take this very smol seadragon virgin Hanzo 😛 insp obviously by this pic from @ikkanoodles

Hanzo looks like he’s one wrong movement of Jesse’s away from plunging back into the sea and leaving the human sitting and frustratingly aroused – again.

Jesse halts where he kneels little more than an arm length away, eyes roving the gorgeous creature and trying not to fixate on the way his cocks had poked out; pearly white as the rest of his stunning tail, sliding out from their hidden sheathes, the slit a soft petal pink that playfully trailed down to his cloaca.

“Don’t go,” Jesse begs, biting his tongue when the sound makes Hanzo clutch his satchel of twinkling treasures tighter to his chest. The creature is watching him out of the corners of his dark eyes, mouth pulled into a little, pouty moue. His tail lifts, translucent fins glistening in the sun, then lets it splash noisily back into the water.

He’s as skittish as ever, but Jesse is determined to keep him close this time. He was so much different than Gabriel: Where Gabriel was almost difficult to shoo back into the brine and make him understand that their playdate was over (Gabriel had quite different opinions on who of the two was the one to end their little trysts), Jesse had to painstakingly watch his every move when around Hanzo to make sure the prissy creature wouldn’t dive right back in.

“You’re just a gorgeous thing aren’t you?” he coos, arm carefully stretching out beneath the troubled gaze. In his mind, he called Hanzo a princeling. He seemed just as fussy as one in any case. It had taken so long to even get him to come close – a lot of coaxing and the offering of a few shining coins, actually – and having him sit there, obviously just as affected and interested as Jesse was… it was like torture.

“You’re pretty pent up yourself, aren’t you? Liked watching me play with my cock?” It’s been his newest tactic; sitting a safe distance away, slowly jerking his cock and letting Hanzo watch; the curious, confused gaze of the creature almost enough for the moment. Hanzo’s eyes flicked down as if he understood, looking at Jesse’s cock hanging out from his pants heavy and wet.

“Let me look at what you got there, hm? Got the prettiest dick there… fuck… you got two?”

It hadn’t taken him long to realize that Hanzo loved any sort of praise; he doubted the creature understood the words but the tone of voice probably worked just as well in this case. Hanzo preened whenever Jesse cooed at him, and now was no different: one cock, the longer one, jerked a bit, the slit at the flared tip dilating a bit to ooze out thick pre-cum while the smaller one pushed out of the soft sheathe just a little bit more.

“Damn…” He touched the side of Hanzo’s tail, fingers almost slipping on the smooth scales. Here, too, he was so different to Gabriel; Gabriel was warm, skin soft as a human’s as long as he didn’t drag his palm against the grain. Hanzo on the other hand was cool and slick; not quite feeling like an ordinary fish but coming very close anyway.

“You like that, don’t you? Just stay there… sit nice and still. I’m going to make you feel so good… just trust me…”

He was babbling, hand inching over towards the gorgeous cocks. He couldn’t believe there were two. He couldn’t believe how soft the skin around them was, so pink and vulnerable and without any scales… silky and sensitive if the jerk of Hanzo’s tail was anything to go by.

“Just stay there… good boy…”

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Hanzo wasn’t making a damn sound but he had let go of his satchel with one hand in favor of clutching at Jesse’s hair hard enough to pull a few out and make him tear up.

He had his head in the creature’s lap and his mouth stuffed with the small, tapered cock, tongue dragging slow and careful against it, licking and occasionally suckling while Hanzo’s tail thrashed and pounded against the stones on the shore.

It was a little frightening to be honest; Hanzo wasn’t as gentle as Gabriel had been; he seemed far less in control, yet still Jesse didn’t budge and let the long cock slap wet and meaty against the side of his face while he blew the smaller nub.

If he didn’t knew better – hadn’t been able to witness first hand how wet Hanzo got, both cocks drooling liberally, one of which Jesse slurped up noisily – he would have thought he was hurting the creature. As such, he couldn’t help himself but soothingly rub the shining tail, hand inching closer towards that sweet little cloaca until he was able to round it with two fingers and feel its almost desperate little contractions.

He pulled back with a lewd pop, staring right at Hanzo’s face. He was flushed a strange kind of blue up to the tip of his pointed ears, and only when Hanzo leaned a little back, both arms curling in a protective manner around his satchel, did he realize how close he was to the creature; that he’d never been allowed to almost sit on him, hands all over the pretty tail and feeling him up.

As he looked down, he could see how the longer cock jerked; gracefully curved and so thick in the middle that Jesse’s belly clenched with the need to sit down on it and feel the flared strange tip rub up against his insides.

“Such a pretty boy you are,” he assures Hanzo, thumbing at the smaller cock that reminded him so much of a juicy clit – especially when Hanzo jerked and made a sound, muffling the awkward warbling cry into the leather of his satchel.