With Hank and Deimos

Deimos lightly moaned and bit his bottom lip as Hank pulled away from the prolonged kiss. Deimos, embarrassed, looked away from Hank who was holding Deimos' hands above his head with one hand and rubbing the smaller's crotch with his other hand.

"H-Hank~..."

"Don't worry, Deimos. They'll be gone for a few more hours."

"N-Not th-that... Maybe we uhm... Shouldn't do this on the couch...?"

"Much better idea."

Hank picks up Deimos and carries him to Hank's room. Hank sits on his bed with Deimos on his lap, both hard.

"You can back out, you know."

"Not a chance! Imagine how awkward it would be! I'd be over here talking to you or something then my mind will be like: "hey remember the time Hank nearly fucked you but you were too pussy to follow through?" That would be more torture than doing it and staying a dumbass virgin."

"Stubborn, aren't you? Gotta love that in a twink~"

Deimos looks away again. His hands on Hank's shoulders and Hank's hands on his waist.

After a few minutes of awkwardness, silence, and horniness, Deimos was ready. He stripped, as did Hank.

"Let me pre-"

"Not a chance! Just because I'm inexperienced doesn't mean I can't do it."

"Alright... But there actually is a wrong way to do it. And it involves doing too little. The more fingers or prep time, the easier my dick will go in and the less pain you'll have. And yes. Prep hurts."

Deimos mumbles to himself and Hank places his hands back on Deimos' waist. Deimos lubes up 2 fingers and Hank watches Deimos' facial expressions as he slowly inserts a finger into himself.

The smaller male bit his lip and shuttered as the finger painfully slid in. He squeaked as he pushed deeper and drew blood from his lip.

Hank moved Deimos' arms, maoing him take his finger out. Hank pulled Deimos into a kiss and licked the blood from his lip. Hank moved Deimos onto his stomach on the bed. Head down. Ass up.

"You were doing it the way that makes the boner painful. You've already had it a little longer then you should."

"F-Fuck y-you Hank."

"No, you got it mixed. I'm gonna be fucking you. No one fucks me."

Deimos stays silent as Hank applies a little lube to the smaller's entrance and his own 2 fingers.

Hank slowly input his index finger. Deimos gripping a pillow as he does so. Hank slowly went in and out, stretching the smaller until he was relaxed and ready for another finger.

Once the second one was in, Deimos clenched and gripped the pillow tighter.

"O-Ow!~"

"Pain freak..."

"S-So what..? It fee-feels good if you've gone through a major depression or emo phase and..."

"Sorry to bring that up then..."

"No, no, it's fine. All of the attempts failed. Still have the scars though. I still have no clue how they saved me from dying when I stabbed a joistone all the way through my throat."

"J-Jesus... You can talk to me about that kind of stuff you know?"

"After this, keep going."

Hank stays silent and continues prepping. Once he was good to go, he pressed his length to Deimos. The smaller looked back at Hank and nodded.

Hank slid in. Deimos squeakily moaned in both pain and pleasure. Hank was all the way in and Deimos needed a little time to adjust.

"Ah-!~ ghm!!~"

"Ahm~ warm~"

"Sh-Shut up!"

"Feisty aswell~"

Deimos grunted and relaxed around Hank's junk.

"You... You can move now..."

"Okay... I will start slow since you're new to this. Alright?"

"Okay..."

Hank slowly slid in and out. Deimos burrowed his face into the pillow, muffling his moans.

Deimos placed his hand on his ass cheek, pulling it a small bit to stretch himself more. Hank started picking up the pace, making Deimos moan a little more.

Deimos had so many emotions going through his head. Confusion. Horniness. Impulse. Lust. Everything you'd feel if your sworn enemy was fucking you in the ass after an intense make out session.

Hank gripped Deimos a little harder as he was growing closer. Deimos was too. Hank sped up alot, causing Deimos to grip the sheets and moan like a pornstar on sex drugs with Jhonny Sins as the man drilling the pornstar.

Deimos clenched and came. Hank wasn't done yet though. Deimos' clench may have made him closer, but it didn't finish him off. He kept going. Deimos' eyes started tearing up as he begged for Hank to stop. His sensitive insides wrapping and twitching around Hank like a balloon on a reverse vacuum. Hank soon pulled out and finished on Deimos' back. The small figure tired and worn out.

Hank wiped the sweat from his forehead and sat down. The post-nut clarity hitting as Deimos passed out cold on the bed.

With Sanford and 2B

2B smiled and hugged Sanford as he pulled away from the kiss they shared. 2B was happy. Sanford was happy. They were both at peace.

For now.

Sanford hugged 2B back and they started heading back early. Tonight was a blood moon. Everything dangerous and violent was gonna come out. They'd be 10× more angry and hungry.

As they walked, the subject of how 2B and Deimos met.

"Well... It's really fucked up actually. It was my 3rd day, I'd seen him wander around sometimes. One day though... I finished my tasks and wanted to ask for what to do when I heard a loud yell and the sound of something spilling on the floor. Naturally, I ran over and started banging on the door. After I got it open, I saw him. Blood everywhere. He was crying his eyes out and there was a switchblade on the floor. I ran over to Deimos and he pushed me away. Yelling at me to just let him die. I just couldn't. I dragged him by force to my room. I had all my medical supplies there. After calming him down enough for him to let me help, he was pale. I quickly realized he had severed a central vein in his wrist. After stopping the bleeding from that, sealed and cleaned all the minorish wounds he had caused to himself. Let me tell you... Doing surgery on a suicidal man's vital vein is harder than it seems when you can't knock them out. After doing that, I made sure there were no more open wounds. Almost every inch of his body had a scar. It hurt to see. Becuase of that, I sat down with him and he vented to me for hours. After that day, I stated visiting him every day. Soon though, he got better. He was always ignored, pushed away, and avoided because he has mental disabilities. ADHD, minor autism, minor PTSD, and so many more. It's honestly painful to see him in a dark place. I try to help him every chance I get when he's like that."

"Holy ... I had no clue..."

"It's easy to not notice considering he's so happy now. Glad to see it."

(End)