Hank/Dermott RP with Yoshi

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I'm kickin' this RP with my pal, Yoshi, on LJ! <3

While Dr. Thaddeus Venture was PROBABLY training his favorite son the ways of super science, his other son was leaning against the X-1, parked on the lawn; waiting for Dermott's mom to drop him off. Hank scoffed, while running his fingers through his new, shaggy mop. He and “Pop” had been fighting A

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Finally the framilar car driven by Dermott's mother dropped him off at the end of the long drive way. He stepped out of the front seat slamming the door behind him as him mother drove off again. He turned around to look at Hank, with a medium sized duffle bad hanging from his shoulder. He couldn't help but feel the slight tug in his heart seeing his brand new boy toy waiting so loyally for him, and he half smiled as he walked up the steps to the compound.

Dermott>>> Hey Hank. Cold?

He asked before lacing an arm through the smaller boy's and bending him to the side for a warm kiss on the cheek.

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Hank straightened his back up against the X-1 when he saw Dermott lumbering towards him. Then he settled back down into a lean, trying to look cool.

Hank>>>Hey! Heh, yeah a little...

Hank giggled as Dermott pecked his cheek. He had to pull away and SUPER DOUBLE CHECK before kissing his "dirty little secret" back.

Hank>>>Wanna go "warm-up" inside?

Hank nudged him, chuckling at his own "clever" word-play.

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Dermott, catching Hank's little pun, punched his arm playfully before taking it's favorite place around Hank's waist.

Dermott>>> Pfft, ya. Wait 'till you see what I snagged from my mom's room. Bunch of stuff. Figured we'd try going all the way this time, if you're up for it that is. Even managed to swipe a skin flick or two for demonstrational purposes. Even if we are a "thing," I still wanna try everything with you.

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Hank faked a smile, not wanting Dermott to think he was a weenus for not being able to take a punch. But his fake smile turned genuine when Dermott held him and offered his proposal.

Hank>>>Dude! Can you read my mind through the phone or something? That's why I wanted you to come over today!

His fingers toyed with the lapel on Dermott's thrift-store jacket as he elaborated.

Hank>>>Pop's gonna be in the lab all night and I told Dean you said you were gonna wail on him if he bugged us so...yeah.

Hank paused, actually THINKING about what he was going to say before he said it. For once.

Hank>>>I'm...ready, Dermott.

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Dermott's heart quivered at Hank's brave statment. It caught off guard a bit for him to phrase it like that, but REALLY turned him on. He pulling Hank even closer he kissed his lips trying to boost his courage. Even though Hanks aid he was ready, Dermott knew he was a bit nervous. His lips turned into a half smile when they left Hank's as he dragged him to his bedroom

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Hank gripped Dermott's jacket TIGHTER as Dermott kissed his nerves away...well, mostly away. Hank clutched Dermott's arm as he followed him up the stairs...Henry Allen Venture felt completely lost in the world of awkward humping, thrusting and grinding that boys his age were supposed to know by heart. But Hank couldn't help but smile and cling tighter to Dermott when he promised not to be..."a Swedish Fuck Machine" or whatever Brock used to call it...he wish Brock were here, to prepare him for this

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From behind the closet doors Dean contemplated the conversation. Great, now if he got caught BOTH of those bullies would grind him into mince meat! Wait.. why was Hank looking so, "open?" Dean wondered referring to Hank's open legged position.... Count Cockula? In Space? Why would anybody mix a classic horror character with science fiction? He kept quiet as he further examined what was to come

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As the almost laughable sci-fi porno kept rolling, Hank snuggled closer and CLOSER to his boyfriend...to the point where Hank was threatening to crawl INSIDE of the thrift-store jacket with Dermott.

Hank had...never SEEN anything like this before! And while it was definitely working him up, the nerves were kicking back in...he clung to Dermott tighter, trying to imagine DOING all these things with him...

Then speak of the devil, and Dermott (the delightful imp) spoke.

Hank stared at the image of a space-pire bouncing a lovely blonde woman up and down on his un-dead penis. When he realized that they were going to mimic what was frozen on the screen, the blush on the tip of his ears spread to his entire face.

Hank>>>Y-yeah...you uh...is that how we're gonna...you know...

Hank (tried to) say, before he crawled on top of Dermott.

Hank>>>Like this?

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Dermott grabbed the awkward Hank by his elbows, spinning him in the opposite direction so he was facing away from him, butt in his own lap.
Dermott>>>Like this...this way, I can fit more inside you.

Dean's mouth could only hang open like a screechy kitchen door.... they wern't actually going to copy that were they!?

Hank>>>Oh...ok, that makes sense I guess...
Hank>>>So uh...should I get undressed now or...how do we do this?
Hank asked, blushing...mostly because he was embarrassed he didn't know how to do this at his age, but also because he was ABOUT TO HAVE SEX! SEX!

Dermott tried to reassure by leaving a tiny trail of kisses up Hank's cheek, stopping to whisper in his ear.
Dermott>>>Relaaaax. I said I'd be gentle...
He continued his soft lap grinding, fingers slooowly making their way to Hank's thighs.
Dermott>>>This is going to be fuckin' amazing
He said urging his lap up a bit further.

Hank whimpered, as his erection rubbed against his pants...and Dermott rubbed HIS erection against his virgin butt.

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Dean had a baaaaaad feeling about this...

That bad feeling turned into a sinking stone of trouble in his gut at his next pleasent vision. Dermott pulled off Hank's kercheif and white shirt leaving him bare chested. Erection hardening a bit more by the site of his naked boy friend, he slipped a finger down Hank's spine.
Dermott>>>I don't think I told you, but I like your new 'do.
he slid his finger back up.

Hank managed to smile inbetween panting and whimpering. He turned his head slightly and kissed Dermott's zitty cheek.
Hank>>>Thanks...I figured you'd like it.

Dean wanted to scream as he watched in horror as his brother actually, KISSED this, giant!! dfhaufhiushi GIANT!!!!
Dean>>> (thinking) Henry Allen Venture what in St. Jimminy CRICKET do you think you're DOING Mister!?!

Now Dean didn't know much about the birds bees.. Even though he was explained to about it numerous times, but he DID know it involved a man and a LADY! Not... NOT!!! DERMOTT!!!

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Dermott pushed Hank out of his lap so he could pull off his own clothes

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Dermott leaned forward finally placing his lips to the older of the Venture twins, hand roaming Hank's warm and smooth body as it shivered beneath him.
Hank felt a jolt to his junk that radiated throughout his entire body with each kiss and touch Dermott left in his path...he moaned, unable to stop himself.

Hank>>>Mmmrm...O-oh-ho...hot damn, Dermott...!
He even cursed! SO NAUGHTY!

Dermott noticed his friend's boldness, and of course always wanting to be out do everyone, pulled away.

Dermott>>> turn over... I'm gonna fuck you up the ass.

Dean was now as far away from the door as he could be.
HE COULD SEE HANK'S NO NOS OR GOD SAKES!!!

Hank licked his lips and smiled before scrambling into the position Dermott had him in earlier. Before Dermott, such saucy words would have made Hank break out in a full body blush. Hell, just THINKING about being "fucked up the ass" would make him squirm.

But now, he was with Dermott. And he was growing up.

Either that, or his dad had been right and Dermott really WAS corrupting him.

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Hank>>>Okay...okay, I'm cool. Ya got any...lube or condoms or whatever we need?

Dean was a bit confused... lube? condoms? what are, those?

Dermott's smile hadn't been wider.... secretly it was scaring Dean in the closet. he pulled the duffle bag from the floor looking for the lubricant.
he yanked out a bottle of KY jelly

Dermott>>> This stuff? The best, warms on contact.

He started slowly yanking his own pants down before looking up at Hank

Hank squirmed, remembering the last time he tried to warm his genitals on contact...it ended with his crotch on fire.

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Then he noticed Dermott was...getting naked! HE WAS GOING TO SEE DERMOTT'S DINGUS

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Hank's tongue poked out as he started pumping a little faster
Dermott started to shake just a liiiiiittle bit more, his fingers slightly grabbing a bit of Hank's hair.

Hank>>>...Jeeze, it's so...BIG! Are you sure it's gonna you know...fit?
Hank asked, not realizing how much he probably just pumped his boyfriend's ego, while pumping him even faster.
Dermott, eating up Hank's compliments put a hand on Hank's to stop him from getting him off any quicker. He smirked trying to rid his face of the blush on his face the pleasure left behind.
Dermott>>> Ya it is. I have to wear Magnums it's so huge. But don't worry... I'll make it fit. And trust me, it'll be fucking amazing.

He bent down, taking the lube from Hank's gelled hand. He leaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth.
Dermott>>>Turn around.

Hank got up quickly and scrambled back on the bed...he didn't need to be told twice!
Hank's heart was POUNDING in his ears...he was about to become a man! He was finally going to have sex IT WAS FINALLY GOING TO HAPPEN!

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Dermott spilled some of the gel into his own hands, feeling the warmth. One hand rested firmly on Hank's left butt cheek while the other was inches from penetration