18 September 2001
Ultimate X-Men
Bobby/Hank

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Handbasket 4: Something
by Janete

Bobby loves the way Hank holds him. The way it's not always -- or even often -- really human. Primitive carry, like the way people lugged him around when he was little, or the way you see animals doing in nature shows, just slung up and expected to hang on. He has to trust Hank for it to work, but he's more or less worked out for himself that Hank isn't ever going to drop him.

Not enjoying it quite so much just at the moment. Like, it's good, and it did give him that extra belly-thrill when Hank hauled him over his shoulder, but he doesn't really want to play. And he's getting that Hank's a bit disappointed that it isn't making him laugh.

Wishes he had it in him to giggle once or twice, just to make Hank happy.

Upstairs, and at least it's to Hank's room instead of his. Rub of Hank's hand against his back, under his shirt, while they're on the landing. Enough to make him wiggle closer but not enough to make him want to talk. A bit dizzy from all the blood in his head.

Moment of warning before Hank swings him down. On his back on the bed, bouncing once before he gets his knees in under him. Waits til gravity's done its work, then curls up. Steals a pillow and holds it against his stomach, wiggles around until he can see out the window.

Body-warmth against his back when Hank comes and sits behind him. This big hand in his hair.

And after a minute, Bobby reaches up and grabs it. Pulls the hand in against him and holds it between his stomach and the pillow, warm and flexing a bit where it touches him.

Thumb brushing into his belly button. It's just barely under his shirt, just that little strip of skin between his jeans and his shirt's exposed. Below the belly-bruise he managed to get on the edge of the bed. Thinks sometimes he's nothing but a mass of bruises. His mom told him once he's supposed to be careful. Watch where he's going. Not supposed to throw himself at hard surfaces.

Massage that works up until it's touching the bruise. Like Hank could make the bruise disappear by touching it.

Warm enough that maybe Bobby believes that too.

"Gonna tell me what happened, Bobby?"

And it just makes him freeze up completely, almost literally as he feels his body temperature dropping. A shiver from behind him. Oops. "Sorry, Hank."

"It's okay." He sounds really, really worried.

Doesn't know the half of it. No, Bobby would very much like to not talk about the things Scott said, hinted, whatever, because Hank already wants to bolt and he can't really blame him, if that's what people are thinking about him.

Doesn't want to lie, either.

"Bobby?"

"Scott thinks you're. You know. Abusing me." Quiet as he can and of course Hank hears him anyway. Stiffens up, starts to move his hand away but Bobby holds on tight.

Not going to let him go. No. His Hank, and fuck Scott anyway.

"It's not... I told him all about it, Hank, you don't have to worry, he understands now --"

"Bobby..." Deep sigh, and he stops trying to pull away. Bobby keeps both hands on Hank's anyway. "I don't think you understand... he doesn't want me to hurt you in any way. I don't want to hurt you --"

"You don't! Jesus Christ, Hank, why doesn't anyone listen to me?"

"Because you're young, Bobby, really, really young, and we just want. Ah, Christ. Sometimes I feel like I'm abusing you."

"I know you do. You. You're hoping I get over you and you can run off to Ororo or somebody."

"Bobby, no --"

"Shut. Up." Pulls off and it hurts to let go, but he really has to. Has to just get away from Bobby this and we-have-to-protect-you that. He's not a fucking kid. "Fuck you, Hank! I know you do. I know it. It's always me. Always me and you never want and you just... you just give in. Like you want me and you're hating yourself for it.

"Hating me."

"I don't --"

"Shut up! You want me, Hank. I know you do. I see the way you look at me. But you still just want to fucking... run away. And. I'll let you go. It's okay. But not because you think I'm too young for you."

Not sure what he's gonna do. Wants so bad to cry, and knows exactly how badly it'll fuck things up if he does.

Wants his old life back. Or. Well, no, not that either.

Hank just stares at him. Opens his mouth once or twice, starts something like a word and then stops without finishing it. Reaches out one big hand towards him, but it looks so much like an apology that Bobby can't go near it.

Dodges around it instead and walks out.

Down the halls and into his own room. He remembers how the Professor showed it to him, the long look and the way he said that the door locked from the inside. So far he hasn't even tried. Doesn't even come in here except to change clothes and find stuff. He hasn't ever slept in the bed. Just the once that he didn't end up in Hank's bed, and he spent that night on the couch in the den. Woke up with a blanket over him and just set out on his day from there.

Curls up on the bed now. His bed. Nice room, really. The kind you'd expect to be in a castle-type place like this. Doesn't look like he lives here or anything, but he could change that. Hitch into town and find someplace with posters and comics. He thinks he remembers that the Professor offered to get him stuff like that if he wanted it. Pretty nice offer, even if the Professor does look a bit like a James Bond villain.

That cat.

Gets back up. Kicks his shoes off and goes over and locks the door. Finds a towel and shoves it against the bottom of the door as tight as he can. Not soundproof, maybe, but better.

Goes back to bed, lays down, and as long as he's really, really quiet, maybe he can cry for a minute.

Does. Runs through a lot of good reasons he has to be allowed to. The mutant thing and the Sentinels and the asshole who hit him with that bottle. And everybody who doesn't listen to him, and the sheer not-his-ness of this room.

It's not something he can keep up forever, though. Sticky face and sore chest and eventually he goes and finds the bathroom. Pulls his shirt off and washes down from the top of his head to his waist. Shivering a little and rubbing his fingers through his wet hair when he comes back out.

Finds Hank sitting in the big soft chair by the window, knees pulled up in front of him and watching Bobby.

Bobby likes his dark eyes a lot, even when they're watchful, like now. Careful and carefully apologetic.

Wants him.

Wants to curl up on him and sleep, wants to make him give Bobby that really amazed look, like he never expected to feel that good, at least not with. A kid.

Walks over to the desk chair instead, across the room. Sits down. "What?"

"I wanted to... are you okay?"

"Yeah. No." Has to snicker at himself, has to look anywhere but Hank's sad smile. "Maybe."

And Hank nods, slowly, in that way he has of making it look like he's really, really thinking about your answer, and also maybe how to build a time machine or something like that. So fucking smart, and Bobby knows he's smart, too, but Hank... it's something else. But he almost never lets it show, or acts all big or. Bobby likes Hank.

Doesn't want to be mad at him. Pulls one foot up onto the chair and pays really close attention to his toes. Wiggles them. Waits for whatever Hank's going to say and works on how he's not really going to hear them because it's not okay.

Wants him.

"You know, you're a pretty incredible kid, Bobby."

Sighs. "But."

"No buts, I promise." Hank holding his hands up like he expects Bobby to hit him or something. Little smile. "You really. You want me, don't you?"

And Bobby wants to answer something sarcastic, but there's this kind of bizarre wonder in Hank's voice, like he's surprised or something, and he knows enough to get that. A little. Sort of. "Yeah I do. You're. Really cool." Lame, lame, lame.

Bobby blushes hard and looks at his toes some more.

"Bobby..."

And it's that low tone, the less careful one, the one. Not that one, but really close and Bobby can't help but look up again.

"I want to be your friend. And I want to make love to you. A lot. Often, even."

And Bobby's still blushing but oh. Oh. God. Not quite the right voice but the words. Just wants to be really pretty extremely naked. But. "I know you do, but are you going to?"

Hank starting to reach out but moving to hold his own hand instead and Bobby can't stop thinking want me want me. love me c'mon really you want to you feel so good

And maybe it works, 'cause: "Yeah. If you'll let me."

Okay, he's not just gonna go throw himself into Hank's lap. He's going to come out with something that shows off how he's not the only smart one in the room. Or maybe just, "Yeah. I want you to."

And then walks over and leans against Hank. Not sitting in his lap, mostly 'cause it seems to push Hank's buttons in ways he's trying to avoid, but leaning against him from the side and hugging hard, with his head against Hank's shoulder. Kisses that big neck as carefully as he can.

Finds himself sprawled across Hank's lap anyway, getting kissed pretty seriously.

Hand on his chest again. This time headed up high, straight for his chest, and Hank's fingers close on one of his nipples and. Oh jesus fuck yes. Twists it. Pinching it, holding on tight and apparently his nipples are wired into his cock, which is pretty much news because it's never worked quite that well before. Manages to whisper, "Hard," into Hank's mouth, and gets it. Blinding for a sec, feels so good except for how much it hurts, and it throbs even after Hank lets go.

Feels pretty fucking good when Hank breaks off their kiss and leans over and sucks on it. Hard and long enough to leave a hickey all around it.

And by then Hank's got a hand down the front of Bobby's jeans.

Back to kissing him, and he gets that this isn't going anywhere for a while. Or at least nowhere it can't go with both of them tangled up in an armchair and most of their clothes still on. But that's good too. Means that Hank's managed to want him before they've hit the point of gotta-come-now.

Gonna hold him down and kiss his brains out, apparently.

Gonna get his jeans unzipped and his shorts down and have fun making Bobby crazy. Fingers on his cock. Fingers on his balls. Fingers rubbing up between them on that skin that Bobby didn't even think about until the first time Hank touched it.

Pinky finger in the little hole at the end of his cock, pretty much fucking him and getting him to make some really embarrassing noises that he doesn't think he could swallow if he tried.

Hank's so hard under him.

He's so big.

Such a fucking turn-on to be surrounded by all that hard muscle. The way Hank can just do anything with Bobby's body so effortlessly and God he feels so good.

Can't stop moving. Maybe this is what it feels like to go crazy.

Mouth back on his chest, slow serious lick up to his throat. Hank tasting him and God he wants to taste good for him. Wants to be addictive as all Hank's heat and those huge hands that should be funny looking, but are instead just.

So good.

"Hank my nipples do my nipples again --" Can't hold it in, hoping like hell Hank likes it that way. Needs to make noise talk curse beg arch his chest up to make it a little easier and Hank's mouth on one nipple and his hand on the other. "Oh God yes!"

Twisting and pulling and sucking on him and God yes. Bruises. So good when Hank marks him. Proof of... of something he really doesn't give a flying fuck about right now.

Not with Hank touching him. Free hand rubbing that one good good spot behind his balls. Making Bobby hard. Making Bobby need him so bad.

Little ache inside him and he wants, he wants. Doesn't know if it's the right time because. It all feels right with Hank. The way he wants him.

"Will you fuck me, Hank? I want you inside me so bad... not like before, really in me oh God do that again again --"

Hank biting him. Hard teeth hot mouth making him sweat and Hank's so good... better than the others. Than his so-called 'godfather'... fucker wishes he could be --

Weird Hank silence, weird because he's supposed to be asking Bobby if he's sure, and saying no, and making Bobby forget why it's so important anyway but he's not.

He's. Just touching him.

Pulling him upright. Holding him up to dig his tongue into Bobby's navel and lick all over his chest and this one incredible moment with Hank holding him up in the air and sucking hard on the head of his cock.

Making it the only thing that matters in the world and Bobby lets his head fall back.

Lets Hank do whatever he wants.

So good that he wants.

"Anything, I promise, anything oh Hank..."

"So pretty Bobby..."

Which should freak him out. Shouldn't like being called pretty. But it just makes his stomach knot. Makes him feel weird. Sexy. Maybe even harder.

Long last suck on his cock before Hank lets him go. Lays him across Hank's lap again, but on his back, knees over that one big arm. Pulling his jeans the rest of the way off. Shorts, too. Socks off. And then naked, naked and laid out in Hank's lap with his ass oddly exposed, and Hank touches him there. Rubs a thumb behind his balls and then down to touch his hole. God, he's never wanted anything during sex before like he wants Hank to fuck him.

Hank lets Bobby's legs down, then, and picks him up. Laid across his arms like something from a fucking romance novel, and it's not dignified or anything but right now he just wants.

Lays him out on the -- his -- bed. He's expecting the mattress sag that comes from Hank being beside him, and snaps his head around when it doesn't come.

Hank's standing over him, watching him with this look. Hot and hungry, like he's dinner and it's been a long, hungry week without any. Hands that reach out and pull his legs apart a bit.

Rumbled, "I'm coming back, okay Bobby? I just have to get something."

"Hank..."

"Shhh. Right back, I promise. Do something for me?"

"yeah."

"Play with your nipples while I'm gone."

Which is just. Wow. Like the screamed-out news that Bobby is this sexy fucking thing that he didn't know about before. All up and down his arms and legs and into his gut. Making him shake.

Hank keeps watching him 'til he does it. Reaches across and pinches and gasps. Didn't think he was quite so raw. But it still feels good enough to make his cock twitch. And Hank reaches out, closes his fingers on top of Bobby's, and twists.

Gets him howling, and he wonders if that was the idea. Hank lets go, pads away towards the bathroom, every so often turns his head back towards the noises Bobby makes. And oh yeah, that's power. Likes this a lot, even without the fact that touching himself like this is gonna make him crazy pretty soon.

Fingers on both nipples working them and letting Hank know he's doing it, just about yowling and he's so hard, and if he pulls his head up just a bit he can see Hank come back, naked and oh god is he ever hard, bottle in his hands that he flashes in front of Bobby and then tosses onto the bed beside him.

"Do I even want to know who does the shopping around here?"

"Wha...?"

Weirdly hungry gentle look. Up and down Bobby's body. "Not important, Bobby."

Hank runs one big finger down the underside of his cock and Bobby can feel pre-come drooling out onto his belly and he's still touching himself and he needs to be fucked right now.

Bobby spreads his legs as wide as he can, arches his hips off the bed. "Please, Hank, I need you --"

"Oh, Bobby... you're so small." Hard, tight little voice, like Hank's losing it a little, and that's so scary and so hot and Bobby has to wrack his brain, focus, move his hands from his aching nipples and just hold on to the bed.

Think

"I... I've been. Touching myself there. Since you did. Wanted to see. Hank, please."

And Hank's on the bed, mattress dipping and settling and hot hands on Bobby's thighs, teasing and tickling and Bobby moans and offers himself as best as he can. Anything, anything, and then Hank's lifting his balls out of his way and oh God doing that again and fuck and yes.

Hank's tongue inside him, Hank fucking him that way and it's so. So dirty. Hot sweet waves of feeling all through him, making his skin prickle and Bobby has no idea what he's saying. All just noise, and under it those incredible wet sounds and.

Hank growling at him.

Everything Bobby wants, just to be. Devoured. Can't stop pushing his hips back, his ass back on that tongue. Ignoring the ache in his cock for just. More of this.

And when Hank stops Bobby has to curl in on himself a little, has to sob a little. Not crying, or maybe crying but. He feels himself all over. Like you could touch him anywhere and he'd just.

Shake.

Hank moving up over him, petting him and making him shudder. Kisses, licks on his face. Hushing sounds, soothing sounds and.

"I'm going to put a finger inside you now, okay Bobby?"

"Y-yeah. Hank..."

"Shh... make all the noise you need to."

Helps him lift his knees up. And then this slick, slick touch against his hole. God his fingers are big. Like two of Bobby's, easy. Rubbing around him a bit, and Bobby can feel his hole flex. Open from Hank tonguing him, and mostly he just wishes Hank would do it.

Just the tip of it, first. Big and blunt enough that his ass stretches a bit around it. Makes him grunt and earns him a gentle rub on his balls. Thumb working the skin around and letting him think about that for a sec while his ass works on being open.

Kiss on his thigh, and then all the way in. Hard, deep thrust that he can feel in his belly, and yeah, he yells. Can't not. It's so deep in him, and Hank's so big. Deeper than he could ever get on his own. Wider than he's ever started himself at. Whimpering and twisting his hips and after a second Hank crooks it and hits him oh god right there. Hard little lump that he can just barely reach on his own but that Hank can rub all over, rub hard, make him feel it and whisper that he has to tell Hank what it feels like. Whether he likes it.

Like he couldn't.

God, stroking him all over and he keeps having to make these breathy little sounds so he won't just scream from it.

"Oh Bobby. God you're so fucking pretty, I've never seen anything as gorgeous as you are. Come on, work your hips for me. Wanna see how much you like it."

Hard rub that makes the point, and yeah, with his feet flat on the bed like this, he can. Move. Lift his hips up and oh yeah, fuck himself on Hank's finger. Wants this so bad.

Shift beside him, and Hank leans over and kisses him and oh god oh god oh god yes. Exactly what he wanted. Not just that Hank's fucking him open but that Hank wants him. Thinks he's sexy, wants his mouth. Pushes his tongue in like he could get all the way inside Bobby like that. He has to open so wide to take it, and Hank's fingers are still right there, one inside his ass working him and the rest outside rubbing him and a big arm under his leg making sure he keeps it up.

Just this second where he fumbles and pulls out. And Bobby wants to whine about it. Cry and howl and beg until he gets it back. Except Hank won't stop kissing him long enough to let him. Just this fumble to the side and a cap-flip that he recognizes, and ok, more lube is a good thing.

Especially when it comes with an extra finger. Two of them now, pushing at his ass.

Slick and hot and Bobby pushes back on them. Not even close for a moment, some kind of sick joke and then Bobby realizes that he's unconsciously clenching tight.

Breathes as deep as he can, air thick, so thick in his throat and. Relaxes.

"Oh, Bobby, you're so good, so good, that's right, let me in..."

Slow, steady push of it. Opening him so wide.

Stretch of it, pain of it making him shake his head back and forth.

"Shh, shh, okay, wait a sec..."

Bottle again and just poured on him. Cooler than Hank, messy, irresistible. Hank coating his fingers in it, knuckling against the soft skin there and finally twisting back around to push at him again. Bobby pushes back and they slip right in.

Slow and steady and hard and huge.

Hank's big hands, good hands, inside him and Bobby needs this so bad.

Needs to be open for Hank, rides the tiny thrusts Hank makes, the twisting scissoring wonder of being stretched wide.

Gonna take him, Hank's gonna take him. (Make love to him.) Sobbing out moans and twisting right back, pushing down, yes, please, do this, do this.

So scared he can't think, so hot the fear has no chance.

Oh, Hank, Hank, Hank... so good. So serious this, like everything else was playing, but this isn't. Hank won't let this be anything but serious.

Adult.

For them both.

And then the world is this single incredible moment, Hank fucking him with his fingers and Bobby's just lost to it. Writhing, sweating, needing. Half-hard but growing again every time Hank hits that spot, every time Hank tells him he's beautiful.

Wants. Just wants and Hank is so good to him. Wants to tell him that but can only get out sounds. Whimpers and gasps and pleading sounds, needing sounds, and when Hank pulls out Bobby knows what's next.

Opens his eyes to find Hank slicking his hard cock. Squeezing hard for a moment that makes Bobby wince until he realizes Hank's trying not to come.

Moans out loud, clear, vivid image in his mind of Hank coming all over him.

Oh God, God.

Spreads his legs and Hank reaches for him, Bobby's hip laid against one broad, flat palm and "yes yes do it Hank I need you --"

"Yes. Yes. But we can't... not like this. It'll be. It'll be easier if you're on your belly, Bobby. Can you do that for me?"

Nods shakily and turns over. Buries his face in thesweat-damp pillow. Spreads his legs and finds himself helplessly thrusting against the sheets. Not enough.

Needs

"Shhh, Bobby. It's okay. You trust me?"

Hell of a time for him to ask, how can he even wonder when Bobby's offering his ass like this. But. Well, yeah. Gotta be sure.

Nods a couple of times before he can manage, "Yeah."

Rubbing his back, then. He's desperate and Hank's rubbing his back. Feels good but it feels like delaying. Even the kisses on his spine and his ass.

Just a little better when Hank slides his fingers in where Bobby's thighs and belly meet and rubs. Thin, thin skin there and Hank's hands are so big. Still slick from lubing himself and fingering Bobby.

Hand under his belly lifting him for a sec, and he doesn't even get why until Hank's settling him back down, and he's bent over a pillow with his ass in the air.

"So sexy Bobby. You have the prettiest ass, you really do. God I'm gonna fuck you, can't believe you're letting me, gonna make it so good for you..."

One more kiss laid on the crack of his ass, breath of air against his hole, and Hank bends over him.

Kisses the back of his neck, kisses his ear. Skin behind his ear, with Hank's breath ruffling his hair. Nudge at his hole, not even focused yet but big enough to make him still. Longer kisses to make him relax again, and all these promises about how good Hank's gonna make it for him. Telling him he's the sexiest thing that ever lived, that anybody with half a brain would want him, and they can't have him because he's Hank's. His.

Hand that reaches between them. Rubs his balls, rubs behind them. Thumb that dips into his hole and pushes it open. Slick like water back there.

And then the head of Hank's cock against him.

God it's big, bigger than he would've believed, and it was one thing to look at it, touch it and rub it and even take it in his mouth, but it's something else to feel it pushing at him. It's gonna open him so wide, and --

"Shhh, Bobby. I need you to trust me."

"I do I do I swear I do oh god Hank please."

"I know Bobby. Easy, okay?"

"Yeah."

"Breathe. Let me hear you."

He works on that. Breathing deep enough to make his belly move, trying to push the fear out with the breaths. Cockhead nudging at him harder, more like insisting now. Pushes and doesn't ease back, opening him steady and hard and so wide.

Second where he's just about screaming from it, hissing and whining in his throat, and Hank's telling him it's okay and that he's beautiful and swearing a blue streak. Final stretch, long breath, and he feels it go in. Not as wide now, just holding him open, inside a couple of inches, far enough to let him get used to it.

There are tears on his face. He wonders when that happened.

Turns the next time Hank leans in to kiss his neck and catches that mouth. Tongue against his this steady reassurance, and he knows how hard it's got to be for Hank to stay this still. Shift in him as Hank leans forward to take his mouth harder, impossible not to make noise, but at least this time it comes out as words. Swearing because he can't think of real words. Hank's hand that used to be behind him on his throat now. And the pain's easing, some. It's big, yeah, but it's Hank, too, and he wants this. So bad.

Pushes, just a bit, and hopes it's enough to make it clear he wants more.

"Shhh, God, Bobby, we can take it slow, okay?"

Some part of his brain registering that it's a good idea, but not a very powerful part. Not the part that's just now figuring out that Hank is trying to get inside him and that's something that just really needs to happen.

Nearly panting, bears down on Hank helplessly and hisses, shouts when Hank makes this little thrust he's sure is mostly involuntary. Pushes back and back and there. Just a little bit more inside him but now it's touching him there.

Hank's cock pushing that place, that spot and Bobby can't classify the noises he makes. Not pushing back so much now as rocking. Hitting that spot again and again with Hank's cock.

So good, so good and Hank's holding his hips, maybe trying to hold him still but that would be. Bobby can't.

"Bobby, please, you're going to. You're going to make me come, Bobby, please oh God so tight --"

And Hank grabs on hard and shoves in. Shoves the breath right out of Bobby's lungs, makes him scrabble at the sheets for something, anything to hold on to and his hips just keep moving.

Can't stop, can't stop now, thrusting against the pillow and needing Hank so bad and Hank's begging him but Bobby can't listen.

Finally just braces his arms on the bed and pushes up. Hot, sweat-slick skin all along his back.

Hank shaking with it now, needing him, and something... it's like breaking open and his cock is spitting pre-come and he can speak. "Do it Hank, fuck me, do it now --"

Huge growl and Hank pulls Bobby back onto him, until Bobby can feel Hank's balls slapping against his skin, so hot, so hot, all he can do not to freeze but Jesus it's just so good to melt.

And Hank starts to move.

Sharp, jabbing thrusts that Bobby can't catch the rhythm of, bed rocking with it so hard so good so Hank.

Longer strokes now, just as hard. Faster and Bobby's being fucked. Hank's inside him, pounding into him and Bobby's arms just collapse.

Head down, ass up and Hank just taking him.

Deep enough that he can feel it in his belly every time Hank pushes in, and somehow still rubbing that place inside him just right to keep him hard. Just enough of his brain left working to remember how good it was when Hank came on him, and this is going to be. Gonna come in him. Nothing between them at all, and he knows, vaguely, that's probably not a good thing, but he can't bring himself to complain.

All that skin in him. Sliding up him, slamming in. And oh god it feels so good, burn of pain under it that's keeping him grounded, keeping him from totally losing it.

This, this is grown-up, adult sex. Somebody who really likes him, who's taking care of him and -- god -- wants him. Even now keeps telling him he's gorgeous and sexy and tight. Stomach-curl like it's the best compliment in the world.

He's yelling pretty much constantly, so they'd better hope Hank put the towel back in place when he came in. Gonna bring the whole house in here, but he can't stop. Not while Hank's fucking him this hard, and he has to let Hank know it's good for him.

Just about swallows his tongue when Hank stills. Pulls back and back and all the way out, so that Bobby's hole's left open and wanting and aching for it. Rubs the head of his cock against the hole. Around and around it, nudging in, and right above him Hank whispers, "Hang on, Bobby. Gonna do it hard."

Gives him a second to nod. Rubs his belly that way he does, like Bobby's some wonderful, warm animal. Gives his cock this little reassuring squeeze that Bobby thrusts into. Takes Bobby's hips in his hands.

Slams in. All the way.

No air left for screaming. Deeper than it's gone ever before, all at once. Bobby feels spitted, like if Hank leaned back Bobby'd have to follow. Still for a second, then these little humping thrusts that move the head of Hank's cock without pulling it out. Moving him.

"Hank oh god Hank oh you're so deep in me I'm gonna feel you there forever I swear to god I am. Want this want this god I want this so much want you so deep in me god you're so big feels like you're gonna split me don't pull out okay, just stay there and fuck me fuck me fuck me oh god Hank I love you love what you do to me."

Thrust that boosts him right off his knees and makes him moan. Hank bends over him, kisses his back, kisses his mouth. Cups Bobby's face to keep him in kissing reach.

Rides him.

In and out, long, long strokes again, working all along that little bright-pleasure lump in him. Feels so good. All of Hank's weight just that much to the side, on the elbow attached to the hand holding his face, and it rearranges the thrusts again, but he's little enough, Hank's big enough to make this work.

Huge hand on his cock, clamping around the base and milking him and so tight.

Like a massage he can thrust into. Down into the hand, back onto Hank's cock in him. Breathless and aching by now and he still wishes they could just do this until he passes out. Or just forever, rest of his life with Hank in him.

So good around his cock. Thumb fucking the slit, making him shriek, and then just steady, welcome strokes designed to get him off, and he's not all that sure he wants this to end, but he's desperate for this, he really, really is.

Moaning and moving and being moved by Hank, taken and used in the best way possible and --

"Come for me, Bobby. I need you to."

Hank's voice so low and rough, like being stroked by something huge and invisible and Hank's other hand on his nipple twisting hard and orgasm hits him hard. Can't even scream, just jerking and Bobby hears these "nn nn nn" noises and realizes he's making them and Hank strokes him right through it until it's almost painful before grabbing Bobby's hips again and just fucking him.

Ragged thrusts and Hank's gonna come. In him gonna make Bobby just lose it right there and it's too much and he needs more and Hank slams all the way in one more time and.

Oh, God, Bobby can feel it. Wet and hot and strange and filling him and it's so fucking good he can't stand it.

Hank finally stilling deep inside him. Still braced over him like that.

So strong.

Fuck.

Tries to work up a voice to tell Hank how good it was and can only moan.

Long, long moments like that until Hank eases them onto their sides. Still inside him. Still hard.

Bobby has no bones left. None.

Bobby feels his face shaping into a wide, sloppy grin and just lets it. Hank.

His Hank.

Burrows back against Hank's chest, careful of the cock in his ass and the way the ache's starting to build. Not ready to lose it yet, but more careful.

Shivers hard when Hank kisses his ear.

His neck. All over the back of his head. Picks up his hands and kisses those, and the insides of his wrists and arms.

Somehow building new arousal in him already, and he knows he isn't ready to deal with that. Catches Hank's head instead and pulls it down over his shoulder to his mouth.

Loves the fact that Hank likes to hold him after sex. Sleeps with him and pets him in the night and kisses him in the morning. And he can pretend, at least, that that's how it'll go from here.

It's the middle of the afternoon, and he knows they're gonna be hungry before it gets dark, but maybe they could, you know, nap for a while. Maybe just like this with Hank inside him.

Kiss on his ear. "Bobby."

"mmmmm."

"Are you alright?"

"m'wonderful."

Kiss on his jaw. Steadying hand on his chest while Hank pulls out. Bobby whimpers, wants it and wants it not to hurt quite so much coming out. Settles a little happier when Hank brings the hand back and rubs him there, after.

The bed under him's a mess. Smells like sex and both of them, and Bobby guesses that means it's really his now.

Hank pulls away and eases Bobby down onto his back. Kicks the pillow away so he can lie flat. Leans over him and kisses him. Hands on his face and on his chest, just ghosting over his aching nipples. Getting him to whimper occasionally.

Hank's weight across his chest. Kissing and kissing him for a long time.

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