take a very small thing, friend.
“Keep still, my friend. Keep still. You don’t have much time.”
“Reinhardt…”
“I know. I know… shhh.”
Reinhardt pets a huge paw down Jack’s back, then slides it up the side, beneath his shirt to get at the sweaty skin. His fingers easily span the curve of his ribcage.
Jack shudders and wheezes when Reinhardt moves again, minimally moving the thick girth of his cock – sliding it along clinging, wet walls.
“Keep still so I can fill you up,” he rumbles, voice pitched carefully low. They can hear people outside the dressing room. The door isn’t locked. “You’ll need to go in a few minutes. Just keep still. Just keep still and you can go out and have your belly warmed by me…”
Jack bites at his gloved hand, stifling his embarrassing, high keening noises as Reinhardt leans up again and starts fucking with sharp little thrusts that seem to drill deeper and deeper until it feels like the broad, blunt tip of his cock is about to push out of Jack’s belly.
“Just like that.”
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