“Shh, don’t cry. It’ll all be over soon.” Genji is cupping Hanzo’s face, thumbs wiping at the copious tear tracks running down his cheeks.
Hanzo is panting, tongue nearly lolling out of his mouth, little sounds of strain spilling from his throat as he tries to bear down again but has to stop after just a few seconds. Genji lets him calm down for a moment or two, then wipes away sweaty strands of hair from his forehead. “Now keep counting.”
It is a way of keeping Hanzo focused on the task at hand, if nothing else. He looks uncomfortably gorgeous squatting naked in the bathroom, body shivering, a small clutch of secret, illicit eggs already in the makeshift towel nest Genji had built there.
“F-F-F-Five,” Hanzo stutters out, hands clutching claw-like at Genji’s upper arms as he squeezes his eyes shut and starts bearing down, face getting red with strain and embarrassment.
Genji pets his head and rubs his arms and can only watch in dumb, excited amazement how his brother’s cock bobs hard and needy between his spread thighs. The tip barely peeks out of the foreskin, smooth balls drawn up tight towards his body. What Genji wants to do most of all is suck it into his mouth; slurp up his brother’s pre-cum.
While he stares, another blue-and-green speckled egg drops into the nest. Fuck, but they wouldn’t be able to hide the identity of the parents if anybody got a hold of the eggs – and even if that made the dragon rumble and stretch in possessive delight, Genji felt a little light-headed with fear.
“You’re doing so well,” he whispers to Hanzo. “You almost got it.”
His belly was as good as flat again; the tight muscles working visibly to help expell the last of the eggs Genji had laid into him. He immediately missed the little bump that had been there the past weeks, but he supposed Hanzo would not agree to a mounting without condom any time soon.
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