I have been asked to continue this fic with Omega!Hanzo getting serviced by Alphas Balderich and Reinhardt; Reinhardt getting them good sloppy seconds :3

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“Look at you,” Balderich croons, fat finger moving slowly, trying to slip deeper when Hanzo’s silky insides are clamped down on him and don’t let him move even a bit. “Hübscher, kleiner Omega…”

Hanzo shudders, electricity prickling down his spine and ending in a spark at his tailbone. He instinctively lifts up into the sensation, eyes going thin and needy as the movement makes the fat finger slip out of his hole and leaves him open and wet for a few seconds before the muscles try to close up again.

“This one likes being praised,” Balderich comments. Hanzo can feel the indulgent chuckle through the hands he has braced on the soldier’s massive chest more than he hears it. He stares at the rugged face of the man, feeling him tap the broad, wet fingertip against his opening, and jerking mildly every time it connects.

The other Alpha, big and blond, shifts and makes the floorboards creak once more. His mouth is open, obviously tasting Hanzo’s sweet pheromones on the air, but he’s been keeping his distance dutifully. Respectfully.

Hanzo squirms and lowers his upper body; shows everyone who wants to see the warm sweet space between his thighs as he starts rubbing his face against the big brute’s thick, uniquely shaped beard. It is just as soft and silky as it looks.

Hanzo wants to groom it with his tongue like a cat. But more so he wants the broad finger back where it belongs.

“Schau wie gern er das hat, Reinhardt…” Hanzo’s mouth falls open when he feels the finger slowly round his cunt, then starts pressing in once more, wriggling its way inside in a way that makes Hanzo’s cock flex and get liberally wet at the tip.

The young Alpha chokes on air and steps a bit closer. Hanzo does not know what Balderich has said but it seems to have been some kind of allowance because the other slinks around them, close enough to feel the sick, feverish heat radiating off of him as he takes a place behind Hanzo.

When he twists around to see, the young Alpha is staring at that sweet little muscle he so desperately wants to spread on his cock, but isn’t allowed to – yet. He is such a beautiful specimen, too… Hanzo can’t help but preen, feeling powerful and in charge of these massive Alphas as he stares at flushed cheeks and the wide, supple mouth hanging open, lips wet and inviting.

His jaw is broad; looking like it would make a perfect seat, and Hanzo thoughtlessly tries to turn around and crawl towards him, though he is hindered – not unkindly – by the click of a tongue and two frying pan sized hands holding him put.

“AAhhh,” Balderich sighs, one hand sliding up and twining Hanzo’s hair around his fingers, then pulling back slow and inexorable until Hanzo’s throat is bared to him. “Du magst Schwänze, hm? Don’t you worry… I have just the thing for you… I’ll make sure you’ll be… ah… voll.”

Hanzo shudders, toes curling and belly tightening with anticipation and dread in equal measures. He watches as Balderich reaches down towards the pants he is still wearing – heavy, dark green garments – and can’t help but start purring once more when the big Alpha begins, without a doubt, to finally get his cock out.

He jerks, mildly, when another pair of hands very gently closes around his ribcage, long, thick fingers splaying to touch as much of him as possible. He becomes a bit light headed at just how much that is.

“He sings so sweetly,” Reinhardt whispers, voice a little rough from longing. “Pretty little thing is purring so hard he’s practically vibrating.”

“Just for us,” Balderich murmurs, and leans up to press tickling, wet kisses along Hanzo’s jaw. “Pretty Omega knows when he’s about to get a treat.”

Hanzo’s nose twitches when the opening of Balderich’s pants is signaled by a thick waft of his smell; warm and spicy and hitting Hanzo somewhere deep and soft in his belly. It makes him want to roll over and submit to the Alphas; makes him want to purr and lap at whatever they offer up to him.

Makes him want to be fucked full of their big, strong pups…

Balderich is chuckling indulgently again, one finger scratching beneath Hanzo’s finely groomed goatee, then taking his lolling, drooling tongue between the tips of two fingers and tugging playfully at it until Hanzo is whining and arching.

“Come back to us, Liebling. I want you here every step of the way when we play with you.”

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Hanzo is sure the whole village must have heard him by the point that Balderich holds him still and secure, grunting low and heartfelt as he pumps him full of cum.

There is simply no way nobody has heard his love cries as the Alpha bred him deep, spreading him like nothing else has done before, cock fat and heavy and hot like a brand deep in his belly, kissing up at all those secret spaces and marking him forever.

He knows, deep and instinctual, that no other Alpha will ever be able to breed him as good and deep as this German soldier; that he’ll forever feel the warm, unsatisfying glow deep in his guts where he’s only been fucked once and never again.

He’s not been knotted – he’s pretty sure he wouldn’t have been able to take the swelling of it, even if he begged for it – and when Balderich carefully pulls out, it is accompanied by a lewd, wet squelching and the unstoppable flood of creamy cum dripping from Hanzo’s red, abused hole.

He whimpers, lowering his upper body, towards the broad chest he’s liberally scratched up during the mating – for once not preening and gloating and purring as the dull burn makes him realize that there is no way he’ll close up any time soon.

His cock feels stuffed full, swinging between his thighs, untouched but so very wet. He thinks he might have come sometime during the mating but he is not sure anymore. His head is swimming.

He mindlessly licks at the Alpha’s chest; grooming Balderich who chuckles soft and breathless.

“Now,” he mutters and Hanzo has no idea what he’s talking about – until he does. He cries out, soft and weak and melodious, unsure himself whether he is singing for that new Alpha that steps up behind him and rounding the puffy muscle with the blunt, fat head of his cock, or whether he is protesting him.

They are shushing him gently, their big hands stroking his vibrating body.

He feels whiney when Reinhardt pushes in slowly, carefully, and there is no real resistance anymore. His toes are curling, face heating up when the young Alpha behind him grunts low and satisfied and places a gentle, guiding hand at the small of his back.

“There you go… Taking all of me without a fuss. You’re so soft and hot inside…”

Hanzo is mortified, but his insides are liquid and needy; everything seems so soft and far away; Balderich crooning and stroking his sides as Reinhardt starts moving gently, fucking him with little thrusts that barely register in his overheated system.

He’s thought he’d never again feel an Alpha dick him as deeply as Balderich has, but here it is again: Reinhardt’s cock feeling like a fat, hot replica to the dick that he’s just played with, sliding deep through the mess left inside him and filling his swollen insides so completely it makes him all weepy.

He presses his forehead against Balderich’s hairy chest, feeling how hot the skin is after he’s scratched him up something fierce during their mating, and listens to the wet, filthy sounds of Reinhardt mounting him.

He can’t believe that he is still hungry for it; that he can hear the thick, creamy cum of the other Alpha froth out of the sides of his hole, pressed out by the Alpha ramming him, yet still be greedy for more. Another load. Another warm, thick load deep in his belly.

Hanzo’s muscles have capitulated sometime during Balderich’s breeding, simply fluttering helplessly around Reinhardt’s cock without offering any real resistance. If the Alpha is disappointed with the unresponsiveness of the little fuckhole he’s breeding, he does not sound like it.

Hanzo still purrs for him, at least; chirping little sounds of a pleased, satisfied Omega, his teats going hard and needy when Reinhardt laughs softly, then responds in kind: a low, rumbling purr that shudders through Hanzo and almost makes his teeth clack together.

God, but the German Alphas are well-trained, if even this young, upstart specimen can be so gentle with his Omega – especially with his rival still just there, Balderich humming and touching and petting, looking so very at ease with the whole situation.

“Wunderschöner Omega,” he is crooning, fingers playing with Hanzo’s dark hair, obviously unconcerned with the fact that Hanzo has started drooling onto his chest again. “Einfach atemberaubend.”