Hank’s grip on Gavin is loose, and he makes no move to hold on as Nines drags him from the older man’s lap. He just leans back, grinning at the sight of Nines’s hand trailing down Gavin’s back until he can slide two fingers into the loose wet hole.  As both men groan at the sensation Hank stands up, rolling his shoulders to loosen them. Connor and Sixty are immediately in his space pressing up against him and he kisses both of their foreheads before grabbing his clothes to head for the rooms further back.  “Not yet boys,” he calls over his shoulder, “play with your needy slut while this old man rests up for round two.”  “Sure is bossy.” Sixty gripes half heartedly, despite already being half way through pulling his clothes off.  “That’s why he’s the manager.” Connor agrees, shucking his own clothes as they approach Gavin and Nines - who’ve managed to move from fondling to Gavin desperately humping Nines’s leg in the few seconds they’ve been left alone.  “Calm down pet,” Connor purrs, pressing up behind Gavin and feeling Sixty against his own back, “anyone would think you were deprived -” “- not dripping with cum.” Sixty finishes. 

He and Connor move with one mind, as they so often do. Neither could tell you whose hand wrapped around Gavin’s throat and whose guided Connor’s cock to his wet hole. Couldn’t tell you whose hand wrapped into Nines’s hair to drag him into Sixty’s kiss while Connor bit into Gavin’s shoulder for both of them.  Connor would swear that he could feel Nines growling against his lips, Sixty that he could taste Gavin’s blood on his tongue... Sixty’s dick may have been pressed against Connor’s back, but he could swear he felt the wet loose clutch of Gavin’s ass, and once Connor had come and they swapped places he would still feel his brother pinned beneath him.  Nines’s experiences were much clearer, leaving the twins to have their own fun he buries his fingers in Gavin’s dripping cunt.  “Here too? You *were* insatiable.” He smirks down at Gavin, leaning in to bite his lip and feel the man clench around him. “Such a mess darling. Good.”  He shifts, pulling out his fingers and shoving them into Gavin’s mouth, letting the man taste his own slick and Hank’s cum as he lines himself up and pushes in without warning.  The twins make a desperate noise behind Gavin’s back, and he can feel one of them pounding frantically into the man between them.  With ease born of years of experience he matches to his elder brothers’ pace, keeping Gavin bouncing back and forth between them. Helpless and desperate, just how they like him.  “Nines” Gavin gasps, turning his head to free his mouth from the intruding fingers, “Please. Touch my cock.” Nines grabs Gavin’s face, turning him back forcefully to make eye contact and putting pressure on his cheeks until his mouth opens back up for him.  “No.”  He holds tight, leaving Gavin unable to complain as he leans in to lick his lip and bite it viciously.  “Do it yourself.”  Gavin whines pitifully, and Nines tightens his grip to the point of pain.  “Nines,” One of the twins whispers, looking fucked out with his chin coming to rest on Gavin’s shoulder, “I want to kiss him.” Nines pretends to think for a moment, tipping Gavin’s head back and forth as if inspecting him. Eventually he gives a fake sigh, but before he can let go a hand catches his own. The other twin clearly knows something he doesn’t.  He looks back at the one addressing him. Sixty if he had to guess - He has a spiteful playfulness that Connor doesn’t quite match, and it’s apparent from the grin on his face.  “Not yet. Spit in his mouth. I want to taste you too.”