Lúcio/Reinhardt – daddy kink; exhibitionism; mentions of past abuse – Reinhardt has a good boy and shows him off
Originally, Reinhardt had wanted Lúcio on his lap facing their audience, but a look at his face where his eyes had gotten very big and very vulnerable had him change his mind quickly.
Now, he is rather happy about his change of heart, because watching his boy’s face while he slips two warm, slick fingers into his butter soft hole is even better than to watch at the envious faces of the people milling around them.
Lúcio is a true trooper, taking the prickling embarrassment in stride now after Reinhardt as plied him with warm, tickling kisses along his jaw, and endearments whispered into his hot little ear.
In the beginning, of course, he had still been a bit shy; pressing his face against Reinhardt’s neck, his fingers curled around his biceps and gripping painfully hard with anxiety.
Lúcio is a good boy who hasn’t been treated well by people that should have cherished him, and Reinhardt had let him ride out his little panic attack, rubbing up and down his back before his boy had slumped against him, exhausted already and murmuring – begging – for him to continue.
“You’re doing so well, baby boy… They love watching you,” Reinhardt rumbles intimately against his ear, fingers twisting deeper, feeling how wet and hot Lúcio’s clutching walls are; how his rim is twitching around him, trying to pull him in deeper, spear himself more on Reinhardt’s long, wide fingers.
“D…” Lúcio is muffling himself against Reinhardt’s collar; he has been chewing on it since Reinhardt made him take the second digit, but now he turns his head away, presses his sweaty forehead against Reinhardt’s neck and breathes quick and excited. “Daddy,” he whines, and their audience murmurs appreciatively. They step a bit closer, tightening the circle around them, and Lúcio ripples around him and cries out softly.
It is a blessing, really, to be allowed to show him off like this. To have him against him trusting and warm, even though he is so very embarrassed by showing off the stretch of his ass, and the soft mounds of his balls just dangling there between his thighs. There is no chance for him to hide; not with his knees spread wide around Reinhardt’s lap, and his fingers clutching at daddy’s vest for dear life.
Reinhardt hums and lets his free hand squeeze at Lúcio’s neck one last time, gently pushing his dreadlocks over one shoulder to let the others see his muscular back. His palm, dry and comforting, runs along Lúcio’s spine, making him arch like a kitten, pressing into the fingers spearing him and making him cry out for daddy once more.
Reinhardt squeezes one of his ass cheeks, then finally reaches around his thigh and cups the soft sac there, testicles round and firm in his gently rolling fingers. He has to twist his wrist awkwardly to let their audience see what he is doing, but he gets rewarded with Lúcio squirming and puffing hot little “Ah… Ah… Ah…”s against his neck, his hips rutting, fucking his sleek, pretty cock against Reinhardt’s belly.
“Daddy… D-Daddy,” Lúcio whines, voice going a bit high and weepy, his nails raking along Reinhardt’s vest as he squirms and becomes restless, head falling back, dark, docile eyes staring at the ring of strangers that are close enough to touch now.
Reinhardt lets him squirm and whine; it only takes a bit of a squeeze around his testicles to have him stay still enough to get finger fucked, and not try to crawl up on daddy’s shoulder with the sudden restless energy that is coursing through him.
He cries out beautifully when he comes, long and hoarse and arms curled around Reinhardt’s neck like a man that is about to drown, hips jerking back onto his fingers and forward against his belly, jittery as he rides out his orgasm in front of all those watching eyes.
Reinhardt has never been more proud of his boy.
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