When Jesse returns from his smoke, he doesn’t expect Lúcio to still be in the middle of his turn; the young man is quick on the draw usually; too excited to get his dick wet when Angelo has let half the team mount up already, but this time he seems to have taken a more leisurely route.

Jesse ambles over to Genji, sitting down and knocking shoulders amicably as they watch the proceedings and let it fuel their own desire.

Angelo is far taller and broader in the shoulders than Lúcio, and watching him curl his arms around the thick thighs to hold on for dear life as he deep dicks their medic is as amusing as it is hot.

Angelo, as ever, is a good sport about it. He mewls for Lúcio just as he has for the rest of them, chest heaving and glittering with sweat, arms up and ripping at his pale hair like he needs to do something with himself as the little medic works away, eyes closed and head back – just enjoying the warm, silky feel of the well-fucked hole around his dick.

Sometimes Jesse wonders if Lúcio accidentally got primed on loving used-up holes; how many fucks the young man has had with someone that hasn’t been used up by half a soccer team. 

He can’t remember a time Lúcio ever asked to be the first, or close to it, but he doesn’t suppose it’s a bad thing either. Lúcio seems to enjoy himself more than enough.

Like now – as he pulls out, chin now on his collar bones, staring at his dick slowly sliding from the wet, puffy hole; how Angelo’s muscles cling to him weak and fluttery, buttery soft; a spill of creamy cum following when the flared head finally pops out. 

Angelo whines, voice shot to all hell, hands kitten weak as they grab for Lúcio. All he manages is to feel up he kid’s chest; kneading his pecs and lovingly rubbing his nipples.

“Please,” he murmurs, lifting his knees and spreading them apart; acting like a good, well-trained toy as he vies for Lúcio’s dick back. Jesse himself is too much of a bleeding heart to be mean about it, but Lúcio just has enough cheek to get away with it.

He lets the head of his dick slap against the softly gaping hole, producing lewd, wet squelching sounds that drive Angelo up a wall and make Genji start to shift restlessly, steam softly hissing out of his vents.

“Come on, now,” Jesse calls, voice deeper and rougher. He hasn’t bothered with underwear and it is easy to reach in and grab his wet dick; everything is humid and sticky and he can’t wait to feed Angelo his messy dick while Genji goes at him; maybe licks at that soft, fucked-out hole and makes out with it, if the cyborg’s restlessness is anything to go by. “Got a line waiting, kid.”

Lúcio snickers and leans down, angling for a kiss that Angelo gives him gratefully; curling his long body in half to meet the small medic. When he leans back again, panting and shivering, there are little tears of need in his eyes – and finally Lúcio takes mercy and pushes back in, hips pumping in earnest.