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A Blutbad Claims His Mate	By : KTT2123 Category: G through L > Grimm Views: 4768 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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If you don't follow this story on one of the other sites, I decided on a side pairing of Hank/Sean. This is how they get together.
Warning: there is a bit of a dub con in this chapter. Be mindful if that is a trigger for you.

Monday night:
Sitting in his lavish apartment, Sean lounges naked on his couch. His hand is wrapped around his cock, the smell of Nick’s coming heat still affecting him. He imagines every Wesen that inhaled Nick’s scent is doing the same; although the lucky ones will have someone and won’t be doing it alone. * I wish I had someone to fuck.* Sean supposes he could call Adalind but he isn’t that desperate. It isn’t like she hasn’t thrown herself all over him already. But while he isn’t afraid of trouble usually, that woman is more trouble than any piece of ass is worth. Had she been a man, he might have been more tempted. It isn’t that he doesn’t like women; it is simply that fucking a man gives him a rush that no woman can compete with. There is nothing better than having a powerful man under you, begging you to fuck him harder.
Sean sighs, realizing that the lust provoked from Nick’s scent isn’t going to be satisfied by his hand. He makes his way to his bedroom. Sean digs into his toy box and takes out his suction sleeve. He may not be able to fuck who wants right now but at least with the sleeve he can use his imagination. Sean settles onto his bed and closes his eyes. In his fantasy, a tall man with beautiful chocolate skin strips in front of him. The man gives him a sultry smile as he climbs onto the bed and straddles Sean. He doesn’t hesitate to sink onto Sean’s waiting cock and starts to ride. Sean’s breath hitches as he sees it in his mind, the big, muscular man fucking himself on his dick with lust written all over his masculine face. Sean thrusts up, fucking into the man’s tight hole. The man takes it so good, takes him so good. The man moans as Sean’s cock drives into him over and over, begging him to fuck him harder. Sean obeys, snapping his hips harder until he grunts and fills the man with his cum.
The moment he opens his eyes, however, the fantasy is broken. Sean is alone and suddenly the orgasm feels unsatisfying. He sighs audibly in his empty apartment. It is going to be a long week if he has to do this every night he comes home.
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Having been dumped by his latest girlfriend, Hank is trying to drown his sorrows in alcohol at his favorite bar. He should have called Nick and they could have gotten drunk together, bonding over their mutual breakups but he hadn’t. Partly because Hank isn’t sure how he’d explain to Nick the reason for his breakup...how do you tell your partner that your girlfriend caught you jerking off to gay porn?
It’s been six months since Hank had discovered he wasn’t as straight as he’d thought when he’d stumbled across a gay porno by accident. Instead of grossing him out as he would have thought, watching two guys fuck made him hard.
When Carrie caught him tonight, Hank hadn’t known what to do, what to say. He obviously hadn’t been expecting her and he had no explanation. Carrie had caught him dick in hand watching two big dudes fucking and there wasn’t an excuse in the world he could give that she would believe. She’d screamed at him, understandably upset and dumped him on the spot.
Watching gay porn aside, Hank doesn’t think he is gay. His sex with Carrie had been satisfying. Not mind blowing or anything but good. Hank just watches gay porn, he isn’t going to gay clubs looking to get fucked or to fuck a dude. He’s not gay, he’s…well, he doesn’t know what he is.
Taking another drink, Hank thinks to himself, *Just because I get off watching guys fuck each other, doesn’t mean I’m gay. Right?* This isn’t something he wants to think about, thus all the alcohol.
He’d given up his keys several drinks ago, knowing there is no way he’ll be sober enough to drive. When the bartender cuts him off for the night, Hank grabs his phone and dials Nick through blurry eyes.
“Hello.”
“Shit.” Hank did not dial Nick as he thought but Captain Sean Renard instead. Unbeknownst to Hank, his miscall is for the best as Nick is currently being fucked and knotted by his mate and wouldn’t have been getting his call for quite a while.
“Hank?”
“Sorry Cap’ain, I meant to call Nick.”
“What do you need, Hank?” Sean asks.
“Imma call Nick.”
Sean coaxes, “Tell me what you need.”
Hank mumbles, “A ride. I need a ride home.” He knows he is too drunk to drive.
“Where are you?”
“You don’t need—”
Sean is forceful this time, “Tell me where you are.”
Hank gives him the name of the bar and Sean hangs up without a word. He sits there stupidly staring at his phone and wondering why the hell his boss is coming to pick his drunk ass up and drive him home.
Sean couldn’t be happier to get a call from Hank, the man he’s been fantasizing about for several months. His inhibitions are still lowered by Nick’s pre-heat scent and his lust fogged brain determines this is his only chance to test the waters without fucking everything up. Many gay men would look to Nick as their first choice but not Sean. Nick is a short pretty boy. Hank on the other hand is not. He is tall and solid, maybe not the most striking beauty but when he smiles, he is gorgeous. And Sean wants to fuck him so badly it hurts.
Some minutes later Hank watches as Renard slinks into the bar like a sleek panther. The bartender hands Renard Hank’s keys. Hank doesn’t resist as his boss lugs him up and half carries him to the SUV. The ride is silent but not uncomfortably so as Hank expects. Outside his house, Hank is about to thank Renard for the ride when the man gets out of the driver’s seat and comes around to the passenger side. Despite Hank’s protests, Sean helps him to the door and inside. Unsure what to do with Renard in his kitchen, he offers, “Coffee?”
“Sure.”
With care Hank walks to the coffee machine and starts making coffee.
As much as he enjoys staring at Hank’s ass, Sean realizes this is his chance. He boxes Hank in and waits for him to realize it. The hairs on the back of Hank’s neck stand up and he feels Renard at his back. Hank takes longer than he would if he was sober to react. Sean watches as he slowly turns around. Hank’s mind is clearly not firing on all cylinders and he looks confused. Sean doesn’t give him a chance to reach any conclusions but instead tilts his face up and covers his lips with his own. His kiss is confident and coaxing. Hank is stunned: his boss, his male boss is kissing him! His brain stutters, trying to swim through the alcohol enough to realize how he should react. Sean nibbles on Hank’s lips, sucking softly on his heavy top lip. Sean eases back for a moment to catch his breath and try to gauge Hank’s reaction.
“Oh,” Hank blurts in surprise. The kiss felt good, very good. He stares at Renard with wide eyes as if seeing him in a totally different light. His tone is a bit dreamy as he mumbles, “So that’s what it feels like to kiss a guy.” Hank admits to himself, * I might be a little gay.*
A smug grin forms on Sean’s face. Looks like he won’t have to let Hank believe this was only a drunken hallucination. Sean loves the look of surprised pleasure on a supposedly straight man’s face when he realizes he enjoys the touch of another man.
Hank gulps audibly at the predatory expression on Renard’s face. His jaw drops when his boss sinks to his knees and starts opening his fly. Renard doesn’t hesitate to pull his cock out, stroking it confidently. It is then that Hank realizes he’s hard. *What the actual fuck?* His intoxicated brain struggles with the implications but every thought is wiped from his brain when Renard starts sucking his dick. Hank can only hold onto his kitchen counter with a white knuckle grip; he stares as Renard fucking blows his mind with his mouth. Before he can even voice a warning, Hank is coming down Renard’s throat.
Sean pulls off and licks his lips. This is going even better than he’d imagined. Hank is wonderfully responsive. Sean slowly strips Hank of his clothing with minimal protests before doing the same to himself.
Hank can’t help but gaze upon Renard’s hard body. His boss is like a fucking Greek god, better than the porn stars he’d watched ‘cause he can touch. Without thought, Hank reaches out, splaying his hands over Renard’s chest. “Oh.” It is different but Hank likes it. His mind stutters at the sight of Renard’s cock. He’s never seen another guy hard before, not in person. In porn yes but that is totally different than seeing your boss’s dick hard and dripping from sucking your cock.
Sean doesn’t give him much time to think about it before he drags his subordinate to the bedroom. Hank is pushed onto the bed, looking up at Renard’s nakedness. He looks a bit lost and scared but never once asks Sean to stop. As much as Sean wants to fuck Hank, he fights against the lust burning in his veins. Instead, Sean climbs onto the bed. Leaning over Hank, Sean starts to stroke himself. His eyes never leave Hank’s even as his hand speeds up. Sean shoves aside any guilt at the sight of Hank’s blown pupils. He knows Hank wants this, wants him. Hank’s eyes are glued to where Renard is fucking his own fist. His inhibitions are lowered by the alcohol and Hank reaches out to wrap his hand around Renard’s. Sean groans as his cock is stroked by his and Hank’s fists together. Hank’s eagerness to touch him only hurls him toward the brink faster. In far too short a time, Sean cums all over his hand and Hank’s and all over Hank, who blinks in surprise. The sensation is both familiar and new to Hank. He’s cum on himself before but never had another man’s cum on him. Curious, Hank drags a finger through the Renard’s cum. He stares at it not sure what to think. Watching gay porn hasn’t really prepared him for this.
Sean interrupts his pondering by grabbing Hank’s hand and sucking the cum off his finger. He smirks at the stunned look on the detective’s face. Sean laps up the cum on Hank’s body, licking him clean. The renewed erection poking at him only serves to make him feel smug. Sean crawls up Hank’s body and takes possession of his lips, giving him no choice but to submit under his forceful kiss. Hank moans as Sean coaxes his mouth open and maps his mouth with his tongue. Hank is drunk enough to enjoy the kiss without really having to be bothered with the implications of kissing a man. Sean takes a hold of Hank’s erection, pumping him in smooth strokes.
Hank throws back his head and arches into Renard’s hand. “Oh god!” Sean nibbles on his neck before sinking his teeth into Hank’s shoulder. Hank screams, shooting his load all over Renard’s hand and immediately passes out.
Sean grins to himself, making the decision to stay the night. He has gotten a taste of his delectable detective and he is not giving him up easily. Sean finds a washcloth and wipes Hank and then himself clean. He climbs into Hank’s big bed naked and spoons behind him. Sean expects quite the freakout in the morning but if he has his way, Hank will quickly be distracted by more pleasurable thoughts.
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The following morning:
Hank freaks out to find himself sprawled on the body of another man. His head jerks up and his mouth falls open in shock. Not just any man but his very naked boss. His attempts to scramble away are thwarted when Renard’s arms tighten around him. Hank breathing quickens as he starts to panic. Sean opens his eyes to see Hank frantically trying to escape. The dark man’s eyes are wide and filled with confusion and dread. Sean orders in an authoritative tone, “Breathe.” Hank gasps in air. “That’s it. In, out.” Sean loosens his hold and allows Hank to scramble away enough to get some distance between them. He does nothing to cover himself up, lying unashamedly naked. Hank on the other hand is clutching the sheet like a shy virgin.
“Why?” Hank can’t ask more than that. He vaguely gestures to Renard’s nakedness and his own.
Sean quirks a brow, drawling, “Why are we both naked?”
“YES!”
Sean can’t help but tease, “Why do people usually wake up naked together?”
Hank curses, “Fuck.” More than anything he doesn’t want this to be what it looks like because he’s not gay. Okay, so maybe he watches gay porn and maybe it gets him hard but he likes women, loves them. And this is his boss, his very male boss. And they’re both naked, very naked. Together, naked together.
Sean declares with amusement, a bit of a smirk on his face, “That usually is the reason, isn’t it?” Sean hides his guilt at taking advantage of his drunk subordinate behind his smug attitude. Influenced by Nick’s pre-heat or not, Sean shouldn’t have had sex with Hank while he was under the influence of a lot of alcohol. And instead of apologizing he is antagonizing Hank. But Sean can’t seem to stop himself. He wants Hank and all he is doing is ruining any chance he’d had with him.
Hank wants to smack that damned smirk off Renard’s face. He closes his eyes, rubbing his temples to soothe his pounding headache. Afraid to open his eyes, Hank asks quietly, “Did we?”
“What? Fuck?”
“Yeah.”
“Depends on what you mean by fuck.”
Frustrated with Renard already, Hank growls, “Did we have sex? Yes or no?!”
Sean scans Hank’s naked body with predatory hunger clear in his eyes. “Oh, we definitely had sex.”
Hank is shocked by the shiver of lust that runs through his body at the way Renard is looking at him. *What the fuck is happening to me?* He can feel his cock stirring just from Renard’s passion-filled gaze on him. His hungover mind unhelpfully gives him flashes of Renard kissing him and sucking him. Hank’s mind and his body are clearly in disagreement that he’s not gay. “I’m not gay.” Hanks thinks to himself, “And if I watch gay porn, that’s nobody’s business but my own.”
Sean’s eyes rise in surprise.
“Fuck. I said that out loud, didn’t I?” *So not helping yourself out here Hank!* he scolds himself.
“Yes, you did.” Sean is intrigued, he might just be able to save this situation.
Hank wearily rubs his hands over his face. “Is there any possible way for you to forget I said that?”
“I don’t think so. Want to explain to me how you are not gay again?”
“Watching porn doesn’t make me gay!”
“No? What about getting off with me?”
Hank growls, “I was drunk! What’s your excuse?!”
Sean turns away, mumbling “I saw my chance and I took it.” The words come out of his mouth before he can even think about it.
“What?”
He knows Hank heard him; there is no taking it back. Resigned, Sean admits softly, “I saw my chance and took it, okay?”
Hank is confused. “I don’t understand.”
Gathering his courage, Sean gazes deep into Hank’s eyes and declares, “I want you, Hank. I’ve wanted you for a long time.”
“What?”
Sean’s expression softens and he reaches over to cup his Hank’s cheek. Hank is once again stunned. Renard’s hand fits his cheek perfectly and the soft drag of his thumb against his lip fills him with the sudden and unexplainable urge to suck the digit into his mouth.
“Can you blame me? You are smart and loyal, strong and sexy. And you have an ass that would fit perfectly in my very capable hands.”
Hank blushes under Renard’s heated gaze.
“I wanted you in my bed for a long time, Hank and I’m sorry this is how it happened. But I can’t regret giving you pleasure. As much as I probably should, I won’t apologize for taking the chance to live the fantasy I’ve had for far too long.”
Hank is silent, not sure what to say. His whole not gay theory seems to be crumbling rapidly under his feet. A single touch from Renard and his nipples are pebbled and his cock is hardening. His mouth is tingling and he’s fighting an astonishingly powerful urge to suck Renard’s thumb inside the wet cavern of his mouth. And Renard proclaiming that he wants him fills him with intense heat. Hank is afraid that he wants Renard too.
“I’ll make you a deal, Hank.” His head snaps up, unsure whether he is hoping that this deal will result in Renard leaving and allowing Hank to pass this off as some bizarre drunk fantasy or will lead to sex…sex with Renard. Sean sees the hope in Hank’s eyes but can’t tell what Hank is hoping for. Sean knows what he is hoping for; for them both to be on the winning side of this deal. “Kiss me once and tell me that you don’t feel something worth going for. If you can do that, I’ll pretend this never happened.”
It isn’t exactly what he’d been expecting but what could one kiss hurt? Still clutching the sheet to his body, Hank tentatively shuffles toward Renard. He leans forward, intending to pull back almost immediately. Yet, the moment his lips touch Renard’s, Sean grabs his head and deepens the kiss. The quick peck turns into an unexpectedly passionate kiss. Sean drowns Hank in pleasure, overloading his mind with lust and provoking his body to respond. Like an out of body experience, Hank feels a clear disconnect between what his body is doing and what his mind is telling him he should be doing. His body apparently wins as Hank drops the sheet and straddles Renard’s lap, unconsciously grinding down. Sean’s hands fall to Hank’s ass, parting his cheeks to allow his cock to slide between them. In shock, Hank drops his head to Renard’s shoulder. His hole flutters as Renard drags his dick through his plump cheeks.
“What the fuck I am doing?” Hank wonders aloud.
Sean stills, asking in a quiet voice, “Do you want me to stop?”
Hank’s first instinct is to say no. But he forces himself to think. He has a dick between his ass cheeks and is straddling Captain fucking Renard. And for the first time in his life, Hank feels a strange emptiness. Everything is new and it is overwhelming.
“Hank?” Sean asks in a soft, concerned tone. He gently lifts Hank’s face until their eyes meet. Sean can see the struggle on Hank’s face. Hank is stunned to see the tender look on Sean’s face. *He cares about me. Whatever this is, whatever he wants from me, Renard really cares about me.*
“No. Don’t stop.”
Sean searches his eyes carefully but finds nothing that indicates Hank is lying to himself or to Sean. With his cock settled firmly between Hank’s cheeks, Sean encourages Hank to lean back. Sean wraps a hand around Hank’s leaking dick and strokes him while his hips rock smoothly. Hank obviously isn’t holding back, despite the newness of being with a man. Sean eats up every little sound, every expression of lust and pleasure that flashes on Hank’s handsome face.
“Cum for me,” Sean demands. With a surprising lack of hesitation, Hank spurts obediently in his hand. The sight of Hank coming on command hurls Sean over the edge, wetting Hank’s ass with his cum.
Hank slumps forward onto Renard, trying to catch his breath. As he comes down from his sex haze, Hank realizes that he is going to have to rethink his belief that he is completely straight judging from how eagerly his body reacted to Renard’s touch. Mumbling more to himself than to Renard, Hank admits, “That didn’t go how I had planned.”
Sean confesses, “It went better than I had planned.”
Not really looking forward to it but knowing the necessity of it, Hank pulls himself off his boss. The wet feeling of cum between his ass cheeks is strange but not unpleasant. “What happens now?” Hank asks starring at the soiled bedding. He isn’t sure what he wants Renard to say.
“Hank, look at me.” With reluctance, Hank meets Renard’s gaze. “I told you, I have wanted you for a long time, Hank. You aren’t some meaningless fuck. Not to me. If you were, I would have just left you last night but I didn’t.”
“Really?”
Sean’s expression is tender as he looks at Hank. “If I just wanted someone to fuck, I could have easily found someone else. But I want you, only you.”
Hank doesn’t know what to say.
Sean leans forward and kisses Hank gently.
The kiss makes Hank tremble at the love that Renard seems to be pouring into it. Shaky, Hank pulls away. “What if I say no?”
Sean’s lips curve into a sad smile, “I might try to persuade to change your mind but if I had to, I’d accept it.” Being with Hank is everything he’s ever imagined.
“Just like that?”
“I am not going to force you, Hank. I want you to come willingly into my bed.”
With hesitant fingers, Hank touches Renard’s face. His eyes are drawn to Renard’s lip; he licks his own before gathering his courage and pressing their lips together. Sean fights the urge to dominate the kiss, instead allowing Hank to control the slow, wet slide of their lips. It’s perfect and Hank doesn’t want it to ever stop. *This is way better than watching gay porn.*
They are forced to break the kiss when they both run out of air. Hank pants softly as he stares at Renard. “Yes.” This thing with Renard isn’t what he expected but if his kiss can get him hot enough to straddle Renard’s lap and grind down on his cock without hesitation, Hank is eager to explore.
Fire leaps in Sean’s eyes. “I want to fuck you so badly. I promise it’ll be so good you will forget your own name. Let me?”
Hank’s straightness seems to be completely forgotten as his dick twitches with interest. Renard seems to have a remarkable insight on just how to make Hank’s body sing. He effortlessly plucks at Hank’s body like it is a violin. A part of Hank is screaming yes while another part is cautioning him to stop and think because once he goes there, he won’t ever be the same. Both parts of him agree that letting Renard fuck him will change him in a way he won’t ever be able to forget. Yet, no part of him can deny that getting fucked by Renard will blow his mind. Something deep inside him is telling him that this is right, being with Renard is right and Hank can’t ignore it. “Renard, I—you…o—okay.”
“Sean. Say it.”
Memorized by the dominance in Sean’s gaze, Hank stutters, “S—Sean.”
“Good boy,” he praises. “Shower first and then I’m going to fuck you.”
Hank swallows, unable to break eye contact. “O—okay.”
Sean rises gracefully from the bed while in contrast Hank unsteadily scrambles off the bed like a gangly colt. Hank stands there staring at Sean blankly until Sean quirks a brow and Hank snaps to focus. He leads Sean to the bathroom, turning on the spray. Sean tests the temperature before guiding Hank inside. He crowds close behind Hank, who marvels at how strange it is to be the smaller of the two. Sean has a good three inches on him, his shoulders are wider, his muscles larger and he doesn’t appear to have an ounce of fat on his entire body.
Sean picks up the bottle on the shower shelf, noticing it is the type you can use as a body wash and for hair. He isn’t shy as he lathers his hands and starts washing Hank, starting with his hair. The scalp massage makes Hank’s tense muscles relax inch by inch. Washing the soap from his head, Sean plasters himself against Hank’s back as he washes his chest. Hank tries to stifle his moan as Sean rubs his fingertips over his nipples but he is unsuccessful. Taking note of Hank’s sensitivity, Sean plucks at his nipples and is rewarded with a deep groan.
Hank has had other partners play with his nipples before but none had done it with the same level of confidence and skill. Sean pinches and tugs with a strong grip that makes Hank want to plead for more. When Sean’s hands trail down his stomach, Hank bites his lip to stop himself from begging. He isn’t sure what he wants more: for Sean to go back to his nipples or down to his cock. Hank closes his eyes and hisses as Sean wraps a hand around him. It feels different than when a woman does it, as Sean’s hand is much bigger and stronger. Sean’s large hand jacking him leisurely feels good, really good.
Sean presses his hips forward, allowing his hard cock to come in contact with Hank’s ass. Sean’s lips curve and he mouths at Hank’s shoulder as Hank starts rocking forward into his fist and back into his erection. After a few minutes, Sean pulls away, ignoring Hank’s protests. Sean re-lathers his hands and washes Hank’s shoulders and back. Hank starts to tense as Sean’s hands trail down to his ass.
“Relax; I’m not going to fuck you in the shower.” Hank’s muscle release a bit of the tension but tighten up again when a single finger parts his cheeks and rubs against his hole. Sean rubs insistently until the muscle relaxes and the tip of his finger slips inside. “Ugh.” It feels weird to have something inside him and his instincts have Hank trying to push it out. To distract him, Sean uses his other hand to reach around and pump Hank’s dick. The pleasure overrides the discomfort and Hank’s anal muscles relax enough for Sean to push his finger inside. Hank tries to focus on the hand on his dick and not on the fingers inside him. Sean cleans Hank’s hole out as best he can while distracting Hank. Finished, he lets the water wash his hands clean before lathering up again. Sean washes himself and then shuts off the water.
Hank steps out of the shower and dries himself off, while Sean does the same beside him. He gulps at the sight of Sean’s stiff and dripping cock. “I’m not sure…” Sean’s dick is proportional to his large frame but thankfully he isn’t obscenely huge like some of the porn stars Hank has seen.
But Sean isn’t about to let Hank baulk. Sean shoves him against the bathroom door and devours his mouth. Hank’s doubts disappear like magic as pure lust floods his veins. “Do you want this?”
“Yess!” Hank promises vehemently.
“That’s what I thought,” Sean answers. He isn’t about to play fair with Hank. Sean wants Hank and he isn’t letting him slip through his fingers. He doesn’t hesitate to lead Hank back into the bedroom. He is not giving Hank time to doubt. Nothing will stop him from fucking Hank’s sweet ass. Sean shoves Hank onto the bed and orders, “Hands and knees.”
Following orders is ingrained in Hank’s brain. He is on his hands and knees before he can even register the command.
“Don’t move,” Sean demands before he leaves the room intent on grabbing the travel size bottle of lube he has in the pocket of his pants.
Hank freezes, unsure whether he should stay still or use the opportunity to think about what the hell he is about to do. As soon as he truly starts to wonder what he is doing, he is startled by Sean’s fingers parting his cheeks. Hank definitely doesn’t expect what happens next. Instead of the finger pushing into him, he feels Sean’s tongue lap at his hole. “Oh…” Sean eats at Hank’s hole eagerly, kissing and sucking as Hank makes surprised pleasured noises. By the time Sean’s tongue starts stabbing inside him, Hank enthusiastically welcomes it. He had thought the guys in the videos were just faking obscene moans while being rimmed but if it feels anything like Sean’s tongue fucking his hole does, they definitely weren’t faking. Sean works a lubed finger in beside his tongue. He goes slow, stretching Hank carefully and without hurry. If Sean does this right, Hank will beg him to fuck him again, which is exactly what Sean wants.
Hank may be new to this gay sex thing but he is pretty sure that Sean is going slower than necessary. Not that he’s complaining of course, having fingers shoved up your ass isn’t the easiest thing to get used to.
Sean eases a third finger in, mindful that this is Hank’s first time. When he can move them in and out with ease, Sean searches for that little nub inside of Hank. “Gah!” Hank yells, as a bolt of fiery pleasure spreads through his body. Sean rubs his fingers deliberately over that spot. Hank is overwhelmed and drops to his elbows. “Oh god!” *This is why guys beg to be fucked.* Hank pushes back into Sean’s fingers eagerly. “Yes, fuck yourself on my fingers,” Sean purrs. Hank rocks backs and Sean groans at the sight.
By the time Sean has worked up to four fingers, Sean deems Hank ready. When he pulls his fingers out, Hank feels strangely empty. Hank rises back to his hands as Sean slicks himself up and positions behind Hank. “Now I need to you relax. Do not fight it.”
Hank swallows, wondering momentarily if he’s really doing this. And apparently he is because his head is nodding. Hank bites his lip as he feels the blunt pressure of the head of Sean’s dick pushing in. “That’s it. Let me in,” Sean coaxes. His hands run soothingly up and down Hank’s sides, enticing him to relax. Hank forces himself to relax as Sean eases his whole length inside. It feels huge inside him; Hank isn’t even sure how it fits. He feels stuffed full, a tinge of pain but mostly the feeling is just odd. Sean’s fingers seek out Hank’s nipples, plucking and pulling, distracting him from the new feeling of being penetrated until Hank is begging for more.
“I’m going to move now, okay?” Sean tells him.
Hank stutters, “O—okay.”
Sean slowly builds up a rhythm, not too fast, not too slow. With every thrust forward, Hank makes soft noises that reflect his shocked pleasure. Sean filling his insides is a feeling unlike one Hank has ever experienced. It feels fucking amazing.
Fucking Hank is everything that Sean imagined; he is hot and tight and responsive.
Hank yelps when Sean’s dick hits his prostate for the first time. He is unaware that he chants “Oh” as Sean hits his sweet spot again and again. Hank needs more and demands “Faster, harder.” Sean quickens his pace, putting more of his strength into his thrusts. Hank drops to his elbows, bracing himself as much as he can as Sean plunges into him. Hank leans on one elbow while his other hand reaches for his cock. He strokes himself to Sean’s rhythm but he needs more. Sounding wrecked, Hank begs, “Oh, fuck. Please! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”
This is why Sean loves fucking men. They take his cock and beg for more, beg to be fucked harder and faster and they love it. His hips snap forward powerfully, muscles rippling at the force. Hank’s body jerks forward with every thrust until he shudders, spilling all over the sheets, screaming Sean’s name. Sean cums two thrusts later with a deep groan.
Hank winces as Sean pulls out, wiggling at the odd feeling of cum inside him. Sean comes back with a warm washcloth and to Hank’s embarrassment carefully cleans and inspects his hole. Sean nudges to onto his back and cleans his front. “Where are your clean linens?”
Fucked out, Hank merely looks at him in confusion, “Wha?”
“Sheets, Hank.”
“Wha for?”
With exasperated patience, Sean answers, “Because the sheets are dirty.”
Hank laughs, “Don’t care.”
Sean gives up and lies down on the dry, clean side of the bed. He pulls Hank to him, tucking him against his side. Hank is out like a light. Sean, however, stays awake long enough to savor the feeling of Hank pressed against him before letting sleep overcome him.

Notes: There is a very distinct possibility that this will transition from Hank/Sean to Hank/Sean/Wu. One of my readers, you know who you are...*cough leia3771 cough* got my muse excited and I've already written a good chunk of how two becomes three. But it shouldn't happen for at least a couple of chapters.
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