Gender Bent Hankinator - Crack RP w/ Yoshi <3
Dermott's small pocket knife scraped the metal shavings from the doorknob onto the floor. Damn. Breaking and entering could be such a bitch! But he was going to do it in under 5 minutes... 6 minutes. Okay 7. 7! He'd do it under 7 miutes to show Hank he could. Give him a break his hands were sweaty. Apparently hank hadn't been framiliar with the
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Hank playfully tossed the purple panties he had raided for Dermott's sake at him.
That little figure all snug in the scandalous attire, almost had him to distracted to catch the "gift." Eyes widening as he stretched out the tight little panties before examining up Hank's body.
Hank>>>Gonna need those back though...I totally wanna mess with Dean later. But as you can see, those are just a small part of your present...
Hank grinned, sinking back down in the bed and motioning Dermott to come and join him.
Dermott stuffed the frilly gift into his back pocket as he advanced towards Hank, growling sensuasly at him.
Dermott>>> and why would I ever consider give'n you those pussy blocking things back?
He asked all smiled as he pushed Hank down onto the bed with on hand on his collar bone
Hank>>>Cuz those are Triana's and I wanna prank Dean with 'em some how. Buuuuut, you can keep what I'm currently wearing after you take it off me, if ya like
Hank ran his finger down his white nighty very, VERY slowly...
Dermott pulled them back out of his pocket quickly, just slightly distracted by Hank's traveling finger.
Dermott>>> aw, I thought they were your friggin panties.
Dermott>>> But, I'll take that offer.
He grinned as he put his lips to the delicate, soft, purring neck of the now feminine Venture.
Hank>>>Mmmm...I figured you might...
Hank moaned softly, as Dermott kissed his sensitive neck
Dermott's smile grew wider at the moan as he took Hank's thin hand in his, moving it lower while lifting the silky little number up and slipping Hank's hands between his own legs.
Dermott>>> Well, since it's, MY birthday....
He chuckled.
Dermott>>> than ya gotta do what I want
Hank flushed, already feeling a little...wetness between his own legs. He ran his hand delicately up and down over his white panties before looking back up at Dermott.
Still holding onto Hank's hand, he made it caress the wettening area.
Dermott>>> Touch yourself.
He ordered with a smile.
A half sincere, yet, very VERY sly smile.
Hank>>>OOoooh...mmm....m'k...
Hank was...MORE than happy to oblige! As he sped his hand up faster along the moistened fabric
Dermott watched as Hank became flushed below him as his slender fingers ran in circles on the cotton.
Hank>>>Mmmm...ok...ok I'm really wet now...n-now what?
Hank squirmed under his own touch...waiting for his next “order.”
...which he was HOPING would be "slip outta that slip" or something like that...
Dermott was way ahead of him
His hands were rolling up Hank's lovely laundre, pulling down the panties.
His tongue just sticking out slightly as he did so.
Hank's legs spread a little as Dermott yanked down his underwear...hand still resting on his wet crotch as he watched Dermott with big, blue eyes.
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