’s something he’s known about himself for a while, pretty experimental with his own body in his alone time. He’s a bit shyer than the other Hanks in that regard, and is a little embarrassed to admit that, so he doesn’t talk about it often, but he definitely knows it about himself.

• While 2 very much loves and cherishes you, he finds it quite hard to open up about his personal sexual desires. He can do more generic things, or engage in things the Hanks do with you as a group, but when it comes to him specifically it can be a little hard for him to not feel embarrassed about them. With your patience and empathy, however, he finds himself opening up to you much more often than he originally would have thought.

• Doggystyle has two benefits for Hank 2; you can grab at his arms or his waist and pull his hips right onto yours, or you can push his head into the pillow and give him a rush from the brief asphyxiation. With the latter, he even gets the privilege of being loud instead of holding back, moaning into the fabric as you take him.

• A lot of people sometimes forget that 2 can be just as adventurous as the other Hanks despite his hesitancy to engage with certain activities, and one of the examples of him being willing to try something more intense is through electroplay. 2 wouldn’t call himself a masochist, but something about the electrical current specifically gave him a pleasant prickling feeling, the mild shocks exciting him. He’s not even entirely sure how he even came to realize he liked it, but regardless, once he admits this fact to you, he’d love it if you could indulge him.

• Hank 2 needs a little boost sometimes; he absolutely loves being told when he’s doing good, when he’s looking good; that he is good. He can feel his heart fluttering and his pants tightening when you sing his praises, the words from your lips feeling like an angel’s soft song to his ears, especially when you’re already deep in him saying these sweet things in his ear. His cheeks turn bright red even at the thought of it.

• One thing Hank 2 never gets sick of is when you overstimulate him - the pounding of his heart and abused nerves give him a rush not a lot can quite match. It’s an addictive but cruel cycle for him, leaving his sex and his poor butt ultra tender the next day, often having to lay on his side to avoid the pain. It’s always worth it to him though, so you don’t feel too sorry for him.

• Sometimes 2 gets particularly desperate when turned on and he gets ultra needy, humping at you from behind in need for some friction. He’ll rut into you with abandon, rocking his hips against your legs in a wordless plea for your touch. He hopes you won’t tease him too much for his insistence - you just turn him on so much and he can’t help it, even if it embarrasses him to do so. 

• Shockingly, only Hank 3 shares Hank 2’s love of toys, the others not that particularly interested in that sort of thing, but it doesn’t deter 2 even in the slightest. Regardless if it’s solo or with you - and he usually preferred it with you -, 2 loved them. He especially likes vibrators, for the outside or the inside, it didn’t matter; the simple buzz of the toy is enough to get him invested. 

• What is especially cruel about 2’s body that didn’t exactly aid in his kink - or rather, made them near overwhelming - was the fact he was so sensitive. Sure, his body could take a beating - he was a Hank after all - it was just that all of his intimate places were especially vulnerable. Simple handjobs left him whining and shaking, it made him feel embarrassed at first, but over time with you he began to embrace it a little more.

• 2 takes a lot of pride in how he presents himself! He always makes sure he is trimmed and shaved everywhere he needs to be and makes sure he’s always clean! He doesn’t like it to be too prickly though, allowing a little bit of growth so it doesn’t feel itchy when you touch him. Nothing is more unsexy than incessant itching.

❥ HANK 3

• Hank 3 is the purest embodiment of a vers - he really doesn't care if he sticks it in or if you do. He’s really adaptable to whatever you want to do with him, ready to serve you in the best way he can and give you anything and everything if it pleases you. He’s got the highest sex drive of all the Hanks, and of pretty much everyone else you’ve ever met.

• Despite the fact 3 is always hitting on you, talking all like he’s super promiscuous and gets play all the time, that’s not necessarily true. It’s not untrue - he’s had a decent amount of sexual partners in his lifetime - it’s just that he’s had about the same as the average person, mostly people he was actively dating, and is actually rather quick to fluster himself.

• A non-serious and silly roleplay fantasy he likes to do with you is the classic superior/subordinate; an employer and employee, a young college professor and a student, a manager and musician, whatever he can come up with where he is the subordinate. While neither of you have the will nor desire to take the roleplay all that seriously or follow them through, it's still fun to play around with.

• Oh, Hank 3 is loud. You can’t tell if he’s loud on purpose or if he’s just that way naturally, but either way he seems totally unbothered and unashamed in letting you know exactly how you make him feel. You often have to give him a pillow to moan into just so he doesn’t disturb anyone, but he always whines when you do - he just wants you to know how good he feels.

• The stuff he came up with before you started dating was kindergarten compared to how he speaks to you now, especially when you’re having sex. 3 loves trying to fluster you, saying the exact things which he knows get you hot all over. This is especially true when he bottoms; he says the most depraved, desperate, dirty things when you’re fucking him, babbling incessantly in the heat of the moment, words spilling out of him like water.

• While Hank 2 and 3 both like toys, they tend to have different preferences. Hank 3 particularly likes plugs for himself, the pressure paired with the heightened sensitivity whenever he moves makes his orgasms much stronger whenever you’re playing with him. He’d love to see you use one too, always eager to share the same experience, but of course he respects what you like and don’t like.

• Being a man of thrills, 3 loves to get into positions where he’s folded in some way, or that are otherwise somewhat challenging for him to pull off. When bottoming he absolutely loves the full nelson, and when topping he begs for you to do a reverse press. Really, he’s down to do anything akin to intense yoga, enjoying the challenge.

• This man would rather die than keep his hands off you, and he’d rather die than have you not touching him back. He wants to be grabbed, groped, squeezed, all of it, on all of him. Naturally, his own hands will be on you somewhere too, eagerly feeling around for any particularly soft spots, or somewhere that turns you on. 

• Even if 3 doesn’t have the experience that he pretends he does, one thing that is true about him is that he has incredible stamina. And with you around, he’s always trying to push the limit, to go for as many rounds as his body can handle before crumbling into a mess on your bed or on the floor, just praying he can keep it up and out-perform his previous records.

• What can be said for Hank 2 can not be said about Hank 3; he isn’t necessarily dirty - he always makes sure he’s clean and all that good stuff - but he lets his hair grow wild and untamed. He doesn’t find much use in shaving it down, maybe the occasional trim here and there. And yes, it is an absolute rainforest down there.

❥ HANK 4

• Hank 4 can and will bottom for you if asked; he does enjoy it, but he’s more naturally inclined to be the top. He’s a sucker for the spontaneous, and it takes way less effort for him that way, to be able to just tear his clothes off and get going. He’s impatient with most things, and wants to get things rolling as soon as he can, sex being no different. 

• A fun challenge 4 likes to try is restricting himself with any sort of binding - silk, rope, those pink fuzzy handcuffs, it doesn’t really matter. Sometimes it’s just his wrists, sometimes it’s also his ankles, sometimes it’s to the bed; sometimes it’s his entire body bound up, posed for you. It’s hard, uncomfortable work, but that’s the fun of it: giving oral, thrusting into you, kissing you, whatever you decide you want him to do, everything is heightened by his restraints, and the feeling of being at your mercy.

• 4 always likes to get a workout in, even when being intimate with you. One of his favorite ways to get in some cardio is putting on a playlist and matching himself with the tempo, as silly as that might sound. He’s never one to take sex super seriously anyway though - he likes having fun with it, and what’s sexier than some good music and a total babe to love on?

• Whenever you guys kiss, the thing he loves most is when it gets really messy. From the outside it looks kind of gross and uncomfortable, but he personally can’t get enough of it. Sometimes he even tries those specialty mints that make your mouth water for the sole purpose of kissing - it’s usually followed with oral if the mints haven’t worn off.

• With you on top and him on his back, he can watch you from below as you work the orgasm out of him and chase your own; he gets off to you greedily using his body for your own enjoyment. Sometimes he gets a little ahead of himself and tries to buck up into you, and you have to pin his thighs down so he doesn’t overwhelm himself. 

• Tender and leaking, 4 would deny his body screaming for release in favor of dragging out the pleasure, not allowing himself to come until he was convulsing and had big, wet tears streaming down his cheeks. Your tender grip at the tip of his cock when it’s already so abused makes his head spin, a cracking moan escaping his throat in agonizing gratification, and his heart pounding hard in his chest.

• The sight of his cum on your face, belly, butt, thighs, or on your sex is almost enough to get a second orgasm out of Hank 4, so turned on by the tangible evidence of his own arousal on you. It was like proving to you that you made him feel so good, that he was giving a piece of himself to you. He always hopes that it satisfies you.

• Of course he wouldn’t try anything in the direct public eye, but having sex just out of view of everyone; the locked bathroom or bedroom of one of Holly’s parties, or in the storage closet in the laundry room while Drysdale and Washford are performing for an audience, was an idea that always got 4 hot and hard. The holding in of moans, the rush whenever someone wiggled the locked doorknob - the thought of it made his cheeks burn. 

• Sometimes, when it’s just you and 4, he likes to roleplay that you’re strangers hooking up. There’s something about it that gets him excited, even if he isn’t the type to actually have sex with someone he doesn’t know; it’s fun for him to envision a sexy stranger taking what they want from him, doing whatever they please before mysteriously disappearing from his life. But he’s glad he knows you - he would never want you to actually leave.

• You don’t think you’ve ever kissed a man with lips as soft as Hank 4 in your life. They’re supple and sweet - the cherry chapstick he always wore had him tasting so good and kept him kissable at all times. The best part of it was that Hank 4 was also a great kisser; he has the tool, and he sure knows how to use it.

❥ HANK 5

• A definitive top; while 5 has played with the idea of bottoming, the ache in his groin is a much more convincing force than the potential ache in his backside. With how sensitive he is, topping brings him much more pleasure in the bedroom, and he finds himself able to come multiple times over from the sheer intensity of the sensation. 5 doesn’t have a huge sex drive usually, but he could find himself getting used to you using his body as a toy to satisfy your own needs.

• The Hanks all spoil you with love and affection even during sex, showering you in kisses, always wanting to hold you, but Hank 5 is especially romantic with you. Yes, it’s always a fun and exciting experience, but Hank 5 always takes time to slow down and make sure you’re comfortable, whether you might need a break or some reassurance.

• One way, you’ve found, to get 5 hot under the collar is through blindfolding him - he’s full of anticipation, never knowing where you were going to strike him next, how you were going to touch him. It’s the mystery that gets his heart racing - it feels like all of his other senses are heightened, and when you finally touch him it hits him like a train.

• 5 could survive off of giving you oral alone; his own personal heaven lay nestled between your legs, accompanied by the taste of you on his tongue. He didn’t know what it was about suffocating in your sex that turned him on so much, but it got him rock-hard every single time.

• Being a romantic, he loves worshipping you and your body. He loves telling you how gorgeous and sexy you are while caressing and kissing your skin with the sweetest look on his face. He’s always telling you how turned on he gets from being able to touch your perfect body, how happy he gets when you shed your clothes so he can see all of you.

• While having your legs pinned over your chest as he fills you from the top seems like an abrupt shift in the dynamic, it's not. From here, 5 can satisfy your needs while still being able to see your face, his own contorting in pleasure as he does his best to give you what you want. He likes being able to look you in the eyes and kiss you from here, and he loves to do the hard work for you while you lay back and just get to enjoy the ride.

• The one instance 5 truly loses himself to his need is when you kiss him; your lips on his could set his heart on fire, his body overtaken by giddy desire and goosebumps. Usually 5 is good at self-restraint, but he feels so helpless when your lips meet, and he could never have enough of it - he’d kiss you for eternity if you wanted it, if you let him.

• On the more playful side, 5 has an affinity for foodplay, especially stuff that's sticky, like honey and maple syrup. You set up a tarp to help contain the mess and sometimes even the other Hanks join in, but 5 has the most fun in licking you clean, the sweet syrup and your salty skin creating a particularly arousing mix on his tongue. That being said, he also loves getting you both naked and covered in it, letting the sugar and sweat blend together as your bodies tangle up in one another.

• Despite the concept being so tame, 5 is a bit embarrassed to admit that he loves it when you wear something sexy, especially stuff that opens up to give him easier access. It feels like you’re seducing him with it, luring him in and flaunting to get him to do whatever you want - and he happily obliges, with a sheepish smile on his face.

• Looking at 5 in his jumpsuit, you’d expect him to have a more average build based on how his form looks from within it; but he’s actually really fit underneath. When he flexes you can really see his muscle definition, as he’s worked really hard on his physique and is really proud of his progress. Though, sometimes you’ll have to remind him how good he looks when he gets a little bummed about not being visibly muscular from under his clothes.

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❥ TINA

• Despite being petite in all areas, Tina’s the boss in every situation. She gets off on the idea of someone as small as her having all the power; you could take control if you really wanted, but you submit to her whim willingly, and it turns her on like crazy. She’s mostly a power bottom, using your body to service her own and fulfill all her fantasies, but sometimes when she’s feeling a bit more attentive, she’ll be the top, filing her nails down so that she can finger you properly before using the strap.
  
  
• Tina could never be satisfied with just one partner, at least not for very long. It’s more than just wanting a threesome - though that is still very sexy - it’s the only way she could ever see herself fully satisfied in her love life. Sex, drama, romance, she needs it all and she needs a lot of it, and one person, just to put it frankly - isn't enough for her. A triangle is the perfect shape after all, so three sides are essential for her to be fulfilled. She’s not completely selfish, though; she needs the two of you to be into each other as much as you’re both into her.
  
  
• While she needs you to both be into each other, that’s not to say she doesn’t like watching you fight over her affections. The kisses get more feverish, the touches get rougher, everyone gets needier as you both try to prove to be the better lover, to be the first to get her to come or make her come multiple times. Of course, Tina couldn’t ever ‘choose’ between the two of you - she’d never really want to - but it never fails to turn her on when you guys get aggressive.
  
  
• To get the ball rolling on these fights between you and your third, sometimes she’ll intentionally neglect one of you and give extra attention to the other, all the while smiling and giggling to herself, watching the ignored one get more and more riled up and needy over time before, eventually, taking matters into their own hands. Sometimes she’ll only kiss or touch one, lavishing them in extra sweetness to really heat things up for the other, until she’s inevitably ripped away to endure a little payback.
  
  
• While you could never trust Tina just by her word alone, you could always trust her to be herself and do things the way she always does. While very open about her demands and most of her fantasies, sometimes she really struggles with being upfront, especially with the sappier stuff. She likes to think of herself as some master manipulator who’s got you wrapped around her finger, but you’ve learnt all of her tells by now; you can often read between the lines of her words and actions, even when she’s being cheekily suggestive.
  
  
• Though it didn’t surprise you, you were still a little flustered to find that Tina keeps a detailed journal of all the sexcapades she’s had. She notes every one that was worth remembering anyway, graphic mentions of you included, and anybody the two of you have included in your fun. You can tell straight away it’s her writing purely by how she describes herself, as some powerful matriarch in total control of everything you say and do, like she’s got you completely whipped; to some extent, she does.
  
  
• This woman just can’t stop talking. If she isn’t caught up in one of her little fantasies, she’s always going on about something, and it’s no different when you’re intimate with her. You have to swallow her words with a kiss just to get her to shut up, or else you’ll be stuck hearing her flip back and forth between talking about how hot you are and talking about how useless you are, like she can’t decide how she feels about you. While it often leaves you rolling your eyes, the warm feeling on your face is much more telling.
  
  
• As much as Tina loves participating in the competition, sometimes she’d much rather lay back and watch you and a third take each other instead. Rough hands, bruised lips, the both of you naked and just completely covered in sweat; it’s like watching two sexy animals maim and devour each other. You often hear her encouraging - or goading - you from the sidelines, a hand over her underwear, but she always jumps in before you two can go all the way. She couldn’t let you guys have all the fun, after all.
  
  
• Being pressed up on by two naked cuties is like her own personal heaven, drowning in musk and desire with lips and hands all over her body. So much intimate attention on her is almost overwhelming, which is what makes it so exciting for her. She especially loves it when the both of you completely devote yourselves to her pleasure and enjoyment, worshipping her body as she knows it deserves to be, the passion, heat and grinding drowning her senses until she can’t take it anymore and demands release.
  
  
• Inspired by all those TV shows she watches; Tina always loves dressing up in something sexy - but classy - for you, something that shows off all of her angles. She likes to make a show of it, flaunting her body for you during the day to work you up enough to try and make a move on her. Of course she slaps you if you dare to touch her, but she quickly follows it up with a ravenous kiss as she jumps onto you. She hates to take something so beautiful off her body, so she likes to drag the foreplay out to fully enjoy it.

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          After finally acquiescing to leaving the inanimals in Koa’s care for the afternoon, Mateo found himself upstairs and curled up in your arms, all cuddled up in the bed. His head was nestled in the crook of your neck, and he inhaled the scent of sweet vanilla body wash in comfortable silence, arms and legs entangled with yours. 

          Your hands ran through his hair and gently scratched his scalp, and you kissed at him, humming a soft, soothing song to try and set his mind at ease; the tension in his body you had come to expect was visibly alleviating in your arms. You felt his lashes faintly tickle your skin when he blinked, laughing a little at each brush; you had tried to ignore it, but the faint itchy sensation was a little much. Your palm moved down to his jaw, looking down at him as you lifted for your eyes to meet. Mateo looked at you with a soft smile, but before either of you spoke you could feel his grip on your shirt, and a couple soft but pointed tugs. His gaze bounced between your eyes and your lips as his smile, and with a soft exhale, turned into a little needy pout. 

          You happily leaned in, the two of you sharing a slow kiss as his arms snaked back around you. He shifted, his chest flush against yours without any pressure, and your hand gently guided Mateo further inward, your open-mouth kisses leaving him feeling like he was in a daydream. Despite its softness, his touch seemed hungry, almost starving for reciprocation; he didn’t appear desperate to escalate, or to further the experience as the minutes wore on, but he was adamant about not letting you go, evidently. He remained in place slotted against you, barely giving you more than a moment to pull away and catch your breath before stealing it from you again, slowly suffocating you in his affection. It left you a little light-headed, but you couldn’t deny how pleasant and sweet it all was – you didn’t think you'd ever seen him this comfy.

          As much as Mateo loved the inanimals – which he absolutely did, to the moon and back – it was no secret how worn out he would become after spending all day tending to them. Once the day was done, there wasn’t much energy left for himself, often running himself ragged day to day just to keep up. With you around, though, he’d been managing to find the time to at least take a moment for himself and rest; it was hard to pull him out of work-mode, but he’d slowly been weaning off with your help at the rescue and your patience, beginning to, more and more, allow himself these moments of calm.

          But soon, you found yourselves wrapped tight around each other, the kisses taking a heavy turn with tongues in cheeks and hands in fun places, Mateo ending up with hickeys spread across his neck. He had tried to give you the same, but he couldn’t bring himself to be too rough with you – only some minimal bruising on your end – meanwhile he was littered in red markings that he would certainly have to hide later; he didn’t mind all that much though. He loved your little love bites, really, he thought they were actually quite sweet, at least when it was just you two. Before long, you were fixing Mateo a spot on your bed, fluffing the pillows and flattening out the bedding, guiding him where you wanted him to be.

          You softly lowered Mateo down into your sheets, resting his head onto the pillow beneath him, and when he gave a feeble protest, you pressed a finger to his lips and assured him that he’d be okay with a quiet shush. He was tentative, propping himself up by his elbows and fidgeting with his fingers, but as your hand gently guided him onto his back again his hands settled, opting to grab fistfuls of the sheets instead. He shifted underneath you, trying to get more comfortable as you began kissing at his chest, and your hands came down to his tasseled belt to untie it, and you slowly slid it out from under his hips and tossed it to the side. You could feel the faint tremble in his throat as his fingers dug into the sheets below him, and you tried to soothe him into relaxing again with your kisses. His evening breath soon caught in his throat as your lips planted firm against the column of his throat, right at the base where it met his collarbone, your warm tongue wet against his skin, and your fingers dipped into the hem of his pants to give his plush hips a little squeeze.

          A cute, airy whimper reached your ears, his stomach tightening for just a moment at your touch, and you could feel the bobbing of his throat as he swallowed nervously. You slowly shimmied his bottoms down, more and more of his skin becoming exposed to you, as well as a pair of loose golden boxers underneath the padding. Mateo lifted his hips, trying to make it easier to remove his clothing, and you gave his neck a chaste kiss while pulling away, sliding off his pants fully and dropping them over the side of the bed. His thighs were smooth and full, with soft white hair adorning his calves, and you looked upward to see Mateo’s head turned away from you. You guys had been intimate like this before, but Mateo’s nerves about you seeing all of him hadn’t faded, always having to be coaxed into meeting your eyes again.

          Your hands drifted to his thighs and grabbed a firm handful of both, giving them a playful shake back and forth. You watched the flesh bounce back and forth against your palms, and your little snicker and smile was greeted by Mateo’s bashful pout. “Hey..!” He whined, his lip quivering a little with an embarrassed look in his eyes. He made no attempts to stop you, but you could feel his timidity through how he tensed up at every squeeze you gave, his gaze struggling to stick onto you.

          “Oh, Mateo..” You leaned in and kissed his softness, getting a little gasp out of him that made you laugh. “I can’t help it. You’re so cute!” The red in his cheeks only deepened from your response, and he forced himself to finally look at you while trying to clamp his knees together, futilely attempting to contain his growing excitement. You grinned at how receptive he was to you as you placed both hands on his knees, prying them apart again before crawling between. He watched you silently, with bated breath, as your loving hands reached for his checkered jacket, peeling away the fabric until his arms came free and leaving him in his quilted top, which was quickly tossed aside with it as you pulled it over his head; the gentle shake of his now bare body clued you in on his anticipation. 

          You could see all of him properly now; the rise and fall of his breath only accentuated his curves, and you watched as he stopped himself from covering his modesty with his hands, forcing himself to be open to you the way he knew you wanted – the way he wanted, too, that his nerves always triumphed over. He wasn’t necessarily self-conscious about his body – he quite liked his body, really, not much to complain about – he just wasn’t used to the attention and the feeling of being so vulnerable. Mateo never had time for romantic endeavours before, let alone sexual trysts. He desperately wanted that kind of intimacy from you, but it was still so new to him and his senses.

          You reached up and rested both of your hands on his chest, leaning into him before he could miss the warmth of his clothes. Your knee pressed into his pelvis, eliciting a shallow gulp from Mateo that you soon captured him in a sweet kiss. His own hands stretched and wrapped around your shoulders, his fingers digging in when you squeezed and smiled against his lips. The man gave no protest, parting his lips to leave a gap, giving you permission to take the initiative and fill the space with your tongue. You could feel him pulse beneath you, his heart beating just a little harder in his chest now. Mateo slowly opened up with your touch, his legs spreading further apart and his jaw going slack, every squeeze and pinch from you being rewarded with a pleased sound of approval. The kiss was slow, sensual, suffocating; it felt like the air was being stolen right out of your lungs, the sweetness of it made you light-headed. But Mateo didn’t bite, challenge or even try to tease you; his tongue didn’t fight you, it welcomed you in. 

          As much as you wanted to let yourself drop into Mateo’s embrace, however, you were brought back down to Earth when he gently pushed you back. His eyes were hazy and half-lidded as he panted, trying to find breath again as his voice shook. “Dios Mío..!” He tried to steady his breathing with a little airy laugh. The gradual hardening in his boxers made it incredibly difficult for him to not grind against your leg in pursuit of release, but he held onto his resolve. He grinned at you, mouth open, reaching for your top with a laugh and pulling on it. “It’s not fair, I’m here basically naked!” He went quiet again, mumbling as his smile softened. “I like seeing you too..” 

          You hummed as you looked down at yourself, still, indeed, fully clothed. It was just a t-shirt and some shorts, but it was a lot more than he had on at that moment. You mulled a bit, before deciding to comply. 

          “Okay, but just the shirt. All this is supposed to be for you, y’know.” Your fingers grasped the hem of your top and pulled it over your head, your own chest exposed now as you tossed it onto the floor. His eyes fixated on you, mumbling to himself again as he propped onto his elbows. He kept his hands to himself for now, fully content in just seeing you, but he couldn’t help offering his own touch as well. 

          “But I wanna make you feel good too..! I’d feel super guilty if I didn’t..” He watched as you pulled out from in-between his legs, and your fingers found the elastic band of his underwear, pulling it out from under his hips and then over. He was still half-flaccid, but eager all the same. “I mean, you want me to, don’t you..?”

          He looked at you, a little confused when he found you moving to his side rather than returning to your spot between his legs. Your hands wrapped around him and guided him closer to you, his back now flat against your thigh, neck nestled against the curve of your waist. An uncertain arm reached up around your hip, his hazel eyes gazing upward to observe as you laid him back against your body.

          “We can always do that another time, baby. You’ve been stressed out lately, and I just wanna give you some extra love right now.” You reached down and pet his head, raking your fingers through his hair as you leaned in. “Is that okay?” You stroked his cheek with the back of your hand before giving a little pinch, getting a giggle out of him. He hesitated, but eventually gave in with a sigh.

          “Okay.. Yeah, I guess so.” He went quiet, mumbling sheepishly to himself again as his legs spread apart, “I do love it when you touch me..” His hand reached for your own and wordlessly guided it back up and into his tousled locks, gently holding the side of his head as he laid bare. The sensation of your fingers across his scalp put him at ease, which was made audible in a soft, contented sigh. Through his compliance, however, you felt how his fingers dug into you as he intently watched your touch ghost over his belly; his body tensed wherever your fingertips made contact. You could tell he was trying not to press his legs shut when you inched dangerously close to his sex, his arousal evident in the laboured rise and fall of his chest, accompanied by the twitching of him against your palm. Mateo tried to keep his noises to a minimum; he still wasn’t used to being pampered like this, his focus fully on the pleasure you were bringing him.

          The feeling was a lot for his senses, and he was only kept steady by your tender caress; all he could bring himself to do while your hand wrapped around him was watch, as your thumb and index formed a ring around the head of his penis and teased him ever so softly, with gentle squeezes that incited a shaky exhale from him. You toyed with the tip, precum threatening to drip down as it began beading at the top, keeping him just on the edge. You played with the idea of letting it run down the underside of him, but teasing him further sounded like more fun to you; his faint shivers and quiet whines only egged you on. Your eyes flicked back and forth between your work and his reactions, and you noticed his lip begin to tighten and curl inward; it hadn’t been very long by any means, probably less than a minute, but he was clearly already heating up as the seconds passed.

          Mateo gave a longing whine from under you, wriggling in your cradle and threatening to spill over, and your attempt to hold him down and steady was made void as he made a mess of your fingers with a tilt of his hips. He choked out a deep groan as you squeezed him hard in retaliation, his back arching against your thighs.

          “Hey..!” his panting turned into breathless laughter as he held tight onto you, slowly settling back down in your lap. 

          You laughed with him, using his precum to lubricate your grip on him, tracing your fingers across him in tiny strokes. “You weren’t supposed to move!”

          “I’m sorry! I just, um…” His voice lowered, and he avoided your gaze as he mumbled, “I like it better when.. when it’s wet.” His shyness had overtaken him again; he sank back into you and the sheets below, swallowing hard. You knew you couldn’t be upset at him over that, and you could never stay mad at such a cute face. 

          Your nails scratched at his scalp, and he leaned into the sensation with shut eyes, slowly mellowing out and allowing himself to receive the pleasure you were providing. He murmured, his lips parted and his jaw slack, brows furrowed as he tried to keep still this time, legs just a bit wider now for you. He twitched against you; he was leaking enough that you couldn’t keep it contained if you tried now, spilling over your fingers and down his shaft. You decided not to torture him much further – your palm enveloped the full length of his sex, but before you could do much of anything, he stopped you.

          “Wait, wait, wait..!” His grip on you tightened, a plea in his eyes as he brought his knees up and spread them apart again. “Not yet, go back.” A guttural huff followed, and his heavy-lidded gaze bored a hole through you. He pushed his hips down and away from your hand into the mattress, your palm almost back at the very top. “Please don’t stop yet. Just a little more, okay?” He panted, lazily nuzzling the back of his head against you with little concern for his hair, which was beginning to stick up in places. His voice was low, almost sultry. “Feels good..”

          Complying with his wishes, you went back to teasing the head as you continued petting him, brushing some loose strands out of his face that were stuck to the sweat of his forehead. Mateo closed his eyes, and despite the furrow of his brow, the little shivers and soft gasps you’d get out of each stroke, he actually looked rather peaceful like this, now that he wasn’t so tense. It was sweet. It made you wish he’d look this way all the time, that you could make him feel this way all the time; his parted lips and flushed cheeks were something you could certainly get used to the sight of, soundtracked by the noise of him breathing heavy against your skin.

          In time, you felt his body open up to you, going limp in your lap with his legs easing themselves against the mattress, stretched out against you and the bed. The only signs of tension or duress in him now were the occasional twitch, or an inhale sucked in through his teeth. Letting out a blissful huff, he turned his head away from you, gently bucking his hips up into your hand with a growing need that he prevented himself from granting fully just yet. His hands pawed at what they could, pushing and pulling anything in his reach that could give him some purchase on your body. His panting turned into soft moaning, little whimpers escaping his throat while his jaw went slack; his hesitance melting away into want for your continued touch, although the vague embarrassment that remained and his eagerness to touch you back made it apparent he still wasn’t used to all the attention being on him.

          Giggling a little, you swiped away the faint sheen on his brow with a smile. “Hey, eyes on me.” You lifted Mateo’s head back to face you, a palm placed across his cheek, as he bit down on his bottom lip, trying to handle the pressure of meeting your gaze, “You’re so pretty like this, baby. You want me to see how pretty you are, don’t you?” His eyes falter for just a moment, flicking back up to you. 

          “Pretty..?” He huffed out a short, shaky breath, and as if you had commanded him by word alone, you felt a little spurt of precum dribble down the back of your hand. “Now.. Now, I know you’re just saying that to make me blush..” Mateo tried to hide his growing smile, but your gentle prying forced him to look back again, your other hand lowering down to wrap his glistening sex completely, eliciting a quiet whine. “Ahh..!” he weakened, his hands immediately reaching up and around to hold onto you, his thigh coming to rest over your knee to accommodate, still meeting your gaze.

          “No, I mean it,” You were being nothing but attentive, sinking all the way down to the base and back up again, “You’re so cute when you’re relaxed like this.” You laughed, leaning your head down and speaking just above a whisper to tease him, “You’re so wet, you’re practically leaking.” His face turned beet red, a little cry slipping out of his throat, soon looking down at the mess he was making. It was true, at this point he had made a total mess out of your bedsheet, and he watched as your hand pumped it all right out of him, the seemingly endless stream making him feel even more embarrassed. Mateo’s groan evolved into a low, needy whimper, his pulse speeding up just from the sight of himself. You reached around his shoulder then down to his chest, palming across the breadth of it as you pumped just a little faster, “You’re making such a sweet face, Mateo..” Your grip tightened, squeezing the entire length of him in your palm, “I want you to look at me when you’re coming, okay? Think you can do that for me?” 

          He let out a breathless sob in response, unable to give a straight response other than semi-legible mumbling. “Oh, I.. I don’t..” He looked down at your hand as your fingers gently played with his nipple, the feeling exciting him further. “I just..” Mateo’s voice became incoherent, huffing with the extra stimulation that threatened to take his attention off you, “Oh, god.. I just..” He had bit down on his lip, though it did very little to muffle him, the sensation of both his most sensitive areas being teased and toyed with rendering him almost speechless. He didn’t know if he could handle facing you through his orgasm. While the thought of your attention locked onto his sweet face while he came sounded like the most sensual, most romantic thing ever, he didn’t know if he could take it. He’s come in front of you, obviously, but you had never asked that level of intimacy from him. It threw him, even when sitting in your lap like he was; he wanted to, he wanted you to see him, he wanted to do anything you asked of him when you had him in your palm like this, he just wasn’t sure he could handle it. “I don’t know..”

          “Mateo.” He snapped back to attention, and for a moment a distinct deer-in-the-headlights look flashed across his eyes, unsure of himself. Leaving his chest, your hand traced back up to his face and gently held his cheek in your palm, brushing it slowly with your thumb. “You want me to see how beautiful you are, don’t you?” You spoke softly and slowly just above his ear, to try and soothe him, “You’re the cutest, most handsome man I’ve ever laid eyes on.. You’ll show me, won’t you?” Mateo’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. Though he hesitated, the nod he gave you was the most self-assured you had seen him since he had laid himself down in your lap.

          He stopped trying to suppress the sounds he let out – he wasn’t doing a good job of keeping them down to begin with – bucking his hips up into your touch and letting his mouth hang ajar. As you caressed his cheek, though, you could see his brow furrow and lips purse, and as he blinked back the wetness in his eyes, his movements faltered. He swallowed again, as if he were trying to choke something back before it came rocketing up through his throat. “You’re too good to me..” His voice wavered, like if he spoke for too long it would give out completely. It caught you off guard – you would have stopped entirely if it weren’t for him rocking his hips upward into your hand – and the faint tremble of his hands against you was becoming worrisome.

          He tried to wipe the incoming tears away with the back of his hand, “I’ve missed you..” the sound of his sniffling slowed your pace, but as your hand came to a halt, he chased after the friction you were denying him by grabbing hold of your wrist, manoeuvring it up and down trying to match your tempo. Allowing him to take control for this moment, you brushed a tear away from his face with your thumb, and his lips pursed firmly again, leaning into that smallest of touches with his entire head. It was a strange and uncharted intimacy that the two of you were sharing right now; you waited for Mateo to speak again. You had all the time in the world for him. 

          He took a moment. His breath shook as he laid still in your arms, and as he steadied himself he placed his own hand gently on top of yours, guiding you up and down the way he wanted it, and he angled his head upwards into your palm to meet your gaze again. “Mm, sorry.. I-I don’t mean to get..” He almost choked on the tears, taking a moment to collect himself before continuing, “I don’t mean to get all emotional, I just.. I know I haven’t been around a lot lately, and..” Mateo’s jaw tightened, and his lip trembled as his voice trailed off, but your silence allowed him the room to hold himself together, even if just by a thread. You brushed his hair out of his face again, running your fingers through it as he sank into your embrace, “I just got so busy, but I was always thinking about you, and now that.. You’re here, I..” the words cracked in his throat, “I..” Before the dam could burst open, you pulled yourself out from under him, laying him down onto the mattress with his head against the pillow to get him comfortable. You leaned over him from the side, lowering yourself down to where his head was. 

          “It’s okay,” you placed kisses at the corners of his eyes, the salt of his tears smearing against your lips. The sensation made him whimper, but he leaned eagerly into your touch, “you can cry if you need to, sweetheart.” You kissed his cheek as Mateo’s hands reached up for you again, resting on your shoulders and hurriedly pulling you in, wrapping around you fully. “I’m here, I’m here..” You felt him shake, and his quiet sobs left you feeling bittersweet; it was a relief he finally allowed himself a tender moment to let go, especially with you there, but at the same time hearing his soft whimpering just made you feel terrible. It always worried you when you never saw him cry, never complain, never let himself relax. As much as it pained you to watch, you at least knew that he’d finally have this.

          And Mateo couldn’t hold it in anymore, his heart felt like it was in his throat and your loving presence proved too much for his resolve. It wasn’t loud, it wasn't a burst of tears or pained bawling or anything like that, but his limbs went slack in your arms as the tears flooded his eyes. His soft wail broke your heart, his tears streaming down his reddening cheeks as he allowed them to spill over, but the emotional release, strangely enough, only seemed to spur on his arousal, as evident in how, despite his trembling, he began twitching desperately in your grip, his bucking growing more erratic and uncontrollable. Your hand snaked under his head, massaging his shoulder in an attempt to soothe his shaking, and plastering his face with soft kisses as he mumbled and babbled to you. You couldn’t really understand anything he was saying; All you could really hear was his pleading. 

          “Please, please..” He didn’t really know what he was requesting of you through his pleading, what he could possibly have wanted in this moment that you weren’t already giving him anyway. He just needed more of you, he needed to keep feeling this love and this gentleness from you; he needed you to take his stresses and anxieties and crush them in those hands of yours. You were making him feel so good, even through his most vulnerable moments, even with tears blinding him, you always made him feel so wanted. “Please..” It was a lot to take in. Being tended to like this was unusual for Mateo, but the more he had let you, the more he had begun to crave it, the more he wanted it. He’d grown desperate for your touch on him in your time apart.

          His arms pulled you down to him, and Mateo’s head tilted back against the pillow as his lips grazed yours in an open-mouthed kiss, his request happily being granted. You swallowed his sobs, though you tried to hold back from giggling with how the vibrations of his weeping tickled your lips and throat. When you felt his tongue gently prod at yours, you happily obliged, and he haphazardly – albeit with a great passion – slipped inside and mingled with your own tongue, and you could feel his wet lashes misty against yours as his tears smudged against your cheeks. His sobs blended with his moans, his chest heaving as he tried to breathe through the crying and the kisses. The suffocating feeling was almost a little too much, and you tried to let him breathe when you could make room. 

          With what small space you had yielded to him, through his crying, Mateo pulled back to breathe, only for a few seconds at a time, before pulling you in for another kiss. “I’m getting close.. Please, a little faster..” He huffed, looking down at the mess on his lap for only a moment before leaning back into you, his tone low and sheepish, “Make me come.. Please, make me come..” His heart pounded as he spoke; it was embarrassing to ask something like that at all, but with you, it felt a little easier. It felt a little safer. 

          Through open-mouthed kisses and sobs, he quietly pleaded for your love, and you lovingly obliged him – you’d be cruel to deny him it now. You pumped him eagerly, and his moans caught in your throat as his tongue yearned for yours. “I love you.. I love you..!” Mateo’s words made your heart ache for him, and you rewarded each confession with a little twist of your hand, a pattern he hadn’t yet caught onto, although his body took it very well. 

          “I love you.” You spoke back to him, and your soft smiles in between your kisses made him smile weakly in return; it was hard to smile through the crying, but he couldn’t help but mirror you, your own admission of love doing double for him. He thought he would come prematurely right then and there, but he held on, finally letting his hips sit at peace so as to not overwhelm him. “Love you, love you..” He could feel his core tighten while a whimper escaped him as he pulled away from the kiss, looking down with labored breath.

          “I’m.. I’m gonna come..! Don’t stop..!” His breathless voice grew hoarse, guttural moans unabashedly escaping him as he tried to stop curling his body inward from the sensation, but your hand went from his shoulder to his jaw, lifting his head to look up at you.

          You smiled down at him while holding him up, tilting your head playfully as you continued to abuse his sex, squeezing a little at the head with each stroke. “Don’t look away, look at me, sweetheart. Look at me, okay?” Mateo’s eyes were heavy as they stared into yours, nodding keenly at your command. He murmured an apology, but you just shushed him. “It’s okay, just keep your eyes on me.” You hummed and your own breath grew ragged at the image of Mateo laid out before you. “So pretty,” you wiped his remaining tears away, along with some sweat, getting a real eyeful of him from head to toe, “so, so pretty..” He was a mess, his hair wild and disheveled, sweat and tears smeared across his skin, crimson flushed cheeks, his mouth agape and panting, his tongue just barely poking out. Nothing could beat this view of him; you wished he could see it for himself.

          Your hand was starting to cramp – it always took a while to get Mateo to come, but it was always worth it in the end. He always made the most beautiful sounds, and you wouldn’t give that up for anything, no matter how worn out you got. As you willed yourself to keep going at your current pace, he leaned closer, and through his fluster, he muttered at you. You laughed, and leaned in just a little bit. “Can’t hear you, baby. You’ve gotta speak up.”

          “I..” He hiccuped, one of his hands pulling away from your shoulder just to palm at your chest, the other hand resting at the back of your neck, “I want you to see me come.. I.. I want you to..” You felt a little buzz down below at his request, your own face blossoming with red. Though it was a little hard to fluster you, this time Mateo seemed to have finally caught you, and his giggle betrayed his own pride in knowing that. “Watch, please..”

          You squeezed him, getting a little yelp in response, before jerking him even faster with heavy breath. His moans climbed ever higher, and his back arched hard before he shakily eased himself back down. “Yeah? You want me to see you?” You teased him, but he just quickly nodded at you over and over, now rocking into your hand again. 

          “Yes..! Yes, please, please look at me..!” Mateo wasn’t one to ask anyone for anything, and something about him being so desperate as to beg really did something to you, especially how he faintly whispered it to you the way he did, and it paired with his sloppy thrusting, it made you wish you had a free hand right about now. He hiccuped again, and his hand maintained an iron grip around the back of your neck, as if he were afraid of falling, sniffling before letting out a moan. He was really shaking now, “Oh, I’m.. I’m gonna come..!” he began mumbling, “I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come..!” 

          He pawed frantically at you, something like euphoria on his face, his legs starting to gently kick before you pushed his hips back down onto the mattress. “Tease me..! Just tease the..” Too embarrassed to admit what he wanted in detail, Mateo drew his hips into the cushion so your hand was just around the head, now flicking your wrist while stroking the top. 

          Your silent stare was driving him way over the edge alone, no words were needed to get him off as long as you were looking at him, seeing him. Before you could realize you should have probably put a towel down, he came; his wet eyes squeezed shut as his pink tongue hung out, his whole body tightening up before spasming in his orgasm. His mind reeled while his cum shot out of him, a thick load coming in heavy ropes that splattered across his stomach and onto his thighs and made a downright mess of your hand, his shuddering gasps sweet on your ears. He didn’t realize just how pent up he was – he never did – and he had to force his shaking thighs open as he rode the high, his orgasm seemingly endless in your grip. You bit on your bottom lip to keep yourself from groaning, the satisfaction of knowing you did this to him enough to turn you on. You admired his loosening body in the throes of post-orgasm, seeing the mess his ejaculate had made of him. It was something beautiful.

          His teary face was burning hot, and by the end he was gasping just to get air back in his lungs. Though you could have stopped there, the way he expected you to, you didn’t. Even at the supposed end of the ride, you sat upright and began pumping the entirety of his length that threatened to grow flaccid again in your hand, and the realization of this hit him slowly, as his now sensitive nerves worked to catch up with his brain. 

          “W-Wait.. Are you..?” Mateo whined, propping himself up onto his elbows after wiping his shiny forehead with the back of his hand, looking up at you in surprise. He didn’t make a move to stop you, however. “But I-I already..!” Mateo sputtered, gasps getting caught in his throat while you continued your work, gripping the sheets so tight that his knuckles went white, and the sounds he made were more akin to squealing than anything else. Tears pricked at his eyes again. Although this time it was from the pure sensation rather than any emotional duress, and as his gaze shifted between your face and your hands he bit hard on his bottom lip, once again failing to hide his pleasure. It hurt a little bit, but the excitement of it overshadowed it in his mind by far. 

          You planted a kiss against his temple, keeping yourself there as you spoke quietly against his skin. Your lips curled into a smile against him “I think you’ve still got a little in there, I just wanna make sure you get all of it. Can’t have you getting all pent up again, can I?” Mateo’s expression shifted from your words, it was the same look as when you’d kiss him for hours on end, that familiar dazed smile coming through. His head turned into yours and initiated the kiss himself, pressing into you. He stopped actively crying, but you could still feel the burn in his face and the wetness left behind on his cheeks, reaching to clean him up on one side before caressing him. His kisses became needy, leaning his weight towards you almost enough to accidentally tip you both over, but you helped to keep him balanced in place, still working on him through the growing cramp in your hand. 

          It was you that finally pulled away, taking a moment just to run your free hand through Mateo’s hair and admire the thorough mess you had made of him. You shifted, pushing yourself downward and away from Mateo’s face to position yourself by his lap, and as you gripped him at the base, you slowly lowered your head, taking the by-now oversensitized tip in your mouth. You snuck your free hand underneath his thigh and pulled it towards you before reaching further in and grabbing a handful of his backside, and the airy laugh you got from him encouraged you to give a little squeeze. Mateo couldn’t tear his eyes away from you taking him in your mouth; all of his mess smearing across your face from the nose down was an intensely erotic sight, especially with how you had manoeuvred the two of you so that he was sat on top of your hand, so that you could touch him all over in the way that he loved. Even though he knew he was overly sensitive, he pushed himself to try and grind down a little against your palm, pushing and pulling away from your mouth as an added bonus, and he was rewarded with another rough squeeze, in your endeavour to make him come a second time.

          Being that you were sucking and licking at him, naturally you were cleaning him up a little, and the salty flavor of him coated your tongue, which you happily and hungrily swallowed up. It had barely been a couple minutes since he last came, but with the way you were toying with all of him, attacking from all sides, he couldn’t last long. Letting himself fall back with his head on the pillow, Mateo let you take control fully, the warmth of you around his sensitive head pushing him over when he had already thought he gave you everything he had, and a throaty, deep groan followed his second orgasm. He didn’t mean to come so quickly without warning you – not that you didn’t know purely off of his body language, he just wanted to do you the courtesy –, the sensation of you quickly swallowing his load down only making him come harder. It was way less than the first, and not as thick, though this time around the aftershock made him shake, barely able to prop himself or even keep his eyes open after coming a second time so quickly. He weakly lifted his head back up, the sight of you licking him down to the base to clean making him shiver. 

          Pulling yourself back up, you looked down at Mateo’s body, your eyes immediately darting to his belly. Cum was splattered across plush flesh, and in your excitement, you couldn’t help but lean down and draw across. 

          Pressing your tongue flat, you licked up the messy trails left on him, getting an embarrassed whine out of him in response. Through the plain of soft hair on his stomach, you dragged your mouth to get as much as you could in your haste, only making your face even messier in the process, and leaving some of it behind just to be cleaned by you again. You made quick work of your hand, wiping away the excess with ease before turning to Mateo, with a look that gave him chills. In the heat of the afterglow you leapt over to him, bringing your clean hand to his face and leaning in for a sloppy kiss. He eagerly opened his mouth for you, instinctively falling into it with his hands reaching for your sides, the taste of himself making him throb despite his softening and his ache. It made Mateo feel filthy, but something about you kissing a little of his own cum into his mouth was just so fun and enticing. Once you pulled back though, being face-to-face with you after doing it made him feel rather bashful.

          He sat upright, covering his burning face in aroused embarrassment. He mumbled against his hands, unable to look you in the eye now that there wasn’t the haze of sex with which to blur your face. “You really didn’t have to do that..” He sounded almost apologetic, as if he had demanded that you lick him down, but your laugh gave him just enough courage to peek through his fingers. 

          “Oh, I know. I just wanted to, really.” You brushed his hands away, holding one by the wrist as you kissed his cheek before pulling away to sit back. “I mean, you liked it, didn’t you? I won’t do it again if you didn't like it.” 

          He hesitated before answering, his gaze falling to the sheets below him, beet red in the face. “I did.. I liked it a lot..” He murmured, almost under his breath; your snickering forced a little smile onto his face, but in smiling he felt even shyer, forcing his head down to avoid your gaze. He knew that it wouldn’t fly with you, not even fighting when you lifted his chin up to make him look you in the eye again. “I..I’m sorry,” his tears were dry now –  though his eyes were still reddish and puffy – as he tried rubbing them away, “again, I didn’t mean to get all, uhm.. Weird on you, I guess. I just missed you, and with you being so attentive and patient.. I cracked. I’m sorry if I made it too weird for you..” 

          With the emotional high over, Mateo was back to being coherent, and the sudden switch-up would have made you crack up if it weren’t for how sincere he was being. You held back – this was not the time –, and his bashful gaze centered on you as you pressed your forehead against his. “No, no, you’re fine, Mateo.. I’m glad you felt comfortable to be vulnerable with me like that, it’ll never be a burden to me.” Your words were almost enough to make him tear up again, but with a deep breath he let it go. “I love you, you’ve gotta remember that.”

          “I know..” He looked down with a soft smile, tender and sweet, just like all the other ones you had given each other. But with how you were both pretty dirty now, along with your poor sheets, you only let the silence linger for a few moments before pulling away and crawling to the end of the bed, standing up to stretch. Mateo sighed, looking down at his naked body for a few moments, before laughing to himself. He’d definitely need a shower. He didn’t really want to leave you alone to handle the dirty sheets, but before he could even offer anything, you were already pulling at the corners.

          “C’mon, babe. I’m gonna throw this in the wash, and I’ll run us a bath.” You gave him a look of reassurance. “You just relax.”