Anonymous said: “
Are we talking about Hanzo’s tiddies now? Because Hanzo letting his partner suck on and tease his puffy inverted nips in an attempt to get them erect is my religion. His nips barely even poke out they’re so shy but his partner never gives up trying and they just get even more swollen, red and over sensitive *clenches fist*”
Hanzo is hot for their new medic. Everybody knows that; everybody but sweet Angelo.
Everybody but him.
.o.
“Mr. Shimada. What brings you here? Are you feeling sick?”
“Not directly, no.”
Angelo looks up from the clipboard he has close to his chest, scribbling notes already. He stares at Hanzo a little puzzled, maybe; eyes big and mouth soft as he stares at him sitting on the edge of the examination table.
Hanzo looks relaxed; even more so than if he met him outside in the hallways. It almost looks like he is smirking, which makes goosebumps break out on the doctor’s arms.
“I… ah… what? I mean-” he scrambles for words, pressing the clipboard to his chest like a shield as he watches Hanzo’s face shift into something more predatorily satisfied. “If you don’t feel sick, why…”
“I feel like my heart is not quite behaving.”
Angelo falls silent, frowns, arms relaxing a bit. Hanzo leans back a tad, easily bracing himself on his hands, feeling the crinkly paper covering the examination table.
“Your heart?”
“My heart. Doctor.”
Hanzo moves, shifting his weight onto one arm, and laying his free hand onto his chest. Angelo’s dark eyes follow the motion immediately, staring as Hanzo touches his own skin, heart first skipping a beat, then thumping quick and distractingly as he watches him… watches him… c-caress himself, palm cupping his plush pectoral muscle.
“Here.”
A long moment stretches between them, Hanzo watching with a secret smirk as the medic stares at him; watches him squeeze his tit for his viewing pleasure.
“Don’t you want to listen to it?”
Angelo jerks out of his reverie, his dark cheeks coloring with a hectic flush. His eyes flick up to Hanzo’s face, then back down again.
“Excuse me?”
“My heart… don’t you want to listen to it beat?”
“I… yes. I… think so.”
Hanzo is outright grinning as the doctor turns, looking around his room with an obvious difficulty to remember what he needs. Finally he realizes the stethoscope is hanging around his neck and turns back around with a snap, hand up, clutched around its ends as his face heats up even more.
The sight of Hanzo slipping out of his right sleeve has him stumped again, however; standing and watching helplessly as the archer pulls free of the garment, sitting with his chest on display open and unashamed. His nipples draw Angelo’s attention despite himself: their flesh a dusky pink, areolas plump, no – pudgy, even, with the little tips hidden inside and creating a sweet little slit in their midst.
Hanzo preens underhanded, a self-satisfied smirk curling one side of his mouth as he tenses his biceps and frames his chest, pecs pushing together for the doctor’s viewing pleasure, even though Angelo’s gaze falls quickly to the floor, flustered by the display as he pulls the stethoscope from around his neck.
“I… yes. If you would just… uh…” he trails off, dark, smooth fingers playing with the flat end, gaze drifting from it back to Hanzo’s chest.
“Yes. Please,” Hanzo says smoothly, reaching out and grabbing Angelo’s wrist. He pulls it close, deeply pleased at how easily the doctor lets himself get manipulated, even stepping forward and between Hanzo’s knees; towering over him with his pleasing height and broad chest and round shoulders.
Hanzo can just imagine him above him when he fucks; his face so drawn, a little crease of earnest focus between his eyebrows as he tries to be good for Hanzo; fuck him well and good, deep dick him so he’d enjoy it most-
Yes. Hanzo can imagine Doctor Mercy to be as accommodating to him as possible.
He has pressed the cool circle of the stethoscope to his chest, watching Angelo’s rapt attention as he cups his palm warm and inviting over the back of the man’s hand, pressing it flat against him, the stethoscope pressed between his palm and Hanzo’s chest.
“Can you hear it, Doctor?” Hanzo murmurs, showing teeth in a sharp little grin as Angelo dutifully nods, the other end of the device still clamped around his neck instead of in his ears.
“Do you think something is wrong with me?”
He gently tucks the stethoscope out of the way with his other hand, letting Angelo feel his chest; the swell of his pec. He looks into his flushed, flustered face as he guides his hand over, lets his fingertips drag across the silky, fat mound of his left nipple.
Hanzo’s eyes fall closed, nostrils flaring as he draws in a deep breath.
“No,” Mercy murmurs, his hand finally moving on its own; thumb gently swiping across the pudgy areola. “Everything is alright, Mr. Shimada…”
It is laughably easy to pull him down, the tall body folding to his every whim. He can feel the heat of his shy flush radiating off of him like a furnace, but he does not struggle against Hanzo’s gentle grip that guides him towards his nipple; holding his head steady until his tongue slips out, flicking quick and skittish across his skin.
“That’s it,” Hanzo murmurs throatily, head falling back. It’s not long until Angelo is nursing on him; the sharp edges of his teeth gentle squeezing around the fat, soft skin; the tip of his tongue unbelievably cheeky is it dips into the shallow little slit and tries so valiantly to coax out the nipple hidden there.
The sensation is maddening and tickling, sending shocks of pleasure through his body as Hanzo’s other hand desperately plays with the other tit; squeezing and pinching mean and frantic as he tries to match the sensation on the other side.
His cock is hard and weeping; pressing against his hakama and tenting it obscenely as Angelo nurses and plays with his tit; suckling with increasing strength until tears spring to Hanzo’s eyes. When he finally pops off with a loud, obscenely succinct sound, and blows cold air against it in a bid to get it to peak for him, Hanzo comes with a hoarse cry, fingers digging into Angelo’s shoulders, holding the doctor close to him as he shudders through his climax and wets his trousers with warm, sticky pulses of cum.
As he blinks his eyes open blearily, the good Doctor’s troubled, flushed face swims into view.
“M-Mr. Shimada?”
“Ah…” Hanzo smirks and slips off the examination table, sighing as he stretches luxuriously. He sees Angelo’s eyes staring at his puffy, abused nipples and smirks as he slips back into his sleeve.
He nods towards the younger man, slipping from between him and the cot.
“Thank you, Doctor. I feel better already. I will see you next week for more… examinations, won’t I?”
He reaches out, palming the warm bulge in the Doctor’s pants; feeling his cock flexes strong and thick against the palm of his hand. He pats it lovingly before pulling back, Angelo’s face lax and startled on a whole nother level.
“I… ah… ah… I mean…”
Hanzo smirks at him and turns, strolling out, the Doctor’s sweet stammering in his ear.
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