yooo ❤ darkness ahead 😀 dem poor shimada brooooos :O (aw hell yah)
tw: shimadacest
The door opens and Hanzo scrabbles to get out. His gut is burning up, limbs feeling like they don’t belong to him. He’s never felt anything like it and he fears he’s going to die. He doesn’t want to die in a little closet behind his father’s office.
It’s hard to see anything after the darkness of his tight confines – he blindly crawls towards the light and the commotion. He can hear Genji screaming abuse and the grunts of men fighting. Someone kicks Hanzo’s shoulder hard. He whines, the pain amplified by his heat – everything feels so much.
His hips hunch; then push back against the floor into lordosis. His hakama are wet and clinging, shoulder throbbing from the kick. He’s going to die. He’s going to burn up from the inside.
And then – a heavy weight falling onto him and the sound of the door being locked down again.
Genji floods his senses; his smell – hormones flying from his agitation; his voice – screaming indignantly, fists pounding against the door of the closet.
Hanzo whines and Genji freezes.
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They are as far away from one another as possible. Their toes are still touching, and Hanzo wants to cry his eyes out. Genji has been deathly silent for a while; only his breathing getting continually louder. A soft, wheezing panting on the edge of a panic attack.
Hanzo’s hand crawls forward until he feels his little brother’s fingers. His skin feels clammy and blessedly cool. Hanzo wants to press Genji’s hand against his sweating brow; wants to curl against his chest.
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It feels like an eternity for the two young men but it couldn’t be more than half an hour until Genji is pulling Hanzo close, sweaty hand shoving down his pants, fingers sliding through a ridiculous amount of slick.
They’re feverish; out of their minds with lust. When Hanzo feels Genji’s fingers press against the loose, swollen muscle – ready for mounting and knotting and breeding – Hanzo keens pathetically, cock jerking in the tangle of his clothes.
Genji croons at him – the primal Alpha need to calm him down. Get him comfortable. Make him forget they were locked in a small closet during Hanzo’s first heat because of their father’s kneejerk reaction to his oldest son’s gender.
“Pretty omega,” Genji coos, fingers pumping in with wet, squelching sounds, nose pressing beneath his brother’s ear. “Just calm down. Just calm down. I know what you need. Going to give it to you. Just like all those other pretty little omegas. I know what you need…”
He will mount his brother. Make Hanzo turn around and get him to present for his own flesh and blood, forehead bumping against the wall, breath fast and whimpering in the thick, bad air of the closet.
He’ll drive in deep on the first thrust. Hanzo feels ready for it. More than ready. He’s so ripe; sucking him in, fingers squelching in the slick he’s producing.
“’M gonna breed you up so well,” he promises in a soft whisper, licking the back of his brother’s neck. He can taste the salt of his sweat and feel the fever roll off of him in waves. He feels drunk; everything is spinning in the darkness and he lists to the side before he manages to get an arm out and brace himself against the door of the closet.
The Omega before him is shivering, tilting his ass up; begging for it with the sweetest little music.
Genji couldn’t say whether he still knew who Hanzo was when he finally pushed in and rutted deep.
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