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Everyone has long since accepted the fact that Deimos was an avid smoker, and have more or less become accustomed to it.

Maybe except the Doc, who still gave some effort to hide his cigs now and then, but for the most part, no one would bat an eye at the ever common image of Deimos sparking a flame from his thumb for a quick smoke.

He wasn't excessive to the point of being impolite though.
If someone expressed their displeasure at the smoke, he'd just shrug and snub it out. He saw no reason to get into a tussle over it, and so he didn't. That was that.

Not this time.

Nobody knew what it was but, for the past week or so, Deimos had really upped the ante. Whereas before he'd smoke maybe a handful on the slow days, now he was burning through a handful packs.

It was damn dreadful to watch, but even more dreadful to be near.
Which, Sanford was fairly often. And ever since their team up, Hank as well.

But it wasn't only that.

Coupled with his sudden increase in smoking, was an even more sudden souring of attitude.
Deimos, was cranky.

He was normally more laidback; the one to make a wise crack every so often or pull mini pranks on people for shits and giggles.
So to see him snap at everything and anything that ticked him off even in the slightest, was a bizarre change to say the least.

Being his partner and all, Sanford especially had the misfortune of witnessing or receiving his outbursts ever since his mood plummeted down to the depths of hell, and needless to say, he was getting fed up.
He thought it would pass in a day or two, but by the fifth, he was at his wit's end.

The final push to topple it all over, just so happened to be during a long, long drive.

Doesn't matter what for, nor where to. All Sanford knew, was that after hours upon hours of growing tension from not being able to move or stretch (or bash a grunt's skull in), and Deimos' smoking filling their van to the brim.. he was just about ready to snap himself.

"..Dei."
Sanford tried diplomacy first, knowing full well it was going to fail.

Deimos was currently seated in the back with him, leaning against an open window as he idly gazed out of it. "Hrm."

"I know you like your smoke breaks and all, but, d'ya think you could tone it down a bit?"

Expectedly, Deimos merely shrugged. "Hm."

"..." Sanford sighed, cutting to the chase.
"Deimos, why have you been smoking so much more these days?"

The cig hanging from Deimos' lip ticked up.
"Dunno."

"Don't give me that man."

"It's not.." Deimos took a lingering drag on his stick, spewing out the foggy smoke as he flicked it out the window. "..I'm just, I don't fuckin know. Stressed, I guess."

He swiftly pulled out a new one from a front pocket, lighting it up with his thumb all in the same hand and twirl.
Now while Sanford always did appreciate his abilities (and just how plain cool it was), he couldn't bring himself to this time around. Not when Deimos blew another lengthy wisp of grey into the air, making Sanford irritably wave the ashy cloud away from him.

"Think you could try to de-stress some way other than smoking in my car??"

"Hah!" Deimos barked his signature cackle, only a tad harsher. "That's a laugh. Considering I'm the one who drives nine times out of ten. One bein Hanky boy right now."

He motioned a cig to the front, where Hank had been silently driving them after Deimos claimed his complimentary smoke break. Usually, they'd last a good ten minutes, but today, he's been puffing away for nearly half an hour by now.

"Deimos, I'm serious. Knock that shit off, it's starting to make me nauseous. Plus, I bet Hank isn't liking being suffocated here either."

"Pfft- sorry but, I doubt a bit of smoke is gonna bother that fucking beast."
Inhale, exhale. "..Besides, least I rolled down the windows."

"With all your smoking, they might as well be closed!"

"Say." Deimos lowered his headphones to scritch at a ear. "How about, you fuckin do something about it then, instead of nag nag nagging at me all day, huh?"

Sanford's eye twitched. Aside from this being the first time he's ever seen Deimos become so pissy as a default, his stupid, arrogant nonchalance was really starting to rub him up the wrong way.
In several wrong ways.

It was annoying.

Scowling, he let his vexation rip up as he shifted toward Deimos, plucking the cigarette Deimos was about to light up out of his hands, then tossing it out to the blurring grey landscape outside.

Deimos didn't react at first, more stunned Sanford actually took up his rouse than anything else. Then,
"Ohhh, so you think that's gonna do anything? Cute."

Irked, Sanford whipped the entire pack away from Deimos as soon as he slipped it out, throwing it all the way to the back trunk behind the last row of seats.
Still, Deimos goaded on.

"You think I don't have more boxes on me San? News flash, I've been known where Doc hides all my crap. I just ration it out. But, not this week--just, lemme have this fucking week alri--"

"No Deimos." Sanford resolutely anchored down a hand before it could try and reach into an inner coat pocket. "Enough is enough."

"Says who!"

"Me!!"

"Yea? You and what MAG? Lay off."

Sanford wanted to shriek to the scarlet heavens above when Deimos tried to sneakily get at a cig with his other hand. He held that one down too.

"Dei." His voice held warning, a lilt of mounting anger tainting it. "Don't make me do anything I'll regret."

"Oh? Oh, like fucking what. You gonna kill me? How about smoke all my cigs for me?? Maybe eve-nnmf!?"

Deimos made a muffled exclamation in his throat, words wholly forgotten as Sanford roughly shut him the fuck up with a kiss.

...There was the briefest of seconds where the both of them parted and froze, understandably not knowing what the hell to do.. but, Sanford must've gotten provoked again by something (in the name of god's tits did Deimos taste like all the exhaust pipes in the world) because he crashed right back into him in a growl, pouring out his frustrations in the form of a harsh bite along his lower lip and--

Alright.

Alright. So, you can't really blame Deimos for being, a little shocked at the interesting turn of events here. Nor can you blame him for groaning into the kiss; a rush of tense anticipation agitating his lips, face, wherever else.

But you could sure as heck blame him for everything else.

They didn't drop the argument; only its words, in favor of aggressively taking it out on each other's mouths.
Deimos snarled at how fired up the kiss grew, lips chewed red as their tongues both intertwined and.. basically just shoved against one another in an almost funny bout of sexual rage.

Sanford swallowed his partner's considerably longer tongue, releasing a wrist to grope a hip instead, and Deimos let his freed hand wander over too, wildly feeling out every tense ridge of muscle in his abs or arms or so.

It was, in all honesty, a genuinely effective outlet for a tiny chunk of Deimos' bottled up irritation.
A really good one.

One that got a whole lot better when Sanford decided to brush his fingers, testing, against Deimos' upper thigh.

To his surprise, the touch was near electric, sparks shooting up his spine and down his fingertips in quick succession. It's nothing Deimos hadn't felt before, but that's the thing- they felt darn close to new, and that's when it all began to click in his head.

Deimos groaned, head leaning back against the seats in a wince, and Sanford raised a brow at the excess reaction. He tried it again, more boldly this time with a full stroke up the inner leg, and Deimos flinched hard, breathing becoming sparse.

"Huh."
Sanford's lips quirked up as he resumed the kiss, speaking into the shuddery pants as he let the same hand crawl up even higher till it practically pressed up into his groin, reveling in just how much Deimos coiled up from every move.

So THIS was apparently what he needed.
He was "pent up".

Deimos let another shiver run through him as Sanford focused his efforts to palming the growing bulge in his pants, his other hand finally fully letting Deimos go to tend to his own.
"Y'know, you could've just said so Dei."

He huffed, gripping at Sanford's biceps, clawed. "Shut up and k-keep doing what you're doing."

At that, Sanford outright manhandled Deimos' not-at-all-subtle boner, making him grunt in wet shock. "I don't think you're really in the position to be givin orders here. Try again."

Deimos shot him a glare, but it dropped when Sanford's hand did, leaving him utterly unstimulated.

Nothing.

"You lil-" He groused, shaking his head. Still stubborn, Deimos merely tried to continue himself, but Sanford easily caught both his wrists, raising them up and behind the headrest.

"Try again."

Sure, Sanford looked relatively serious and calm, but Deimos has spent more than enough time with him to know when he was hiding a shit eating grin, and he strained against the hold, to no avail.
When Sanford's other hand lowered to hover but a centimeter above Deimos' self, blasted heat radiating from it teasingly, Deimos broke just a tiny bit.

"Urgh--ffine! I.. Sanford, can you..." His ears burned for all to see without the headset, and he griped, "..Can you pretty please touch me."

Sanford tried holding up the act for a little longer, but soon cracked himself. Letting his bemusement shine through, he unceremoniously slipped a hand down beneath the belt, and Deimos surged forward (or, tried to anyway) in a breathy rasp.

"Shhit.."

Tapping at the wet bead of precum on the tip of his--frankly--embarrassingly hard cock, Sanford toyed with him a moment before giving him the firm pumps he craved at last.

Deimos hissed, taken aback at how intense every stroke felt, striking in how quickly the warmth from his nether regions spread out to cover his legs and chest. Tingling.
"Fuck! San, keep goi--"

Sanford cut him off with a soft bite to his shoulder, tutting, "Remember. Not really the boss here."

Deimos shook like a leaf, almost offended at how steadily Sanford was getting him off. It wasn't nearly half as fast as Deimos would've liked it, needed it, but it's what he was getting.

It.. frustrated him, but in a completely different sense than before.

This kind of frustration bubbled high up in his throat, piping hot and yearning to be let out, and after a few minutes of literally no tempo change whatsoever, it spilled over in the form of a whine.

No words. Just a long, pitched keen of nothing as Deimos' hands grasped at air. "H-hey, come on 'Ford-"
He tried to jut his hips up into the dripping hand, getting just one relieving pump before Sanford hurriedly let go entirely and jesus, he almost wanted to cry.

"Ah-ah Dei, you already kno.."

Sanford didn't get far into his reprimand, jaw falling slack as he refocused on the unfairly mouthwatering sight of Deimos STILL trying to thrust up into anything he could, poor thing.

In absence of the hand, Deimos squirmed and tried to rub his aching dick into the rumpled clothes that got snapped back on, fabric dampening slightly from all the precum as he hopelessly undulated, all desperate and--oh, may the lord strike him down with lightning when Deimos whimpered in that husky voice he loved so much,

"Please j-just, fuck me already please!"

The van pulled over, screeching to a halt on a shoulder of the abandoned freeway, and the two conveniently recalled the fact that, hey, Hank was still driving them, and had probably been listening to them wank off like a pair of drunken horny teenagers in the back of a taxi the whole flipping time, holy crap.

Deimos and Sanford warily glanced at each other as Hank leapt from the front section to the back. He was too tall to stand comfortably in the large van, head hunched over, but he still managed to look menacing as he crossly stared at them, hands on hip.

"Uhm... you, wanna switch shifts?" Deimos tried.

Hank pinched his temples in a low sigh, flippantly gesturing downward (and- oop, yup, yeah he was hard alright) in an altogether exasperated manner, as it was technically their faults he was now riled up against his will.
And, it wasn't like he could prevent it or simply ignore them either.

Aside from it just being a natural bodily reaction, hearing all of Deimos' annoyingly delicious moans and NOT being able to do something about it was a whole other kind of hell and a half.
So, Hank decided to do something about it; swerving over to park upon Deimos' watery plea because- fuck off with that.

Sanford sheepishly shrugged. "Sorry?"

Hank took off his goggles just so he could roll his eyes to the nearby ceiling, then glared at them (Deimos in particular) as if he expected them to take care of his not-so-little problem and.. no, no wait, that's exactly what he was expecting.

Sanford hooked up his shades to match, curiously eyeing Hank as Deimos tried to come up with an adequate response that combined both "My bad" and "Are you kidding, you've got a fifth limb over there, ain't no way in purgatory-"

"Alright."

Sanford beat him to it, and Deimos gawked at him--the both of them--incredulously.

"Huh?!" Grip loosened from the interruption, Deimos wrest his arms free to cross them. "The hell do you mean by alright??"

Sanford gave him a deadpan look as he rose from the seats, and Deimos was only narrowly able to jump out in time once he realized Sanford was folding them in.
This van model often doubled up as a mini transport vehicle, as the seats were removable. In this case, you could pack them down and move them back for more free space.

"Sorry, lemme translate for you." He hooked the final seat into place, turning to him. "What I mean is; hey Hank, come over and help me fuck this smoking bastard senseless would ya?"

Deimos' tongue faltered, mouth parting at his words. He continued,

"Because apparently, I'm gonna need some help to teach you a lesson and actually make it stick for once."

He gulped, stepping back and straight into Hank's chest. He looked up at the towering man, bewildered.

"..This 'fucking beast', agrees."
Deimos felt his soul disintegrate.

"Uh.. is it... too late for an apology?" B for effort; he nervously chuckled.

To his disbelief, Hank easily picked him up by the arms, haphazardly tossing him onto the retracted cushions as some makeshift mattress. He sputtered as Sanford joined him on it, cupping a cheek.

He didn't give an answer. All he did offer, was a sweet (little too sweet really) smirk, and that's it.

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Doc might get a tad pissed at them for taking a detour in the middle of their drive, but none of them could really be hard pressed enough to care.

Especially not Deimos.

Over the past stretch of negligible time, he wasn't sure if he'd even be able to try and keep track of it.

It's been so long since the last time he's had any sort of sexual reprieve, he was certain he'd cum almost instantly under both his colleagues' ministrations. Sanford's handjob already had him fairly worked up, so he didn't expect whatever the heck they were about to do to take too long.

In other words, he expected their quickie to be... quick.

Not.. not this special flavor of torture he was being subjected to.

"Ugn!! Fuckin shit Sanford I'm gonna-!" Kill you, he wanted to say, but couldn't, because Sanford had yet again edged him to the goddamn brink, pulling his hand away from his poor, poor cock right as he felt the orgasm swell. It always left him to crash into a wall of pure, hollow want, and it was both horrible and infuriatingly sexy.
He seethed through his teeth, trembling. "Think I get why they put torture on your wanted list now."

Deimos' nails were essentially mini claws compared to Sanford's, often jagged and sharp, so he had his arms held back behind him again, courtesy of Hank--who by the way, was decently content to just watch Sanford tease Deimos again and again, fingering his ass with both lube (no, Sanford will not admit to how long they had to rummage through the back for that), and the copious amounts of precum provided by Deimos.

They've long since shucked away any clothing in the way, but Deimos still felt beyond hot and sweaty, feverish amounts of blazing heat splashing his entire head from the neck up at every cruel denial.
This was the fourth.

"Maybe I wouldn't have to do it so much if you didn't get close so easily." Sanford muttered before swirling a tongue on the throbbing tip again, hand squeezed around the base as he scissored Deimos wider.

"F-fuck. Off!"
Not only were Deimos' arms securely pinned by a singular hand from Hank (there was no escaping that death grip), but his other hand took much liberty in caressing Deimos' torso, frequently thumbing a nipple or--if he felt like being a dick--pinching it.
His long legs wrapped around Deimos' hips, keeping his thighs spread apart enough for Sanford to work him.

Usually, Deimos would despise the fact that he was the shortest of the trio, but right now, all it served to do was hilariously turn him on all the more. Being stuck between two ridiculously ripped physiques was doing him no favors in lasting any longer, he can say that much.
..Not to mention, Hank's hands could probably wrap around his whole waist if he tried hard enough...

"Okay, I think you're prepped enough." Sanford's fingers exited out of him, and Deimos sighed.
He would've tried longer to better locate Deimos' happy button, but.. well, he was human too. He had patience, but not industrial-sized barrels of it. "Roll him over."

Deimos shakily stretched once Hank let him go, barely refraining from just finishing himself off right then and there, teetering off the cliff. "I'm right here y'kno-woah!"

Hank took no pains in flipping Deimos over like a hapless pancake, shoving him off the cushions onto his knees.

"Dude." Deimos grumbled, but before he could tell him off, Hank roughly grabbed Deimos by the head, unraveling a few bandages in the process.
Bringing him closer, Hank shifted to sit at the edge of the cushions, legs widening to what may as well have been a third leg, damn him. "Christ.. how you walk with that shit in your pants is beyond me."

Hank typically keeps from talking when he can, but he could spare a quip "Shut up, and suck me off" here.

Sanford propped Deimos' hips up, taking a moment to blemish a hickey on the fat as Deimos wrapped two hands around the stupid long dick. Heeding, he used his mouth for something other than his favorite pass time of yapping, hesitantly licking up and down the girth.

Hank hummed, leaning back. He's been doing nothing but waiting while Sanford got to have all the fun thus far, so he let his eyes close at the sensation, Deimos' glossy tongue melting him as it twirled about the end.
Old waves of pleasurable thrill rumbled up his core, tensing and relaxing different muscles, and Hank chased the warm, warm cavern.

Maybe they all needed a good stress fuck now and again, come to think of.

Deimos made a sudden noise against the cock, and Hank opened his eyes to Sanford slowly entering Deimos, trailing chaste kisses up his back. Deimos' brow furrowed, eyes clenched as he wrapped his lips around Hank tighter, mindful of his fangs.
Hank fisted the increasingly spilling hair, encouraging him to go deeper in mini tugs.

Sanford, in his opinion, was being far too gentle. Had they allowed him to have a go at Deimos first, he'd have been more than happy to burrow himself in that tiny hole completely with just a single thrust.
..Then again, he supposed that's exactly why Sanford took the lead. Fella always harbored something soft for Deimos.

Still, he grunted at the mental image, and once Deimos got to sucking him down halfway, he figured he waited enough.

"Grk-!!" Deimos startled as Hank shoveled himself in further, thrumming throat spasming around the cock a few times before it gave to gagging. Hank shivered, feeling his length get lathered in oozing tongue, and he wanted to hold him there.
But just then, Sanford made a warning snap with his fingers, and he relented.
Wouldn't want to break his jaw or anything.

"Goddamn Hank." Coughing, Deimos wiped at his eyes as he recovered.

Unprompted, Hank shuffled on the seats so that he was leaning against a wall. Clued in, Sanford got it and moved both him and Deimos over so that they were now all lined up on the cushions.

"Relax Hank." Sanford muttered, resuming his steady insert. "You'll get your turn eventually."

"Wait, for real?" Deimos craned his head back. "Are you serious? That shit's not gonna fi--"

Everything tilted.

Numbing almost, peculiarly so, but as Deimos gained back his senses, he soon pieced together what the hell just happened.

Finding himself slumped over from his elbows giving out at the surprise burst of pleasure, he stayed that way--ass up and all--as he half laughed and half wheezed,
"Do that again."

Sanford grinned, angling his cock (which by the way, was in no sense not a difficulty. fucker was thick as Deimos was long) so to hit the same spot again. He jerked his hips forward, and Deimos' hands scrambled to scratch the seats.

"Augh! R-right there, ri--nmm!!"

Bolstered, Sanford decided he was more than stretched enough, and let loose, starting a good rhythm slapping into him. Deimos moaned hard, body flooding with that addictive ripple of subtle bliss, top to bottom.

He was still adjusting to Sanford, but any burning discomfort got quickly overwhelmed by that veil of heat, covering him wholly in singing layers. "Hah--yeah, j-jus keep-!"

Hank snapped him out of his lust-driven daze, lifting Deimos back on his hands. Sticking a thumb into Deimos' agape mouth, he pried the jaw more open.

"O-ok, okay big guy, I can take a hint."
Deimos returned to the blowjob, flinching forward every minute or so from Sanford plunging into him faster, bit by bit. Bobbing his head up and down, he kept from going all the way, just working the upper half again.
Hank gave a moan at the gulping throat, wetly constricting around him over and over.

Now, Deimos was no doubt enjoying getting tagged on both ends here, but this whole time, his own cock had been left utterly neglected.
He tried to sneak a hand underneath to it, but Sanford somehow caught the move and slapped it away.

He growled, which in turn made Hank huff at the hair-rising vibrations engulfing his cock. Deimos wanted to--and would've--complained, but Hank refused to let him off, his hands keeping him in place by the back of his head.

Not knowing what else to do with his spasming hands, he used them to shoddily pump the rest of what he couldn't deepthroat, and Hank gave a rewarding brush of his hair at that. A good bundle of the bandages had fallen apart, hanging loosely down his longer locks by a thread.

Hank's breath hitched upon realizing he was getting close, and when Deimos took to slurping up the voluminous dribble of precum spilling from the head, eyes half-lidded and looking up at him for approval, that's when Hank took off his mask to abruptly yank Deimos up, tugging him in for a kiss.

Sanford looked mildly surprised that Hank would actually bother with kissing, but didn't say anything otherwise, too lost in scrambling Deimos' fiery insides, making good effort to grind against the prostate as much as he can.

Deimos, on the other hand, was more than a little startled, but he threw his arms over the broad shoulders anyhow as Hank practically fucked into his mouth with his tongue.
He doesn't think the guy's french kissed anyone for a while, but what the heck.

"Mmnh--Sanford, c'mon.." Deimos popped away briefly, grunting at a particularly deep lunge inside. "..I can't c-come from only behind, lemme-"

"Nope." Sanford leaned forward into Deimos' back, pressing a peck into his nape that could almost be seen as apologetic. "Unless, of course.. you give up smoking."

Evil, this motherfucker. Evil. "Be serious."

Sanford hmmed for a moment, notably not answering as he then thrust himself all the way in, to the hilt. Deimos choked, face buried into Hank's pec, "S-son of a f..!"

He broke into a series of gutted moans as Sanford rapidly railed him, yelping when Hank decided to slither a tongue down his throat, occasionally darkening scattered hickeys on his neck that'll be an absolute bitch to cover up, thanks.

Overwhelmed, and not allowed to touch himself, Deimos couldn't do much else but grasp onto Hank fruitlessly as Sanford went in on him, driving him maddeningly close to the drop off, but as always, just a hair away.

"Pl-please, fuck, fuck!! I gotta--"

Deimos gave in, a hand shooting down to jerk his cock up, letting out a shudder at the sheer amount of relief he felt.

All, rather short lived unfortunately, as Sanford made sure to make him regret that move by pulling out of him altogether, leaving him suddenly gaping around nothing.

"Sanford!" 
Deimos seethed, twisting his back to glower at him, incredulous. "If you d-"

"I didn't want to cum just yet anyway." Sanford beckoned him down calmly. He clearly had to execute some iron will not to just fill Deimos up then and there, but he was also pretty resilient when it came to holding off. "Hank?"

Finally.

Hank could only spectate Deimos get wrecked for so long.

Somewhat eager, he pushed at Deimos' chest to make him fall on his back. Sanford adjusted behind to have Deimos lay flush against him, while Hank settled between his splayed legs, squeezing out the rest of the lube bottle's contents for himself- because really, they were gonna need it.

All this happened within a smooth blink of an eye, and Deimos was left reeling. "Uhp- okay. So, like I said. There's no way, that's gonna be abl--holy fuck!!"

He didn't curse at Hank entering him or anything yet, but rather, from the head nudging against his entrance alone. If Deimos was a bit above average in length, and Sanford in girth, then this greedy bastard took it all, how on earth.

Sanford had honestly done well in assuring that he'd be able to take him, and he definitely was more loosened up but... this??

"Impossible, come on guys." Deimos shakily reached up to grab at Sanford's forearms.
He shook it off in order to hook a hand each into the bend of Deimos' knees, pulling them all the way back into an eagle spread.

Hank repetitively slapped a finger on the puckered hole before slipping in two of them, curling them up to nudge against his already buzzing prostate. Deimos bit back any moans at how thick Hank's fingers were, and he attempted to relax himself.
"A-at least let me touch myself, fuck's sake San."

Hank was tempted, very much so, to just positively ruin the enticing image below.. but he restrained himself just a bit.
A tiny bit.

Ditching the fingers, he finally leaned his weight in to enter Deimos, the head getting shoved in at a much faster rate than Sanford went at.
Both Hank and Deimos groaned, Hank funnily enough being louder.
It was just so tight, despite Deimos getting effectively fucked like a ragdoll by Sanford not too long ago.

Deimos' toes curled as Hank resumed, and he gnawed the inside of his cheek at how much his rim had to stretch around Hank, occasionally yelping at a random shot of piercing pain. Sanford, taking some sympathy at last, decided now would be the best time to give his twitching cock some attention, releasing one leg to reach over and gently knead the shaft.

"Ah!! F-fucking, fina--augh--finally!!" Deimos' back arched up, head thrown to the side as he could feel the waves of barely retained pressure flood his body, freed after who knows how many minutes of being ignored.

His hips moved all on its own accord, helping to coax Hank in as his hole devoured him further. Hank propped Deimos' dangling leg atop his shoulder, then attempted a shallow rut into Deimos, but it turns out that was too much.

"W-wait-!" Deimos' hands dug into Hank's thighs, though that didn't seem to deter him very much. "Fuck, I d-dunno if I can-"

"Course you can." Sanford soothed over Deimos' tense abs with a hand, bending over to offer a tongue, and Deimos took it, dancing along in a needy mewl. It was almost tender.. for a cute minute or so anyway.

When Sanford abruptly sped up the handjob, he barely managed to keep his lips sealed against Deimos' as he keened.

"Hnnm!!" A rush of deep, spiking pleasure shot up his arms like heroin, making them feel weak.
It was as if Sanford was trying to make him cum right now, rudely kicking him towards climax, and hell was it working. After not being able to touch it for so long, it was no surprise that after only mere seconds of constant, speedy pumping, Deimos came in a strangled moan, cum spurting up to land on his chest.

"Shhitt!!"
Deimos jerked at the mindblowing release of stress, stretching his already spread legs out wider as he tried to keep his quivering to a minimum.
"Sanf.. 'Ford, oh my f-fuck."

Sanford's hand stayed on the streaming cock, slowly massaging him through the peak. The massaging gradually amped back up to idle fondling, and he didn't bother to stop even after Deimos fully wrung himself out.

"Wha.. S-San... Sanford I'm, fuckin spent.." Deimos chuckled weakly, trying and failing to swat at Sanford's hold with his frail-feeling arms. "Dude. C-come the fu--a-ahhn..!"

Through the cascades of intoxicating adrenaline, Deimos hardly noticed that Hank used his momentary daze to fully bottom out (somehow), filling him to the brim.
Actually, it was still hard to focus on, what with Sanford continuing to wank him off like the twat he was, but Deimos was coherent enough to feel the cock pulsing inside him, twitching.

He gave up trying to stop Sanford, instead feeling out the uncanny bulge he could make out in his lower abdomen and fuck that shouldn't be as hot as it was.

"H-Hank.. my god, you actually- ack!" What was it with everyone being so mean?? Sure, maybe he was a major jerkwad before, but did Hank really have to wiggle his hips side to side?
He bit his lip, unable to stop the low whimpers as Hank dragged himself out, nor the undignified squawk when he rammed right back in.

"AHHG-!!" Deimos' mind was getting torn between that heavy mass fucking him and Sanford still circling a thumb around his oversensitive cock, what gives.
"You--I- f-fuckin..!" He swallowed a gasp when Sanford began to milk him out even more firmly, his legs helplessly jolting up. "Gah!!"

"So.." Hank murmured, brow knitted as he bumped up the pace, humming whenever Deimos clenched around him. "..loud."

"E-excuse you." Deimos grunted, hands gaining back some, but not enough strength to slap Sanford's arm effectively. "You're not exactly hel--ah!--helping."

"It's good." Hank surmised, suddenly lifting Deimos up into his chest by his lower back, off of Sanford.
Deimos sighed at his dumb, revived cock getting a brief break, but once he figured out what new position Hank was rotating him into, he wanted to up and die.

"Hank. What are you doing." Deimos was now leaned back against Hank's reclined body, completely carried up by the knees, and he winced as he sunk back down on Hank's length. Facing Sanford now, he was giving Deimos this.. curious look? Contemplative.

"Maybe it could work?" Sanford half shrugged, wiping away the sweat on his forehead as he inched closer to where Deimos dangled.
Deimos grimaced, looping an arm behind Hank's neck for balance.

"Don't tell me you actually think you ca.. oh, oh there you go, you're doin it." Deimos looked down at Sanford prodding his dick--mind you, he didn't come yet--against Deimos' reddening rim.
"If my pelvis breaks, YOU TWO get to be the ones to explain to Doc why."

"You'll be fine." Sanford nestled in closer to Deimos' chest, returning that gosh darned hand back on to his wilting dick.
Deimos' calves rested up on Sanford's shoulders, getting wracked with seizure-like flinches at the mix of pleasure and pain stewing in his core from the relentless handjob. It tickled.

"Hah.. what if I can't walk after this?" Deimos half-joked, head tilting back when Sanford began to carefully ease himself in, on top of Hank's cock already stuffing him thoroughly.

"Serves you right then." Sanford smiled, using the same distraction of hurriedly jerking Deimos off. Only this time, every harsh flick made Deimos nearly jump out of Hank's hold.

"N-no you d--fuck!! I- aah! I-I'd like to remi--shit!!" Deimos stammered, heaving at how soon he could feel the next orgasm mounting up, and he tried to stave it off. "R-r-remind you h-how I already fu-ckin came! Cause it seems l-like you forgot."

"I didn't." Sanford squeezed out, preoccupied by the tight hole, sopping wet and clinging him in as he finally got the head through. "How.. many times can you go?"

Deimos grit his teeth, "Don't. Know."
He did. It was a hefty amount, if he were to be honest, but he didn't have it in him to elaborate right now. He felt like he was going to tear in half, unbelievably stretched around two thick cocks at once. "Urg!! D-don't you dare say it."

Sanford did anyway, the cheeky arse.
"Let's find out."

So far, they could tally two, as Deimos couldn't hold back the gates anymore after Sanford rolled the flat of his palm against the weeping cock's head, on top of the brisk pumps fondling his member. Ropes of thin cum spout out to splatter Deimos' thighs, mixing with the sheen of sweat covering him as he lurched into Sanford's chest in a silent howl.

Deimos shook as the inviting high gingerly passed, lungs punched out once he realized Sanford was now all in (or, as much as he could get in with Hank also there anyway), and he let out a disbelieving cry.

"M-m' not.. not..." Deimos wasn't sure where he was headed with that, simply stunned, so Sanford picked it up.

"What? Not broken in yet?" Sanford huffed, thrusting up a few times, which prompted Hank to start setting his own rhythm too.
Deimos whined, hands covering his eyes because it was too much, way too fucking much to handle two differently paced dicks having their way with him like this, he was going to dissolve into a puddle.

"Awh." Sanford pecked Deimos' forehead, hands roaming up and down his sprawled out legs. "We just want an apology is all."

"Really?" Hank rose a brow. "Because I want to fuck him."

Sanford rolled his eyes, moving to pull Deimos' hands down. "Okay, that. And an apology. For being such an asshat of an chimney."

Deimos pressed his lips together, still somehow finding the energy to be coy. "Not that I w-won't, but.. what'll happen if I don't?"

Sanford shared a brief look with Hank, before wrapping his drenched fingers around Deimos' self again. Deimos jerked away from the touch, hissing at the lightning that it induced.

"H-hold on, fuck I--ahck!!"

His throat got caught up on his own breath, making him cough as Hank just.. wordlessly ramped up the tempo to match it from when he was fucking him before.
And he didn't hold back either, stabbing in and out with abandon, his alleviated groans going directly into Deimos' ear and straight to his pitifully overworked dick.

Sanford opted to stay still, thank goodness, but his hand kept at mistreating his penis, which was entirely uncalled for, Deimos thinks.

"I-I'm sorr--shit, I came twice already-!" Deimos' head swayed back and fro, hand dragging down the muscular body responsible for his misery right now. "San, s-seriously."

Sanford leaned in to mouth at his jaw, tugging the foreskin all the way back, and then--may any god and deity out there curse him--furiously pumping the bared tip, slick fluids squelching almost as loudly as Hank's cock, still persistently burrowing into him.

"Oh my g--Sanford- I'm s-sorry!! Fffuck!" Deimos shouted, curling in at the cruel hand that, by the way, didn't stop at his apology. "Please, please please fuck, San, I-I can't come again. R-really!"

Sanford relished in Deimos' ruined voice, wracked with hiccups between his hoarse pleas. He could feel himself getting close, despite not having moved much himself; Hank's firm plunges doing more than enough in getting him off, sliding against his cock inside Deimos' soaked inners effortlessly.

"Mmn.. I think, I'd like to hear more heart in your apology, not gonna lie." Sanford shakily snickered and Deimos mock kicked out at him.

"Fu-ck San, it b-burns..!" And it did, his flushed cock sorely feeling as though it was set ablaze, growing more intense by the second.
Didn't help that Sanford's curved cock was settled right up against his swollen prostate too, stimulating it every time Hank bloody propelled himself in. A light haze of fire--oddly cool--spread up and up into his skull, dizzying.
"A-hah! Hank, my fuck I c-can't! C-c-can't--"

He wailed, trembling all over as Sanford buried his face into his neck, moaning into the dewy skin as he finally came inside Deimos. Pulling out midway, streams of translucent white spilled out to the cushions (cause, screw whoever cleaned these vans, right?) and over Deimos' ass.

Hank groaned, ramming in much easier now with all the added lubrication. The wet noises were downright unholy, and after Sanford recovered his breath and fully exited, he lazily cupped a fist around Deimos' distraught cock, letting Hank's lunging do much of the work.
The hand stayed still, but Deimos kept getting shoved into it with every hit by Hank and--this was illegal. He was very certain this was illegal.

"Hannk-!" Deimos didn't really get what the liquid running down his chin was until he tasted it. Ooh, salty.
"I-I'm, I-I.. fuck!!"
He babbled, sobbing at the doubling assault of scorching pleasure.

When Hank moved to lie on his back, Deimos still on top of him and getting railed into, he felt like he was getting fucked in a completely new way; Hank's cock now mercilessly grinding long drags against his prostate with every move, entire body on smoldering fire.

Stretching his tongue out in ecstasy, Deimos licked the air, and then eventually Sanford's dripping dick as it met the flailing thing.
Saddling him, Sanford steadied himself above Deimos (and by extension, Hank) to have Deimos sloppily clean him up. He reached a hand behind him to Deimos' quivering dick and..

Turns out, he was just one stroke away from jubilation, because for whatever reason, that feathery touch was the last straw--added between the warming cum inside him leaking out in fat droplets and Hank's violent slaps into him, jabbing directly into his hot spot...

Hm. Yeah, there goes vision.

The corners of his eyes got blotted out by static black as he--ridiculously--came a third time. Flashes of white peppered through everything else whilst he had yet another large wave of rapture slammed into him like a tsunami made of bricks, fuck all.

"S-San--haAAGHHFFFUCK!!"
Deimos probably cramped a leg or some shit, but whatever.
He was going through it, really going through it; convulsing through his singing screams and all. Especially since, with all his clenching, Hank came inside him not too long after, growling this feral fucking thing into his back as an unhealthy amount of cum filled him up, vast and coarse hands gripping his chest as he rode it out.

"H-hooly crap Hank, Hank it's--" Deimos shivered as all the juices forcibly stuffed inside of him till he could feel it weigh him down, sloshing.
Sanford got off of them, sitting to run a hand through all the pooling cum on Deimos' writhing flesh. He was drenched.

Hank gave a final groan as he slipped out, a thick waterfall of cum gushing out shortly. Deimos whimpered, labored panting not really recovering as he let himself go limp against Hank's rising chest.

Sanford waited for Deimos' slack legs to regain feeling, trembly from all the sticky globs seeping out of him minutely, before leaning over to brush his clean fingers through Deimos' hair.
It was all down by now (how could it not), raven black, and he played with the soft strands.
"..Still alive?"

Deimos' throat was a tad sore, so he threw up a weak thumbs up instead. Sanford laughed lightly. "And..?"

"..." Deimos' mind was swimming, so all he managed to scrounge at the moment was, "I'm not givin up my cigs 'Ford."

Sanford sighed, shaking his head. "I know Dei."

Hank sat up, pushing Deimos over like he were a sack of potatoes. After offering a dry "your breath tasted awful" and receiving a tired "yep" in return, he slid off of the cushions, starting to clean up.
Tossing a packet of wet napkins from the front to the others' general vicinity, he soon redressed and stretched, already knowing the two idiots were cuddling before even turning around.

"..Doc's gonna ask where we got these." Hank pointed out the random, thin scratches sprinkled across their body that managed to cut enough to bleed a little, unsure of exactly who was responsible for which mark.

Sanford propped a cheek on his hand, letting Deimos indulgently feel out his muscles (what? you would too) as the sapped man still struggled to calm his breathing. "Wild animals?"

"Really."

"It's raining nails."

"Better." Hank returned to the driver's seat, since Deimos was clearly going to be out of commission for the rest of the ride.

Both exhausted, Sanford had definitely expected Deimos to doze off before him, but what he blearily opened his eyes to was something not quite as welcoming.

"Are you kidding me."

"What!" Deimos sulked, caught red-handed with a single cigarette between his fingers. "I always have a smoke after sex, don't you??"

"No." Sanford groused.

"Aw come on.. please?" Deimos snuggled up closer to Sanford, and--he totally knew this was just a ruse to charm him, but..

"..." Sanford seriously ought to have looked away, but really, who was going to do that?
Discounting the afterglow of Deimos' skin, a faint blush still radiant on his face, was Sanford honestly going to say no to a Deimos that deliciously fucked out??
"..Oh- fine. But just one."

No. No of course he wasn't. Because he was weak.

Hank mirrored this sentiment with a snort, and Sanford flipped him off as Deimos happily sparked a flame.

"Hey uh, by the way.." Deimos announced to them both before lighting his cig. "...thanks. I kinda needed that."

Hank merely nodded acknowledgement, and Sanford smirked. "I think we all kind of needed that."

Deimos grinned, turning away to take a drag.

"...Think you'll need it again sometime next week?"

Deimos coughed his lungs out.