The first push is always the worst. For all that Hanzo croons for cock like a seasoned whore, he always seems to forget just how big Reinhardt is. It begins with his breathing halting in a gasp, and his shoulders going tight before the pretty little cup of his back vanishes as he tries to hunch down and curl away.

His hole, rim pouting and wet with lube, winks at Reinhardt. It wants to be filled, the little cunt. Stretched wide around his cock – but Hanzo’s nerves won’t let him.

“Hey now,” Reinhardt murmurs, huge hand slowly sliding down the slope of Hanzo’s spine, and, when he doesn’t react more than a shake of his head, he manhandles him around onto his back.

Hanzo’s cheeks are flushed a ruddy red. They look even more striking against the stark black of his beard. His liquid, dark eyes stare up at Reinhardt with mute helplessness.

“There you go… What a pretty boy you are,” Reinhardt croons, watching Hanzo’s mouth abruptly go flat, the corners pulling down. Trembling. He throws one arm up and across his eyes, shielding himself from Reinhardt’s inquisitive stare. His Adam’s apple bobs.

“Gonna let Daddy give you his cock?” Hanzo’s mouth drops open at that; soft and inviting enough that Reinhardt swoops down and kisses him; makes him stop hiding under his arm in favor of clutching at him.

Hanzo is no small man; but beneath Reinhardt he seems almost dainty. Young.

“Daddy,” he groans, mouth pliant, letting Reinhardt suck on the tip of his tongue. He gets messy when he’s getting smothered beneath a big, warm body; does things he wouldn’t do normally.

Reinhardt tries it again, then; takes his cock into his huge fist and guides it towards that well-prepared hole.

Hanzo whines; face scrunching up – but it is more in his head than anything else.

The first push always is so daunting; his warm, pliant muscles having to stretch, stretch, stretch to accommodate the unrelenting width of the tip of Reinhardt’s cock.

There’s sweat beading at Hanzo’s greying temples; his body clenching down like wet silk: suckling and clinging even as it tries to force him back out.

“Daddy,” he whines again – sobs, almost – fingernails scratching into Reinhardt’s back.

“Hush… Hush now…” Reinhardt grunts, not unkind, one good eye watching with warm interest as tears prick at the corners of Hanzo’s eyes when he gets stretched wider; rim trembling around the widest part of the crown, before it finally finally pops in; held snug inside Hanzo’s body.

He is a mess beneath him, cheeks wet with sweat and tears, mouth trembling uncontrollably.

“You gonna keep Daddy’s cock warm?”, Reinhardt murmurs, pressing kisses against Hanzo’s hot, wet cheeks. “Gonna keep it nice and snug?”

He starts moving carefully; little rocking motions to feed Hanzo more of his cock; long and fat and so ready to keep the archer warm from the inside. Hanzo starts wailing, then: tries to muffle his wet mouth against the swell of Reinhardt’s shoulder, but there’s no stopping the heaving sobs he’s taking.

He will tucker himself out sooner or later. He’ll be happier for it afterwards. When he’s done getting out all the emotion he has had bottled up for too long.

He’ll get sleepy and pliant and happy on Reinhardt’s cock; grab for him with uncoordinated hands and croon; thanking Daddy so prettily for the warm dick that’s filling his belly. Asking for his cream with suckling little kisses to Reinhardt’s mouth.

His poor baby boy.