Reinhardt watches Hanzo’s face as he carefully leans back, the minimal jostle making Hanzo cry out in alarm, hands scrabbling at the massive, scarred shoulders.

“Langsam,” Reinhardt mutters, one large hand curling around Hanzo’s hip, holding him securely in place. The tight clench of his body is maddening; hot and silky as it trembles nervously around the first few inches of his cock.

“Don’t hurt yourself, little one.”

His other hand paws around Hanzo, feeling the tight clench of his glutes, then slipping into he crack to feel the impossible stretch of his hole. It twitches pathetically at the touch of blunt fingertips, then gives up the fight once more.

Hanzo leans forward on a whine, putting his weight unselfconsciously against Reinhardt’s chest.

“O…” he breaks off, pants like a dog, wet and fast, then swallows and tries again: “Otosan…”

Reinhardt chuckles, Hanzo bouncing with the motion of his ribcage as if he were a mere doll.

“So formal… Are you shy? Don’t you want to show off for our audience?”

Hanzo hides his face against Reinhardt’s throat, not chancing a glance towards McCree not far off, cock out and fisted in his big hand.

Reinhardt hums and takes a firm hold of Hanzo’s hips, slowly moving him despite him crying out once more, blunt fingernails scratching and tugging painfully at his chest hair.

He always becomes so frightful when taking Reinhardt’s cock, as if forgetting in the time in between that he can do it; that his body will yield to the unimaginable stretch and let itself get used like a big warm fleshlight.

McCree groans somewhere to the side, moving to better see the action: how Hanzo’s rim gets dragged outward whenever Reinhardt pulls out, the muscle obscenely swollen and pouty around the girth.

Somewhere down the line Hanzo forgets to be self-conscious and sings for them – low and guttural chants of Daddy mouthed sloppily against one of Reinhardt’s nipples, nose buried in the thick curling hair surrounding it.

McCree is immediately there when he pulls out later: watching the wet slide of Reinhardt’s cock slipping free and the thick gush of cum dripping after immediately.

Hanzo is lying on top of his daddy, boneless and fucked out, limbs hanging listlessly as he lets Reinhardt hold him in a bear hug.

He rouses minimally when McCree smears his cock through the mess dripping out of him, but he calms again when Reinhardt presses a prickling kiss against his forehead.

“Damn he’s stretched out,” Jesse grits out between clenched teeth, “Got fucked good by his Pa.”

“Just like good boys deserve,” Reinhardt confirms, large hand stroking across Hanzo’s head, then returning to holding him steady for Jesse’s increasingly hard, grunting thrusts as he tries to chase his own orgasm in the mess of cum and lube left behind.