I really like this post by @mujaween and @kinkyhanzo and had to write a little something. Tho this is just the first part :3c there should be more parts coming.
The floor of Genji’s tent is covered in expensive carpets. He will only be making a short stop here, far outside the bounds of the bustling city, but he is unwilling to have his prized pet walk on the dirt. While usually this poses no problem, Genji has started to go to great pains ensuring Hanzo’s mood is kept up: everything to ensure a flawless first conception and pregnancy.
This much fuss would be too troublesome if they were to still travel the desert, but for the next year Genji has bought a little mansion within the city bounds – they would stay stationary and safe within easy reach of vets while Hanzo would be able to nest in peace and have his first pups in the lap of luxury.
For now, the lap of luxury for Hanzo is Genji’s lap: stretched out along the chaise lounge, clad in see-through veils that show off his pet’s muscular body while his shoulders are nestled in Genji’s lap and his white fur is getting idly pet.
He can see Hanzo’s thick tail out of the corner of his eyes, wagging softly as he watches the trader’s offer just as impassively as Genji himself is.
The breeding stud is burly and rough, dark brown fur barely brushed into a semblance of submission. He looks like he might have fleas but his muscles seem firm and his gaze is clear beneath the thick fringe. He has a lot of bravado, standing straight with his shoulders square, but his long tail wants to curve traitorously between his thighs.
He is not as uneffected as he wants to make them believe, and Genji is endeared by the notion. He has a soft spot for rowdy pets – the thought makes him idly tug on one of Hanzo’s soft ears.
“You could have made him a little more presentable,” he murmurs, leaning forward. The dog’s bound wrists want to hide the thick cock between his thighs but a tug on the chain has them pulled away so Genji can observe what is on offer while the trader does not rise to the bait. They have done transactions a few times, and he knows by now that Genji’s capricious quips are just to be ignored.
“Impressive,” Genji comments. He reaches out, fingertips lifting the dog’s resting cock. It’s as heavy as it looks, the testicles round and almost swollen looking even encased in thick, dark fur.
Hanzo has pulled back as Genji moved, and watches from the side while the dog lets himself get inspected, strong thighs trembling like a young colt’s. When Genji looks up, he sees the hirsute brute interestedly look Hanzo up and down, ears perked.
“MMMhhh…”, Genji hums and sits back, finger twirling. “I want to see all of him.”
As the dog obediently turns for them, letting them see his back, – Genji is intrigued by the sheer amount of fur; a thick line leading from beneath his hair down his spine and to where his tail protrudes… Hanzo is shockingly naked next to him – he turns towards his prized pup, fingers scratching at the white goatee.
“Do you like him?”
Hanzo’s indifferent mask cracks for a moment, something like uncertainty seen on his features as he casts glimpses at the large canine, then to the big cock gently swinging between his thighs.
He leans up, murmuring his worry into Genji’s ear, and Genji can’t help but laugh, fingertips lovingly tracing the silky edges of Hanzo’s ears.
“He’s not too big, silly. Don’t worry about that.” He can feel his grin getting broader; more predatory as he lets Hanzo lick the tips of his fingers. “If he doesn’t fit, I will make sure of it.”
He turns towards the trader.
“He is perfect. I will have him. What is his name?”
“Jesse, Lord.”
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