Genji/Hanzo – sex toys; stuck in a wall; dirty talk; humiliation – Hanzo wants to get fucked by anonymous patrons. Genji wants it as well but is also a possessive fuck. He comes up with a plan to make both happy. (600 word fill)
Hanzo’s thighs are shaking. He is an assassin used to training his body for many hours on end, but getting fucked deeply, enthusiastically, *impersonally* has him tuckered out like nothing else.
His hole is a butter soft gash between his cheeks, colored like a bruise by the point that Genji stops back to take a deep breath to center himself. In his hand is the sixth toy; a ridiculously long, fat cock that he is sure Hanzo would have realized is nothing but a piece of silicone if he hadn’t been fucked into incoherence by now.
“Good fuck,” he grunts. He doesn’t have to affect how out of breath he is by this point. Hanzo shudders, his knees threatening to give way. He’s wearing boots still – an unexpectedly sexy addition – and has been standing on tiptoe for most of the encounter. He must be exhausted beyond belief.
Genji pulls his mask off, and the deliberate distortion to his voice vanishes. He steps closer, putting one warm hand on his brother’s flank.
“Are you well, brother?” he murmurs. Hanzo only groans long and drawn out. His hole clenches pathetically. Genji lets his hand slide, thumb dragging round and round the glistening pout of his rim.
“That was six. You still good to go? Think there are a few more outside waiting to wreck you…” He eyes the desk to the side and the three unused toys on the towel there. He cups Hanzo’s balls and squeezes them. “‘Bout three I’d say.”
Hanzo whines on the other side. He’s been pretty much begging for this, but by now he’s as helpless as a kitten, hanging in the contraption bonelessly; just offering up his hole for the usage of other men.
Or, as it were, Genji who is too possessive to let anybody get their dirty fingers on his anija’s sweet body.
He smirks and murmurs: “Very well…” before putting the mask back in place. He takes the voice of one of the first encounters. Hanzo is too out of it to notice by this point. He wanders towards the desk and chooses one of the toys. Squat and fat and the surface littered with bulbs that are sure to make Hanzo thrash.
He glances at him while he slicks it up. Stares at the fat muscular thighs framing his flushed balls and the sloppy ruin of his hole. There are six tally marks on his ass and upper thighs and as Genji steps closer he adds a seventh.
Hanzo’s knees slowly sag away and he just hangs in the hole.
Genji slaps his thigh to make him jerk back up.
“Hey slut,” he drawls, affecting an accent that is reminiscent of McCree but still miles away. “Don’t be lazy. Show me that cunt.”
He obeys with some difficulty. His motions are slow, booted feet sliding on the ground. He lifts his ass, but Genji decides to make it a bit more difficult.
“Spread ‘em.”
It takes another two sharp swats to Hanzo’s thighs to make his brain function enough that he understands what is being asked. He pushes his arms through the hole he’s stuck through with difficulty, his hands grasping at his ass. Spreading himself open. Genji groans deep and heartfelt.
“Damn… I should make you pay *me* to fuck that ruined mess…”
He wonders what Hanzo thinks of the bumps littering the toy. Maybe he figures out that it’s not real. Maybe he thinks it’s one of the ugliest dicks ever fucking him. If so, he doesn’t seem to mind. He howls like an old, seasoned whore and dutifully keeps his ass spread.
Genji almost wants to actually see him getting railed in a dirty motel room; a string of balding business men with ugly cocks fucking his pristine, austere older brother. The thought is tempting; but he does not think he could temp down on his possessiveness long enough to make it happen.
It is difficult to share Hanzo. Nobody should know just how depraved his big brother is.
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