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Becoming a MAG agent was a weird thing that happened to Hank already. The longer arm, the larger body, it was weird and awkward and it made him feel stupid. After the run in with the Auditor and a retreat one they had dealt with Tricky he and Sanford had met up with Doc and gone into hiding to recover.
Hank noticed his body hurt, the large red arm he had now constantly getting bumped into things, whacking his head on doorways when he’d forget to duck, he wasn’t used to the changes.
And there were a lot of changes.
When Doc was helping to patch him up the man had awkwardly pointed out that Hanks cock looked different. It was red, like his arm, and not shaped like a normal human cock anymore. The base was thick and got thinner up at the tip, which now flared upwards and the slit looked larger than before. Doc said if it wasn’t causing him any pain or discomfort then it wasn’t anything to worry about.
Hank had then spent that night not really pleasuring himself, but he did look over his cock and look at its new shape, surprised that the base seemed harder than the rest of it.
His cock was something to push aside though as there were more important things to work on, such as getting The Auditor to actually die and attempt to get the halo back from him. Until that was done Hank would be staying a MAG- there wasn’t currently any way they had to change him back regardless.
That was the plan though, and if anyone from around knew anything, plans never came without a change or a twist. This was a twist.
Hank started to have issues. Especially around a certain team member who he’d come to care for while they were trapped in the Auditors hell together. Although he was buff, and was tall, to Hank he was small- and he’d seen how scared the man could get and it made him want to protect him. As well as other things.
Heightened senses were something that happened to him upon turning into a MAG, and he always seemed honed in on where Sanford was at any time. Upstairs, downstairs, in the kitchen, not in the house, it was driving Hank up a wall.
One thing Hank knew for sure is he wanted to fuck Sanford and breed him.
Which was why as soon as he got the chance to Hank grabbed the smaller man and slung him over their shoulder, carrying him into his room where he tossed the man down on his bed. Hank climbed on top of him, looming over Sanford who stared up at him with wide eyes- his glasses skewed from the handling.
“H- hey Hank.” Sanford grinned, staring up at the MAG-ed man that was hovering over him. “What can I do for you?” Hank didn’t say a word, just stared down at Sanford until the man looked him over and caught sight of what was bothering them. “Oh-“ Sanford flushed a deep red, seeing the front of Hanks pants straining with his hard cock. “Could’ve just said something.”
Hank took that as a sign to do what he wanted and he grabbed Sanfords hips quickly, yanking him upwards. Sanford let out a yelp at the sudden movement, taking a moment to remove his sunglasses and toss them onto the side table.
Hank barely too the time to get Sanfords pants off, growling low in his throat as his large fingers fumbled with the button. Sanford attempted to help but found his hands swatted away. Eventually Hank did get them off- though Sanford was pretty sure he heard fabric tearing.
Sanford was, embarrassingly so, easy to turn on. The rough treatment from Hank, mixed with seeing how hard he was had Sanford already wet and dripping, his clit twitching and reddened. Hank carefully, as to not hurt Sanford with their metal jaw, wrapped his mouth the best he could around Sanford, tongue pressing flat against his hole and moving upwards to his clit.
Moans came from Sanfords lips, making him cover his mouth since he KNEW Doc was home. Hank ate him out, and he did it well, enough to make Sanford flush from head to toe with a deep blush. He moaned into his hand, closing his eyes as Hanks tongue worked over him.
Hank continued, their tongue moving in and out of Sanford, wetting and spreading him open so he’d be ready. It was nice, listening to Sanford, fucking him with his tongue, but Hank could feel his cock twitching and felt like they were getting too uncomfortable.
They laid Sanford back on the bed, the man a shuddering mess already. Sanford opened his eyes to watch Hank as they got their own pants off, this time Sanford KNEW he heard fabric ripping since he also knew pants didn’t come off sideways. The thick cock between Hanks legs though had any thoughts about ruined clothes out the window.
“Jesus christ Hank.” Sanford breathed out, finding himself with his legs grabbed and spread wide. “Y- you think that’s gonna fit?”
“It will.” Hank growled out, grinding his cock against Sanford to pick up some of the mans wetness- and to rile him up more. Though with the way his cock was leaking Hank didn’t really feel he needed to do much more, the tip wasn’t huge like the rest and it wouldn’t hurt Sanford. He pressed into Sanford, the man below him bitting at his lip as Hank did his best to take it slow.
Hank took in a deep breath, his senses completely tuned into everything about Sanford. He way he looked, the way he gasped out softly as Hank moved inside of him, even the fucking way he smelled. It was intoxicating the way his senses were flooded with every part of him.
With a low growl Hank put his hands on the bed beside Sanfords hips and began to fuck into him with quick rough thrusts. The roughness made Sanford gasp out moans with each push into him, his hands grasping at Hanks arms. If the sounds they made together wouldn’t have told anyone what they were doing, then certainly the sound that Hanks bed made with each rhythmic movement certainly would.
The thought of it turned Hank on more so he thrust his hips upwards, pulling a loud choked moan from Sanfords lips. Sanford gasped out, breathing hard, his hand moving between his legs as he began to jerk himself off with each snapping thrust of Hank inside of him.
“Fuck, holy fuck.” Sanfords free hand clung to Hanks red arm, fingernails digging into the rough flesh. “C’mon Hank.” Sanford huffed out the words. “You said it’ll all fit.” He said it with a sort of teasing tone in his voice, but Hank took it as a challenge.
Hank grabbed Sanford, switching their positions so Hank was sitting on his knees and Sanford was lifted up, leaned up chest to chest with them. Hank growled, low, making Sanford shudder as Hank thrust up into him over and over again. They gripped Sanfords hips, moving him up and down on his cock with each thrust, pushing Sanford down onto him until his cock as almost completely in him.
Sanford clenched his eyes, feeling himself getting stretched, Hanks hands on his hips, and with the new angle he was getting hit in all the right spots. Sanford couldn’t hold back as he came, clenching around Hank, fingers digging into their shoulders.
“Ohh my fucking god.” Sanford moaned, Hank still continuing his thrusts- though they had slowed slightly upon feeling Sanford cum. Hank also felt insanely close, having been so horny beforehand he’d have cum in his pants had Sanford even touched him right.
Though this time, instead of the usual feeling of cumming, Hank felt different. He pressed himself as fully into Sanford as possible as he felt… Something. Which Sanford did as well.
“Wh- whoa what the fuck is that?” Sanford pushed away from Hank to attempt to look down, but found himself still grabbed onto so he couldn’t move too far as he was held still. Sanford watched with wide eyes as Hank’s cock pulsed and he felt something inside of him. “Hank?”
Hank didn’t respond, their hips moving only slightly now, gently as the feeling kept coming. Over, and over, he felt something slide up through his cock and then out of it, into Sanford and nestled deep in him. Sanford shuddered with each feeling, clit throbbing in excitement. He reached down and gently began rubbing himself off again, watching as his belly grew with round bumps.
“Hank, jesus- are you-“ Sanford bit his lip, gripping at Hanks arm for leverage as he leaned back. “Are you laying eggs in me?” His voice was almost a whisper and Hank grunted, unsure what to say to him.
There had to have been at LEAST six of them in him already- though he hadn’t really been counting- and Sanford wondered how long it would go on, with Hank still pressed inside of him and the feeling of becoming as stuffed and full with the rounded objects, he was once again pushed to the edge and came again.
Hank very carefully laid Sanford back on the bed, moving his hips only a few more times. Three more of the rounded objects and then Hank felt an overwhelming sensation. He growled, gripping at the bedsheets under the two of them hard enough to tear through the fabric as he felt himself cum.
Sanford did NOT think he could stretch anymore but Hank just always loved to prove him wrong. The man came inside of him, filling him up to a point where Sanford was genuinely worried he’d break apart, the feeling though having him let out almost a whimper.
Hank felt much, much better. Pulling out of Sanford after catching their breath he laid beside him, his red arm going around Sanford almost protectively.
“Hank.” Sanford muttered out his name. “You never cease to surprise me big man.” Hank huffed, nuzzling into Sanfords shoulder, his hand gently rubbing over Sanfords stomach.
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“Eggs.” Doc said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re telling me you let Hank lay eggs inside of you?” Sanford shrugged, blushing somewhat.
He had come to Doc after gathering himself together, cleaning himself up of course before stumbling down to Docs lab.
“Well. It just sort of, happened.” Doc sighed, getting up from his chair as he motioned for Sanford to lay back on the table. Sanford did so and Doc put on a pair of gloves, walking over to Sanford to gently press on his stomach.
Gently and carefully he examined the other man, feeling the hard objects inside of him as he attempted to count them. “Feels like twelve.” Doc mumbled. “Well. I don’t think we’ve ever dealt with anything like this.”
“Obviously.” Sanford said, sitting up as Doc moved away from him. “So, what now?”
“Well. I guess we’ll see? They’ll probably come out… Eventually.” Sanford groaned, getting up from the table, mumbling on his way out that Doc was no help.