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You lounge on your couch, mindlessly watching a scene unfold before you on TV. Your peripheral vision picks up movement, your eyes moving to follow it. You see Hank 5, having descended the stairs, and your eyes meet. He greets you with a smile and enthusiastic wave, approaching you. His white jersey is damp, clinging to his torso, ever so subtly defining the muscles underneath.
“Hey, House Honey, whatcha watchin’?” He asks, plopping down next to your right hand side and, in one quick motion, wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. You naturally slink into him, head resting against his chest. Your head rises up and down softly in motion with his breathing, and, when you concentrate on it, can hear his heart’s rapid beating, until it decrescendo down to a slow, steady beat.
Your eyes begin to flutter close as you nestle your nose into his shirt, taking in his wonderful aroma; sweat mixed with hints of vanilla and oak.
“Was just flipping channels till I came across this movie. You’re more than welcome to watch it with me.”
His body shifts slightly, and you feel as his fingers begin to comb through your hair.
“Righteous! I’ll take a few minutes to chill with you before hitting the shower.”
It’s almost become somewhat of a usual routine for you and the Hanks. When they aren’t out and about trekking through forests or taking a climb up the mountain side, they will opt for a home work out session. Hank 5 is usually the first to conclude, the others only lingering behind for a short moment.
As if on cue, you hear several feet descending the steps, and your eyes open to see the rest of the Hanks at the base of the stairs. They take no time in joining you and Hank 5 in the living room. Hank 4 takes the empty spot next to you, lifting your legs gingerly with care, placing them on his warm lap, and Hank’s 5 arm removes itself from your shoulder. In its place, you feel the soft curls brush against your ear as Hank 4 rests his head against your shoulder. Hank 5’s arm now wraps around you both, and you feel Hank 4 being tugged closer to you.
His scent begins to replace Hank’s 5. Less subtle, but just as pleasant, the gentle aroma of rum spice. His arm slips between your arm and your torso as he hooks it around your waist, nuzzling into you.
“Heeey, House Honey. You make the BEST pillow.” Hank 4 states, and you give him a small chuckle. You shift a bit to move the arm that you had pinned against Hank 5, and sling it out, laying it against Hank 4’s forearm. The palm of your now freed hand nestles against the side of his elbow as your fingers rest in the crease of his arm. You draw small circles on the skin lightly, his body shuddering ever so slightly.
“Facts!” You hear another Hank shout. Upon opening your eyes, they are met with a full frontal view of a pair of dark blue shorts. Your eyes trail up from the shorts, past his white tank top, past a freckled covered neck and red beard before finally settling on a pair of green eyes.
“House Honey, if you could, I would really love your world famous head massage.” Hank 3 sits himself down in front of the couch, leaning back, his head making contact with the cushion. His red hair within reach of your free hand, you oblige his request, and begin to work your fingers through his locks until they make contact with his scalp. Gently, you press down, and spread your fingers out and bring them back together in a slow steady repeating rhythm. He hums softly and contentedly, and you watch as his eyelids flutter closed. You move your hand around as your fingers keep its rhythm.
“That good?”
“Mmmhhmmm, yeahhh… That’s the stuff…” He barely manages to get out in a low whisper. Hank 2 takes a seat on the floor on Hank 3’s right hand side with Hank 1 sitting at his left.
“Care for a foot massage, House Honey?” Hank 2 asks, and you nod, your focus on him now. A small grin spreads on face as he silently gives a small fist pump in the air before reaching for your right foot. The sudden touch makes you squirm as a giggle escapes your lips, and you see his grin spreading. “Heh, still ticklish?”
“Old habits die hard.” You chuckle out, as he begins to knead the sole of your foot. You melt under his touch, your sore feet gracious for the attention. The hike the other day took more of a toll on you than you thought.
But your thoughts are interrupted as you feel a palm brushing up against your check, fingers curling loose strands of hair behind your ear. You turn your attention to its source: Hank 1. His dark eyes look into your’s, and see warm affection. But, beneath the surface, you swear you can see… lust?
“How you feelin’, House Honey?” His palm rests on your ear, his thumb tracing circles on your check.
“Muuuchh better now thanks to my House Hubbies…” You sigh out merrily. He smiles, leaning in until your lips press together. A small kiss, and all too short, as he parts away, his hand dropping back down to his side. He then turns to and nudges Hank 3, who startles awake. He gives Hank 3 a nod, and he merely responds in a similar fashion.
‘Weird…’ You think to yourself.
Hank 1 then stands, stretching his arms upwards. His yellow jersey lifts slightly with the movement, and your eyes scan over his muscular figure.
“I think I’ll go ahead and get dinner started. Anyone hungry?” He asks everyone.
“Of course!” Everyone, you included, shouts in unison. He smiles and makes his way towards the kitchen. As you watch him, you swear you can see him adjusting his shorts near his groin.
You hear the kitchen sink run for a second followed by the sound of a paper towel being ripped off and eventually tossed away. Hank 3 reluctantly stands, your hand drooping back down to the cushion where his head once laid, along with Hank 2.
“I think I’ll help him out. See you at the dinner table, babes!” Hank 2 exclaims and he joins Hank 1 as pots and pans clatter. Hank 3 leans down, taking a hold of your hand, planting a small kiss on the knuckles. He gives it a light squeeze, smiling at you.
“Raincheck on the rest of the massage?” You move your other hand to grab hold of his, giving it a light shake in agreement.
“That’s a promise.” To that, he grins wide, kissing your hand once more then on your lips. His scent is lovely, detecting light hints of citrus and sandalwood. When he straightens himself up, he makes a beeline to the stairs.
Your mind begins to conjure thoughts as to what he could be doing. And, as though sensing the thoughts bubbling in your mind, your chin is being guided towards Hank 4’s face with just two of his fingers. He shifts enough to comfortably greet your lips in earnest with his, his hands now beginning to cup your face. The wafting aroma of rum spice fills your nostrils as he connects with you.
Just as light and soft as the previous Hanks’s kisses, the two of you continue the exchange. Hank 4’s hands begin to trail down to your shoulders, gripping them. Hank 5 now moves, and you feel yourself being simultaneously pushed by Hank 4 and pulled by Hank 5 downwards. Your back presses against Hank 5’s chest, his legs spreading apart to create a niche for you to nestle yourself in. Your legs spread as well, your thighs coming into contact with Hank 5’s and allowing Hank 4 ample space to move in.
Hank 4’s kisses haven’t faltered as his hands continue down to your waist. As Hank 4 takes hold your waist, Hank 5 has taken hold of your forearm, while his other hand brushes aside strands of hair on your neck.
You let slip a soft moan into Hank 4’s mouth as Hank 5’s lips begin to slowly cover your neck in kisses.
“Mmm, House Honey, you taste wonderful…” Hank 4 words squeeze out in a low whisper, lust seeming to drip off them. He then begins a trail of kisses, going down to the other side of your neck.
At first, the rhythm between them is off, but they are surprisingly quick in correcting their timing to be in sync.
Sighing softly in contentment, you wish you could melt deeper into Hank 5 as you’re lavished by the two.
Both sets of their hands now begin to move in tandem; the ones your waist reaching for the hem of your shirt as the other slides down your sides, grasping the fabric hugging your body. Your shirt begins to slide up, stopping just before your breasts are laid bare.
The heat spreads across your cheeks and your groin, your panties beginning to grow slightly damp in anticipation. Hands take their place on your exposed torso, a set resting just beneath your breasts, and the other gripping your sides.
You shudder against their touches, back arching in an attempt to expose your breasts.
Hank 4’s fingers rub circles right under your breasts while Hank 5 slides his hands slowly up and down your sides.
“Babe, I love making out when you’re just chilling in pjs.” Hank 5’s words vibrate against your neck. You bite down on your bottom lip.
“Are we going to go all the way this time?” You ask - no - subtly beg, the two of them. The two cease attacking your neck and they hover dangerously close to your lobes as they both whisper:
“Not yet…” Try as they might, they were not able to mask the lust in their voices, causing you to stir. With that, the fabric of your shirt is pulled back down. Hank 4 starts to stand, giving you one last kiss as he does then stretches out his hands to you. You take hold, and he helps you up to your feet. He pulls you towards him, planting one last kiss on your lips. When you two part, he is grinning wide.
“To be continued, House Honey.” He ruffles your hair before helping Hank 5 up on his feet. Just as he did with you, he pulls Hank 5 forward, and they kiss. When they part, he also ruffles his hair.
“Hey, brosepth, stop!” Hank 5 laughs in protest. “C’mon, dinner should be just about done. Let’s go eat!”
You are both amused and stunned at how quickly the two have returned from cloud nine. It’s as though you’re still up in the clouds observing them as they return to normal. Though, their bodies are more honest, with small bulges having formed in their respective shorts.
They both take hold of your hands, guiding you into the dining room and helping you into your chair, pushing you in. They join the other two Hanks in the kitchen, and in a rare instance, have lowered their voices into low, hushed whispers. Then, they all join their hands into the middle before throwing them up into the air in a hooray, as though breaking for a sports match.
Hank 4 and 5 then leave the kitchen, and you hear the sounds of their feet against the steps, making their way upstairs.
When Hank 2 approaches the table, silverware, plates, and bowls piled in his hands, you confront him.
“Okay, what’s up with you guys today?”
“What do you mean, babe?” He asks calmly as he begins to set the table up.
“The huddle just now? Three of you disappearing upstairs?”
“Ohhh, that? Nothing to sweat over, brah! You’ll see later, pinky promise!” With his hands empty, he leans towards you, extending his pinky. You wrap yours around his, giving a solemn shake. He grins, and using his strength to his advantage, pulls you forward. And, to your amusement, it's not only effortless but painless.
Your lips crash together and after a few tender exchanges, he has pulled himself away to rejoin Hank 1 in the kitchen.
Moments later, the two Hanks bring to the dining table various dishes. You stare in disbelief at the spread before you. The choices consist of three different soups and three different salads. Not a single piece of protein in sight. You’ve become so accustomed to them grilling up various protein and pasta options that the dinner before you leaves you speechless.
Hank 1 and 2 take their seats on either side of you, their gaze on you.
“Are we out of stuff? I can grab some things at the store. I know how much you guys love meat.” You manage to squeak out, wondering if you were at fault.
“Nah, homie, we’re covered. But, dessert is going to be… extra filling tonight.” Hank 1 responds, practically hearing the wink in his tone. The pause also does not evade your attention and now you’re hung up on his words.
Steps descend the stairs, and the three Hanks appear, taking their seats.
“Oh, right on time!” The three exclaim.
“Dig in, everyone! Just make sure to leave room for dessert!” Hank 2 chimes out, and they all chuckle.
They all help themselves to the spread, happily munching down or slurping up. In your bewilderment, you also manage to scope up a little bit of everything.
Despite how light the meal is, it tastes fantastic. Nor does it take long to clear up. You finish just a few moments behind the Hanks, who have begun gathering all the silverware and dishware. This time, Hanks 3, 4 and 5 take their places in the kitchen, beginning the process of cleaning. Hank 1 and 2 help you out of your chair, with Hank 2 taking your hand, leading you towards the stairs.
The ascension is unusually quiet, save for the sound of your climb. Hank 2 guides you to your bedroom, your heart skipping a beat. But, he walks past your bed, letting go of your hand, opening the door to your bathroom.
You step in and gasp. Before you, you see rose petals carefully and thoughtfully surrounding the tub on the floor, forming a path to it. There are scented candles lit and stern along the countertop of the sink, a gentle aroma of lavender and lemon filling the air.
Petals lay across most of the lip of the tub, a giant gap left on its entrance to allow you in without fear of knocking them into the tub.
Hank 1 walks past you carefully, turning the water on. As the water rises, steam pierces the surface. Before turning the facet off, he pulls out from behind the tub a brand new bottle of bubble bath solution, pouring some in. Bubbles now form on the water’s surface, and it is stilled upon the facet being closed.
“Well? What do you think?” Hank 2 asks, grinning ear to ear. You can’t help but mimic him before giving him and Hank 1 a kiss.
“Wow, you guys did all this for me? Thank you!” They smile and you are wrapped into a group bear hug.
“So, this is the dessert, then?” They chuckle, both moving back to the open door.
“Nahh, this is more the sampler of the dessert! Now, go on ahead and get soaked up, babe. We’ll check back in later.”