Junkrat has bitten his knuckle bloody, hips jerking and long, slim cock still flexing in Lúcio’s grip. His shivering thighs slowly relax, knees drifting apart in a lazy sprawl, belly slick with cum.
Lúcio stares at him, hand still warm around Junkrat’s cock; just lovingly holding it while he feels the blood pounding in his cheeks and sweat itching on the back of his neck.
He hadn’t thought a sweet, little handjob would get this intense; he’s been caught off guard by Junkrat’s desperate shyness, hips jerking and belly heaving; clenching hard until his abs were clearly visible.
He hadn’t been expecting how sweet Junkrat would be.