*deep inhale* yeeesss

“That’s it.. you’re a good boy, aren’t you? Such a nice cock you have…” Reinhardt murmurs, watching the stretch of Hanzo’s body heavy lidded, big hands framing his own chest, pressing his pectorals together for Hanzo to fuck between.

He doesn’t answer, but the little grunts he emits with every forward push climb higher, their sound so acutely desperate it was flattering.

Hanzo’s cock slides along the thick hair covering Reinhardt’s sternum, flattening it down and creating a small, sticky warm valley; a pretty bed for his pretty cock to fuck against, the very tip is flushed the same dark pink as the archer’s prominent cheek bones. It is a rather lovely look.

“Do you like fucking my tits?” Reinhardt asks, voice pitched low, the rumble from his chest tickling Hanzo’s balls where they drag messily across his skin as well. Hanzo wheezes and almost jackknifes, back curling in what looks like agony as his hips stutter and loose their carefully kept rhythm.

He fucks small and aborted, like a small pet dog rutting against the shoes of his owner. His hair is falling across around his face, eyes clenched tightly shut as he keeps jerking, trying to deep dick what he can’t fuck – not really, at least.

All he can do is fuck the tight valley between Reinhardt’s pectorals and smear his pre-cum all over the ample fur gathered there.

“You can fuck my ass later,” Reinhardt promises in a murmur as Hanzo leans even farther down, his face pressing into the pillow next to Reinhardt’s head, trying not to look at him while he fucks his tits. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Hanzo shakes his head ‘no’, the heat of his flush tangible against Reinhardt’s cheek. He grins and leaves Hanzo be; he always was so ashamed about his own neediness.