yo! small Shimadacest beneath the cut! Please don’t read if you are not comfortable with that.

Based off of this pic by @ch4tte after asking for permission 😀

“G-Genji!”

Hanzo sounds so horrified, and when Genji peeks over his shoulder, he’s sitting there frozen in shocked indecision. Like he still can’t believe his little brother was lewd enough to let him watch his fingers slip around and into the flushed little slit of his opening.

His hands, Genji notices, are clamped around his cock, as if trying to shield it from view – or maybe he just needs to hold on to something for comfort while he shamefully stared at his little brother’s ass; the way it opened up around his experienced fingers; the round, soft sack of his balls swaying just beneath.

Because he hadn’t… stopped watching, that is. Hanzo liked sounding scandalized and horrified with Genji’s every action. He liked being indignant, because being contrary to Genji meant being the older brother. The more responsible one. At least in Hanzo’s mind.

It didn’t make him look away from his brother’s lewd display, however; and it didn’t make him stand up and leave the room, telling Genji he would not play along with his quick, little idea.

The thing was, that Hanzo obviously was intrigued. He leave because he didn’t want to leave. He wanted to stay and watch and see how depraved his little brother could get.

“I think I’m ready,” Genji pants. His head feels hot and his sight is swimming in and out of focus. They both groan when he pulls out his fingers and they hear the resulting wet pop. Hanzo looks mortified and turned on from the wet, little sounds – the soft gape of his brother’s hole – and Genji can see how he’s practically strangling his cock. The poor tip is already flushed dark.

“C’mon. Now or never.” Genji wriggles his ass; tries to make his hole wink for Hanzo. He’s not sure Hanzo would even see it. He was staring at him but had a slightly glazed expression in his eyes that seemed to be far away.

“Onii-chan,” Genji wheedles. He goes down onto his elbows and arches his back down. He can feel the cool air of the room against his wet hole and it is as exciting as it is uncomfortable. He is shivering and needy and even though he tries to not let it show, it is embarrassing to have his older brother stare like that.

He kind of wants to reach back again; at least curl his fingers around the soft swell of his balls and shield them from Hanzo’s scrutinizing, intense gaze.

Genji wonders what it would take to finally get Hanzo to do it – whether there even was something that would succeed – when suddenly there is movement behind him and a moment later he nearly gets pushed flat onto his face by his brother’s body draping across his back.

Genji wants to laugh and jeer in excitement – he doesn’t say anything. Hanzo’s cock has found his hole with sheer dumb luck, the very tip slotting against the wet gape of his slit.

Hanzo – apparently shocked by just the small contact – involuntarily jerks his hips forward, sliding in a couple centimeters that spread his little brother around the flared tip of his cock.

Genji can’t breathe. Hanzo is panting above him like a little, scared bird.

“I-It’s okay,” Genji stutters breathlessly. His ears are ringing. He thinks he needs to soothe Hanzo and calm him down and – Hanzo is jerking again. Fucking forward into his brother, his balls touching Genji’s. He’s in to the hilt and Genji can feel the gentle burn of the stretch warm him down to his toes and up into his belly.

Hanzo is hunched over him, forehead pressed against the nape of his neck; a high, almost scared whimpering sliding from his throat.

Genji involuntarily thinks about the ‘official’ Hanzo. The one that sat pretty and unreachable to his father’s left side, surveying the table with aloof intelligence.

It was hard to reconcile him with the creature rutting into him with little, harsh jerks of his hunched hips. Genji loved to know that he was the only one that ever saw his brother like this.

Hot headed. Clumsy. Drowning in his own body’s need.

“G-Genji,” Hanzo stuttered. Genji could feel his arm curling around his hip, hand curling against his chest and holding on for dear life. For comfort.

Genji struggled back onto his hands, pushing up his brother’s weight lying heavy across his back.

Hanzo’s cock was a big, warm presence inside his belly; rutting rabbit quick and setting his nerve endings on fire.

“Brother!” Genji whined, elbows shaking and belly tightening with fire.

Hanzo was fucking like the devil was behind them. His face, mashed into the nape of Genji’s neck out of embarrassment, felt almost unbearably hot.

Genji wondered excitedly if he would hold on long enough to make Genji come as well – or whether he could make Hanzo suck his balls afterwards while he jerked off onto his face.

He was sure he would be able to talk his big brother into it. Hanzo always pretended like he hated Genji’s ideas – but in the end he went along with them every single time.