3rd Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 5th Fill

Endeavor and AllMight are stuck in a wall and get molested by a crowd of people

The fight is over, the Villain knocked unconscious by the combined effort of AllMight and Endeavor; yet the Heroes can’t relax quite yet. It is a… worrisome problem they find themselves in after they got flung through the air by the explosion and crossed multiple districts before finding their trajectory forcefully halted by a wall.

They are stuck. There is no other word for it. While their physiology has protected them from the harm that comes with being flung against a concrete wall with high velocity, they find themselves struggling to move even an inch in the rubble they find themselves in, halfway stuck inside the seemingly abandoned warehouse.

At least we didn’t harm anybody, AllMight thinks, sweat dripping from his forehead as he lets himself hang for just a moment to catch his breath. It feels weird; like his whole body has fallen asleep. His muscles, as big and bulging as they are, are kitten weak.

Endeavor does not seem to fare better. The wild flames usually licking around his face have sizzled down to something akin to a stubble. He looks dazed yet furious, wriggling in place just out of AllMight’s arm length and trying to squeeze himself back out through the whole he punched into the wall with his body.

Alas, he seems to be suffering from the same predicament as AllMight himself. He gives up after a few attempts, his face going almost impossibly red in his rage.

AllMight himself feels rather sheepish. He hadn’t even noticed the Villain nicking them with his vines after all. He isn’t worried; the poison is not strong enough to kill, but as is, they seem to be stuck for a while, unless-

He jerks as there is the unmistakable feel of a hand high up between his thighs, squeezing the rock hard muscle there, and from the sudden grunt to his side, Endeavor seems to experience the same peculiar sensation.

Seems like they’ve been found – though from the way his tight pants are getting slowly rolled down, himself helpless to do anything against it, he has the feeling that whoever is on the other side is not intending to help them just yet.

.o.

Endeavor had been very loud in the beginning; screaming his head off with insults that had AllMight’s ears burning hotter than the treatment he received from behind the wall; huge fists slamming against the concrete that would have crumbled like nothing just half an hour ago, and, AllMight thought, probably kicking out with his legs, trying to dissuade the people outside.

As time moved on, however, he became more quiet, head turned away from AllMight, so whenever he glances over, he can only see one flushed ear. He wants to say something soothing, but he feels like it’ll make the situation only worse for Endeavor.

He wonders what the people are doing to him; if it is in any way as intrusive as his own treatment; how they knead his ass and spread it open, however many eyes staring down on the peach pink clench of his hole.

There are hands on his balls and cock, too; measuring, stroking, squeezing until he can’t help but softly moan, and, when Endeavor jerks next to him at the sound, hides his face behind his hands in an effort to muffle himself.

He can’t help it that his cock is growing hard, tip getting wet at the cheeky little fingers of whoever has started slipping them under his foreskin to gently pinch the fat crown and swirl the liquid around beneath the silky skin.

He can hear Endeavor make little sounds, too; surprised little grunts that he’d love to know what elicits them. Is there a wet little tongue on his hole, as well? Licking wet and eager, trying so very hard to shove inside the desperate clench of his muscles?

It’s when Endeavor throws his head back, arms pressed from the elbow down against the wall, trying to push away that AllMight realizes what is happening to his companion – and is most likely his own fate as well. The soft rocking motions punctuated by Endeavor’s little desperate grunts are telling enough: Someone has started fucking him on the other side – and AllMight’s brain short circuits at the knowledge of it; of someone being brazen enough to fuck into Endeavor and have him speared on their cock.

(He wonders, for a dazed, hot second as he can feel someone’s cock kiss up to his own cunt, how hot Endeavor is inside.)

It is humiliating, hanging next to each other, making punched-out little sex noises as they get defiled; but all AllMight can think about is how many phones are directed at their asses, capturing how the number one and number two hero get molested by a crowd of people.

He wonders how long it will take until the video hits the web; and he’ll be able to watch it.

I had a good good exchange with @benevolentcannibal where she drew me a cute new profile pic and I wrote her a McGenji fic! She wanted naga McCree bullying nomad Genji into fucking him and that’s what she got ❤ sprinkled in some good good impregnation kink as well.

By the time Genji had heard the soft, melodic rattling, it had already been too late.

While usually he is proud of his own reflexes and his vast knowledge of the desert, there is nothing that could have saved him from his own utter exhaustion and his naive hope that just this once the desert would be benign enough to let him get away with a small camp and his back to a large rock.

The rattlesnake naga is huge; bigger than any he’s ever seen, and his thickly muscled tail is still toasty warm from the light of the sun that has not quite slipped over the horizon just yet.

He is also good at what he’s doing; clamping Genji’s arms easily to his sides with the bone crushingly heavy tail he’s wrapped around him while rough fingers patiently pat him down and slip all those little deceiving knives out of his pockets and secret places.

Genji’s belly feels tight, mouth gaping in stunned disbelief beneath the cloth covering it as he watches his stashes getting thrown into a little pile just out of reach.

“You are quite thoroughly armed,” the naga purrs. He has a deep voice that seems to rumble even through his tail, and Genji wonders how that works out for him; whether he uses it to attract other naga people like him; makes them follow the vibrations through the sand into their certain doom.

Maybe that’s the reason why he’s gotten so big – he has a natural advantage that lets him laze around and collect fat.

“And you are quite thorough in your search,” he sighs. He feels despondent in light of these new events, his headache pulsing behind his eyeballs and limbs too weak for the overwhelming grip of the thick tail wrapped around him from shoulders to ankles. He is quite sure that it would not take the naga any effort at all to crush him into a paste.

He’d never thought he’d die like this. It does not frighten him as much as he thought it would, but still he feels jittery and nervous, chest growing cold with the knowledge of his certain doom.

“Don’t be like that,” the naga murmurs. The tip of his tail comes up, the rattle pressing beneath Genji’s chin until his head is tipped up. It is a little difficult to tell with the weird twilight they have and his tinted glasses, but from what Genji can see, the naga is not only huge, he is massive. His tail is so long; lapping around itself in thick, muscled loops; wrapped around Genji with still enough length left to easily let the agile tip pat good-naturedly at his cheeks.

“Be like what?” Genji answers a bit clipped. He tries to twist around and look at the naga properly, but there is not much room to play for him, wrapped up like he is. When the naga realizes he is trying to get a look, he helpfully moves from behind him.

“You act like prey… don’t be afraid,” he tells him with a syrupy slow drawl, but Genji is distracted from the words for a moment, staring at him speechlessly… and maybe a little needy because it’s been a while since Genji has been in good company, and the naga is… delicious.

He is thick and hairy, as big as the rest of his massive sand colored tail suggests, and when Genji can only stare in stunned silence he seems to take it as the almost shocked lust it is and goddamn preens, teeth glinting white in the mess of his thick beard.

Genji hears the rattle of his tail click gently next to his ear, like the coquettish cluck of a tongue and then feels it worm its way gently beneath his helmet, looking for a way to push it up and away. While the naga works, he finds his words again, voice a bit faint as he rasps: “I am prey… shouldn’t I act like it?”

The naga hums low and drawn out, scratching through the beard along his jaw thoughtfully while his tail is still working slow and patient, the scales warm whenever they brush Genji’s strong jaw. He starts to suspect the naga is playing with him more than anything else.

“Who said you are?”

Genji stares at him, and it is then that the tail finally shoves his helmet off of his head. He doesn’t hear it hit the rock behind him or the thump of it falling into the sand. He figures the naga has caught it somewhere in the endless loops of his massive tail.

Genji starts wondering how he could have ever snuck up on him. He has to be visible from miles away.

“You are going to break all my bones and then eat me,” Genji finally murmurs when his brain picks up again. He wants to sound more snide about it, but he is exhausted and tired – and he can’t stop staring at the naga’s wide shoulders and strong, hairy chest. It almost seems… scandalous, somehow, that he should be this hairy. Brutish and sophisticated looking at the same time.

The naga makes a sound like purring as he sways closer until Genji can smell him: warm and dry like the desert he inhabits.

“Gorgeous,” the creature coos, the deep purring clicks of his voice accompanied by the dry clicks of his tail whose tip is wagging back and forth in an almost canine-like fashion. At the very least, he seems to be in a good mood, though Genji couldn’t say whether that’s a good prospect for his own well-being.

“What’s your name?”

The naga is close enough that Genji can make out the deep black of his slitted pupils within the dark brown of his irises. When he reaches for his face, Genji almost flinches back before he can make himself stay still and face his doom. All that happens, however, is that the creature cards his thick, blunt fingers through his hair and smiles wider. Close like this, Genji can see the little gaps in the upper row of teeth where he’s folded his sharp fangs back.

They’re minuscule; just big enough to let the needle sharp teeth snap into place, yet the sight makes Genji shudder, belly aching.

“Genji,” he asks with a rasp. He does not see a reason to deny his captor his name; anything else just seems petty, and while Genji isn’t very mature to begin with – as Hanzo is fond of reminding him whenever he sneaks back into the palace – he prides himself on not being a bad loser at the very least.

The naga hums. He is still so very close, his scaly, thick hips swaying and twisting gently as if in a dance.

“Genji…” he says slowly, his voice dropping a little deeper still; seemingly pure bass that rumbles through Genji and has him gasp despite his fear, nipples going hard and sensitive. The naga’s eyes crinkle at the corners. He braces himself with both hands against the large rock at Genji’s back, thickly muscled arms bracketing his head. “I like the sound of your name… It sounds nice. Gen-ji…”

He draws it out, his warm breath puffing across Genji’s face. Close like this, he can’t see the naga’s mouth anymore, but he still thinks about those little gaps in the row of his teeth. Wonders how it would feel if he slipped his tongue behind them and touched those very deadly fangs…

“My name is Jesse.”

Jesse does not seem to think much of personal space. Genji can still feel him gently swaying – dancing – for him, and his face is doing the same; just a smooth little left and right motion that is soothing him and making his belly unclench from the tight, frightful fist it has balled itself into.

“Jesse…” he breathes, and the naga hums again, tilts his head and gently rubs his cheek against Genji’s.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Genji. It’s not in my nature to crush my prey, I’ll have you know. But I found it keeps more still if I give it less opportunity to… squirm.”

Genji has trouble keeping up. He feels dazed and a bit feverish; as if Jesse’s already bitten him. Or maybe it is his massive, muscled tail that’s wrapped so very thoroughly and securely around him and still radiates the heat of the desert as it quickly starts to cool around them.

“Then you like to play with your prey?” Genji murmurs back against the naga’s ear. Jesse has wild long hair that’s tickling his nose and cheek.

Jesse chuckles and Genji closes his eyes, willing his cock to stop being so very interested in his impending doom. It presses against the tough muscle of the tail and he wonders just how sensitive naga’s tails are; just how well Jesse can feel what is happening on every inch of his massive body.

When Jesse makes that purring noise once more, his tail rippling around Genji, he thinks he’s gotten his answer to that one.

“I do like to play,” Jesse condedes, dry lips dragging along Genji’s scruffy jaw, his warm, forked tongue slipping out to tickle at his chin. “But you are a special kind of prey… The kind that I am not going to kill and eat.”

Genji shudders and he can’t help it that his hips shift forward, pressing his cock against the warm, living restraints, little stars exploding behind his eyelids. When did he close his eyes?

Jesse is massive and warm and everywhere around him, filling his aching head with that warm, deep voice of his and supporting his tired body in its entirety.

“And I’m supposed to believe that?”

The tail shifts a bit and before Genji can figure out which part of him has been laid bare, Jesse is already grabbing for his wrist and pulling his arm out a bit.

“Feel for yourself,” he purrs, pressing Genji’s palm against the solid bump of his belly. At first all Genji can feel is warm skin and thick, coarse hair until the naga mutters: “I already ate, right?”

It is true; Genji can feel how very full he is. The knowledge makes him squirmy and needy, his own voice dipping low and becoming rough with need as he asks: “So what is it you want?”

Jesse makes his curious little dance again before he shifts Genji’s hand; lets it slide down the nicely full belly until Genji feels the silky warm beginning of his scales, and then still a little deeper – until Genji’s fingertips bump against a silky soft… mound that opens up like a pretty slit, the insides wet to the point of being slimy.

Jesse’s eyes flutter closed and his mouth drops open as he leans his forehead against Genji’s. Genji wishes he could look down at what he is touching, but, being so very well versed in all things cunt he thinks he can deduce well enough.

“Oh?” he whispers, breath a little puff of hot air against Jesse’s face. He tries to squirm his arm farther out, give himself more room to work with, and Jesse’s tail accommodates him.

There’s a little wriggling thing right at the apex of the naga’s slit. At first Genji thinks it has to be some sort of clit, thumb gently brushing it and rounding it until Jesse is whining long and deep like one of those rare male sirens from the sea; but the little wriggling thing grows longer, slips out of the naga’s body, joined by a twin, curling shyly around Genji’s wrist, the skin hot and silky and slippery.

They’re his cocks he thinks almost hysterically. His cocks that are seemingly just as agile as his goddamn tail because they tug his hand to slip even lower; feel up his slimy slit until his fingers suddenly dip into a velvety hole.

Genji’s mouth drops open in a stupid little ‘o’ of surprise, his fingers working on muscle memory alone as he stupidly, brazenly simply starts fingerfucking the naga.

Jesse grunts and lets his head fall back. His mouth is open and Genji can see the bone white glint of his fangs folded against the roof of his mouth.

“That what you want?” Genji rasps and Jesse’s lower body undulates in his little dance. He fucks himself against Genji’s fingers.

“‘M ready for young,” Jesse purrs, his dark eyes looking as glassy and feverish as Genji feels. “Want you to put some eggs inside me. Want some pretty youngs from you…”

His hands are slipping amorously through Genji’s hair, pulling his head forward and cradling it against his wide, strong chest while his lower body keeps undulating, his twin cocks slipping against Genji’s forearm.Genji does his best in the restricted range he has to fuck him on his fingers, spreading them wide to feel the slimy warm walls squeeze down on him.

The tip of Jesse’s tail rattles out a funny little beat as if he remembers every few seconds that he has it, and Genji can’t help but mouth at a nipple that’s right there.

The naga’s fingers spasm against his scalp, then tighten just this side of painful and pull him back. Jesse’s pupils have expanded; he almost looks drugged up as he leans down, trembling hands clumsily pulling at Genji’s clothes.

“Why don’t you let me go?” Genji murmurs, “I could do all of that work…”

But Jesse don’t wants to hear any of it. In fact, he hisses at Genji, his massive tail tightening to the point of pain for a second before loosening up again. In his greed for cock he becomes more feral, and Genji realizes with a trickle of shame that the danger does not keep his dick from leaping into Jesse’s warm, dry palm when he finally manages to rip the last bit of fabric to the side.

“Good,” he purrs, voice so deep it does not sound human anymore. For a moment it looks like he wants to swoop down; get to know Genji’s dick on a personal level – but then he doesn’t. Instead, the sheer endless loops of his tail shift and slither, rearranging him around Genji while Genji marvels at just how intelligent the naga is; how he’s adapted multiple hunting strategies from other species – from the squeezing to the hypnotizing dance to his intelligent speech – and seems to lose all of it when that primal imperative of breeding kicks in.

When Jesse shifts closer this time, Genji’s belly has been freed from one heavy curl of tail to give the naga better reach of his cock.

He seems clumsy in his greed, hugging Genji’s head to his chest with both arms, rubbing his cheek against the top of his head, but when he finally lets himself sink down, he’s managed to line the slippery gape of his cloaca up perfectly with Genji’s bobbing, needy dick.

“Gonna have some pretty babies from you,” Jesse purrs, a bit dream like. His hips don’t move much – but his insides do. They screw down on Genji’s cock until it’s on the razor sharp edge to pain, and start to ripple and squirm; trying to milk him with single-minded neediness.

“Gonna use your cum and put it into some nice big eggs. Nice big eggs for nice, strong babes.”

Jesse’s tongue slithers out, tickling the shell of Genji’s ear. He is helplessly pinned to the spot. All he can do is feel and receive, and the naga’s words are doing something fucked up with his head; make him think about how much he loves to be used like this; like nothing more than a toy fit to put some eggs into this powerful creature’s belly.

He squeezes his eyes shut, thinking about how in a few months Jesse would be writhing in the hot sand, grunting as he presses out one big, full egg after the other from the silky little fuck hole that he’s stuffing full of Genji’s dick right now.

Maybe it is some primal part in Genji that is preening at the thought of such a strong mate. Maybe it is the fact that there are tears of overstimulation prickling at the corners of his eyes from the harsh grip Jesse’s strong inner muscles have on his cock – but he does not fight the forced coupling.

The naga is… well. He is probably as gentle as he can be. He keeps petting Genji’s hair, purring and rattling the tip of his tail, but it is clear that for all that he’s been enamored with Genji earlier, in his mind he’s been reduced to little more than a nice big dick and a good partner for his clutch.

His twin cocks are rubbing against Genji’s belly. They’ve somehow managed to slip beneath the fabric of his protective armor and are dragging along his skin, slippery, slimy, hot in a way that makes him feel like he is going to be feeling the phantom touch of the naga’s cocks for years to come.

“Give me your cum,” Jesse croons, his thick hips starting to jerk just a bit, fucking his cloaca along Genji’s cock, and Genji suspects he is either about to come – or is already doing so; thick, viscous liquid squirting against him as Jesse grunts and his inner muscles work. “Come on, come on… fill me up nice. Make me some strong babes…”

His big hands are pawing restlessly at Genji; feeling him up and petting him everywhere he can reach. He is not sure if it is an accident or whether the naga has knowledge of this, too, but suddenly his big, warm hand curls around Genji’s testicles and tugs just so – and Genji comes, stars exploding behind his eyelids and mouth open wide against the side of Jesse’s neck. Maybe he bites him, he honestly can’t tell; but he can feel Jesse surge against him anew, his cloaca squeezing and milking like the eager little mouth of a calf on it’s mother’s teat, and it is all too much too hard too good.

.o.

When Genji awakes come morning, he has to lie there for a moment longer, blinking blearily into the slowly brightening sky and wondering why his whole body aches.

The knowledge comes back sudden and full and he jerks upright, looking around in a white hot panic – but the huge rattlesnake naga is nowhere to be found.

He’d be inclined to think it was all just a fever dream, but the soreness of his pelvis speaks of another story altogether.

Genji wonders if the naga got his wish and will have pretty, strong babes.

3rd Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 4th Fill

McCree/Hanzo – bathroom sex; age difference; sloppy seconds; body inspection

Continuation of this fic with young!Hanzo, older!McCree. McCree calls Hanzo a kid but that’s just his way of referring to him. Hanzo is in his mid-twenties.

McCree watches the kid throughout the whole meeting just because the way he subtly squirms beneath the heavy-lidded gaze amuses him to no end. He puffs slowly on his cigar, one of many around the table, and doesn’t fail to notice how the young heir’s cheeks become pink as his dark pretty eyes watch how his lips wrap around the end.

Jesse is not used to little ex-virgins immediately becoming cocky and wanting someone else to wet their dicks for them, but he figures this one is a prissy yakuza prince so it kind of makes sense.

At any rate, he makes sure to grin nice and slow as he watches him, leaning back far and hooking a thumb behind the big buckle on his belt. He thinks about how daddy’s perfect little son is currently leaking the cum he fucked frothy just this morning and his grin becomes a little wider before he hides it behind the hand lifting his cigar towards his mouth once more.

The break in the meeting can’t come quick enough. He almost laughs when the kid shoots out of his chair like he’s got burned and stumbles out of the room under the frowning gaze of his father. McCree stays a bit longer, lingering to make sure nobody will suspect a connection – and because he wants to make the kid wait longer.

When he finally swaggers into the bathroom he can’t immediately spot where he’s hidden himself away until the stall at the very end opens just a bit, one sleek dark eye staring at him with a bit of a crazed glint.

Jesse grins and makes his way over. He shoves himself inside and ignores the trembling eager hands that are immediately on him, feeling up his wide hips and thick thighs as if he tries to make it seem like he’s not greedy for another round on Jesse’s cock.

Jesse clicks his tongue at him and easily grabs his wrists, pulling them away from his body.

“Turn around. I wanna see if you kept your promise.”

The kid flushes a violent shade of red but complies hastily. He does not protest as McCree opens up his pants and works them together with his underwear to sit underneath his ass, but he does start panting already, wet and quick. McCree’s big knuckles brush Hanzo’s hard cock and he grins.

“Took cock once and you’re already a bitch for it,” he murmurs low and the kid’s head whips around, stares at him alarmed.

“Quiet!” he hisses and Jesse grins at him. They can hear the bathroom door opening and more people enter. Hanzo’s ears are brick red. McCree’s gaze falls down to his hole; still a dark shade of pink with cum dried tacky between his cheeks.

When he pushes his thumb in and pulls down against the tender little muscle he spread open so wide just a few hours ago, he can see that yes, Hanzo held his promise.

There’s still Jesse’s cum inside him, creamy and sticky, and McCree starts fucking him on his thumb because he’s been a good boy.

The kid does not seem to appreciate it much, though: he has a hand pressed against his mouth and is shooting angry glances at him over his shoulder even though his cheeks are brick red and muffled little fucksounds are being tickled out of him.

In the stall next to them the flush is activated and Hanzo jumps, his internal muscles squeezing down on Jesse’s thumb. Jesse grins and utilizes the subsequent hand-washing noises to open up his belt.

He slaps his cock against the kid’s ass and from the look of it he is close to tears because he wants it but also is afraid they’ll get found out.

“Jus’ be quiet and everythin’ will be a-ok,” Jesse murmurs as he leans across him, bracing himself against the wall while Hanzo’s sweaty palms are slipping against the lid of the toilet.

It’s a lot easier this time to fuck into him. His cunt remembers well how to take his cock, and Jesse is smug that he assumed correctly: the yakuza prince is a born cockslut.

They’ll have to be quick about it, the meeting will resume in just a few minutes; but Jesse is determined to let him walk back in there with a new load warming his belly.

3rd Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 3rd Fill

Angelo/Team; Angelo/Roadhog – cumdumpster; ignoring kink; living gloryhole

In the beginning, Angelo had still been so very nervous about the whole thing; clumsily dropping everything he worked on so he could get to his knees and suck off whoever wandered in and just started opening their pants.

He’s been sloppy and needy, making cute little noises as he bobbed on a nice, juicy cock and got teary eyed when he fucked it too deeply into his throat and it made him gag.

He’s a good boy, and an excellent doctor; very happy to help out his teammates and let them work off some tension.

The longer it goes on, though, the less nervous he becomes about it which… makes it almost better for the others.

He does no longer scramble to put down his work and give them his undivided attention; he merely smiles at them absent minded and sweet and stands from his stool, or bends over if he’s been standing all along, and lets them do all the work of flipping up his white coat and getting his ass naked for access.

He’ll barely even grunt when they slip into his loose hole; already prepared by him or well-used by several other visits, cum dripping and rim butter soft for the next cock to slide into him, body sturdy and big enough for some harsh, deep rabbiting thrusts that have him grunt vaguely, brows knitting as he tries to keep his hands still enough to write on the data pad.

And maybe some of his team get off on his barely-perceptible responses; on how they can fuck him as hard as they like and he still throws them absent-minded little smiles across his shoulder, nodding like a caretaker that’s politely encouraging a child.

Some like it when it’s further in the day and they can slide into the mess other’s left earlier. When they can put a hand on his belly and almost feel the cum deposited in his guts sloshing around.

Others like it when they’re close to the first; able to better feel his silky cunt around their dicks, when it’s not yet stretched out from good and frequent use throughout the day.

And one still manages to get a rise out of the good doctor, just from turning the game around: Roadhog strolling in and flipping up his coat just like anybody else, not caring about what Angelo is occupied with at the moment – or who he is occupied with, and producing a faint, little ‘O-oh…’ in response.

His is the only cock Angelo gets nervous for still; sturdy and fat enough to be felt no matter how many have utilized his hole beforehand; silent and not even giving a grunt of acknowledgement when Angelo greets him with a faint waver to his voice.

He’ll not even look down at him while he has him on his cock – instead his expressionless mask will slowly look around the sterile rooms, ignoring the warm, living gloryhole he’s pulled onto his cock, heavy gut resting on the good doctor’s back so he’ll have less to carry as he deep dicks him with deep, grunting thrusts.

When Roadhog fucks him, there is no way for Angelo to keep doing his work. He’ll have to bite into his sleeve and hold on for the ride, eyes rolling up into his head with how well he’s getting spread on Hog’s fat dick, rim burning like none of the others can do anymore.

He’ll get painfully hard – has to jerk off quick and brutal to try and come before Hog does, because there’ll be no helping hand afterwards. There’s no thought to his own pleasure as Roadhog gruntfucks into him, and as sweet as everybody else is to him, Angelo is kind of addicted to this harsh treatment; sometimes even slows down so he will not manage to orgasm, effectively denying himself the release just so he can remember the encounter for longer…

Because while he loves each and every cock – this particular one, he’ll never get used to.

3rd Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 2nd Fill

Reyes/Akande (+McCree) – centaur!Reyes; centaur!Akande; rough/animalistic sex; dominance through fucking; watersports; gaping

Gabriel is a right bastard. He is not quite terrorizing the other inhabitants of Jesse’s little rescue farm, but it is a close call most of the time. Jesse doesn’t think that he is doing it out of malicious intent, but Gabriel is big and strong and he likes to make others feel it.

And to clarify: Jesse hasn’t gotten Akande to terrorize Gabriel in turn. He hasn’t. He has his little farm because he likes helping those unfortunate animals and animal-hybrids that have been done wrong by humans. He’d figured Gabriel was lonely; needed someone his own size so they could playfully rough each other up.

He’s not quite expected… this.

Akande hasn’t been here for quite three whole days but he’s already established himself quite thoroughly. Especially with Gabriel who he is in the process of mounting as Jesse steps into the stables, bucket of delicious greens clattering to the floor as the handle slips out of his suddenly lax fingers.

Akande has Gabriel against the sides of one of the boxes; not quite cornered but close enough that Jesse his half-way to grabbing for a pitchfork to make the frankly ridiculously huge centaur let off of Gabriel (who is larger than life himself but still looks small beneath Akande’s muscled bulk) when he sees how Gabriel’s rump is curving; bearing down helpfully, hind legs dancing a bit apart.

Akande is purring something in their own language, mounted up far enough that he can easily touch Gabriel’s trembling shoulders. Gabriel groans in response.

Jesse is rooted to the floor, watching as Akande’s terrifyingly large cock sways between Gabriel’s hind legs before the large centaur shoves himself farther up Gabriel’s back, front legs curled around Gabriel’s wide, heaving belly.

The new position makes Gabriel’s rump curve down lower still. Brings the soft, pouting ring of his anus into the prefect position for the flared, blunt tip of Akande’s cock.

For a second Jesse is distracted from the heart-clenching sight of Akande trying to force the fat dick into Gabriel by the hissing sound of Gabriel pissing; his cock is out and hanging beneath his belly; a submissive, excited stream of urine hitting the hay beneath them.

Jesse can just stare, mouth agape, a pitiful erection tenting his overalls.

Watching the centaurs fuck is like watching continents collide. He can’t quite compute how Gabriel actually managed to take Akande’s massive cock, but the truth is that his lovely hole is stretched wide around the intrusion, his tail cocked helpfully to the side to let the big, gorgeous centaur fuck into him, their large sacs hitting against each other with obscene, fleshy slaps.

There is no way for Gabriel to dance away; Akande is heavy, pinning him down and keeping him locked to the spot. Forces him to get deep dicked until Jesse thinks Gabriel has to feel it in his belly. Hell – he has to taste the massive cock by now; especially given how he is basically reduced to gurgling, spurts of pee hitting the hay at irregular intervals; probably whenever Akande hits a particularly good spot that zings right along Gabriel’s long spine and makes him realize just how utterly dominated he is by the big centaur.

Jesse couldn’t tell the exact time when Akande fills Gabriel up; one rough thrust is just like the next; slow and almost lazy, the big centaur taking his time as he breeds up his new mare.

When he slides off, Jesse takes an aborted step forward, then stands still again, staring at the gape of Gabriel’s dark, silky hole, and how dark pink his insides become; how watery Akande’s cum is as it starts to drip out of Gabriel who keeps standing with his hind legs far apart, tail held aloft so it wouldn’t get messy while he’s still groaning; still acting like he’s being fucked sloppy and ruined by Akande’s massive cock spearing into him.

Jesse’s own cock is throbbing and wet, mouth dry as he stares at the mess Akande left behind and wonders just how silky Gabriel’s ass would feel against his face as he pressed it into the gape and started rimming him…

3rd Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 1st Fill

Reaper/Balderich/Crusaders/Reinhardt – ABO – Omega!Reaper and Alpha!Balderich show the young Alphas the ropes. ~1000 words

There’s nothing of the bravado or arrogance to be seen in the Crusaders when the third Alpha gets bucked off embarrassingly easy and has Gabriel’s teeth at his throat a second later.

They watch in a gaggle of huge, meaty bodies, eyes big and round and slacks straining with awkward erections from watching Commander Reyes presenting and getting mounted by the more cocky Alphas in their division before subsequently throwing them off and showing them how easily he could have ripped their throats out.

They’ve done something wrong in their whole approach; it’s the only reason for the Omega denying them, because when there’s not one of them trying to mount up and breed him well, he looks delicious and approachable and like he wants nothing more than getting his belly filled with a nice, meaty cock.

There’s a sly gaze he throws over his shoulder seconds before lowering them to the ground; lifting his hips again into the air. He is still wearing workout pants but the Commander’s ass is a thing of legend and the young, potent Alphas of the Crusader division don’t need much prompting anyway.

Their cocks lift quick and needy like well-trained pups, but now they are not so sure anymore about how to approach the delicious Omega.

The tense silence is broken by their own commanding officer’s sudden, booming laugh. Balderich stands from his lazy lean against one of the tables along the walls of the gym and comes closer, clapping the first of his Crusader’s on the shoulder and rubbing away a tear of laughter with the other with the other hand.

“We are lucky you lot are not needed for any honeypot missions. Sit an Omega down in front of your noses and you have no idea how to handle them and devolve into blubbering idiots.” The sting of the words is taken by his good natured laugh accompanying it as he makes his way towards the Blackwatch Commander who has merely turned his head lazily where it’s resting against the mat and is watching the advance of the new Alpha with as much unconcern as the past three times.

The younger Alphas shift, their sullen expressions brightening somewhat as they follow the proceedings; eager to see their commanding officer fall into the same trap as they have.

As is, it doesn’t come as expected: the closer Balderich gets, the more prominent some sort of noise becomes until they recognize it for what it is – the rusty, grating purr of Reyes whose face loses all those sharp, mean edges and becomes soft and welcoming.

They can’t figure out what the difference is. Balderich is just as big, just as imposing as the rest of them, yet when he crouches down next to Reyes and puts one paw like hand against his neck to hold him down gentle but unrelenting, the Omega just groans and goes sweet for him, twisting mildly just to feel the restraint that keeps him pinned.

“There you are,” Balderich croons, free hand tugging on Reyes’ sweatpants; exposing his naked ass to the room, spreading his cheeks so the young Alphas can have a look at what a well-used Omega hole looks like; dark and soft and glistening with a bit of slick that Balderich massages into his skin with two big sausage like fingers.

Reyes groans, squirms and reaches back, helpfully spreading his ass for the old Alpha. The young Crusaders shift, cocks still hard for the pretty Omega, though still intimidated by his earlier bearings.

Balderich glances at them as he slips one fat finger into Reyes, seemingly on second thought; clinically like he’s done it a million times before. Maybe he has. The Omega goes stiff at the intrusion; visibly bears down and holds absolutely still for the faux breeding. So very well trained.

“Wilhelm,” Balderich suddenly barks, and after a second of stillness, Reinhardt slips out from between the other young Crusaders, blue eyes a bit glazed. A gorgeous Alpha; painfully pretty, almost.

“Come here. You’ll all get your turns…”

Reinhardt stumbles forward, practically led by his dick, and after a nervous look at the Omega, then at the commanding Alpha’s calm, stoic face, slowly crouches down.

“Here. Feel him. You need to be good to an Omega; and they’ll be good to you.” Reinhardt hesitates, but when Balderich moves, pressing down against the glistening rim, he springs into motion and slides one of his own fingers alongside, face going a dark shade of pink as Commander Reyes groans low and drawn out into the floor at the feel of two fat fingers stretching his hole.

Balderich stays where he is, holding the Omega down with gentle relentlessness. Soon enough, Reyes starts to purr again; interspersed by choked sounds of pleasure as young Alpha after Alpha steps up and gets to finger him; feel their first Omega cunt suckling and wet and hot and oh-so-welcoming cradling their fingers.

They are fascinated; enamored with the pretty Omega that purrs for them and lets them finger fuck him until they’ve milked him off all his cum; have him cry out hoarse in overstimulation as the last person pulling out makes him orgasm dry; the sensation along his swollen, puffy rim enough by now.

Balderich’s face is brick red but he is laughing, his big hand still on the Commander’s neck; squeezing gently, thumb rubbing back and forth.

“I think this first lesson was a success,” he says, voice a little quieter than his usual boom. A little hoarse.

He tilts his head towards the door, commands them to go hit the showers. Only Reinhardt sees for a second as he turns around before slipping out, how their commanding officer slips behind the fucked-out Omega.

Compilation Fic from the Creature Feature comp!

Here, have the McReyes fic out of the Creature Feature compilation (you can find more on that here) with centaur!Gabriel.

I hope you enjoy :3c

There was no deceiving Gabriel. The centaur was stupidly intelligent. Frustratingly so, even. He would watch Jesse with those dark, knowing eyes of his, silent and brooding from across the paddock, beefy arms crossed and dark hooves shoving occasionally at the dirt.

Jesse could try and be as inconspicuous as possible; never watching Gabriel full-on; just gazing at him out of the corner of his eyes or from behind the curtains of his room on the second floor.

He could do smalltalk, make an effort not to let his hands linger anywhere as he carefully cleaned the centaur until his coat was gleaming dark and silky, his voice wobbling only the slightest bit when he got to scrubbing the brush along the firm, warm curve of Gabriel’s belly, staying clear of the soft, tender area on his lower abdomen…

Yet still, Gabriel would look like he knew every dirty fantasy flitting through Jesse’s head when he lay in bed alone, hand generously slicked up for his cock to push in, squelching obnoxiously and filthy in the silent room; thinking of Gabriel and his silky, fleshy sheath and the cock hidden within; thinking of his large, mouth-watering balls between his strong thighs.

Sometimes he thought Gabriel was taunting him, when he galloped across the paddock at a leisurely pace, silky black tail held high in the breeze, showing off the soft opening of his anus and the bounce of his testicles… and other times he thought there could be no way that Gabriel was doing this on purpose. That the centaur had other things to worry about after a life lived in captivity to get ridden in rodeos, than to get an awkward, horny young man hot and bothered for him.

But… Gabriel was Gabriel – and he was an inscrutable bastard at the best of times.

.o.

Gabriel looks drowsy that morning, leaning his upper body against the partition of his box, arms folded, head resting on them as Jesse starts going to work – but he knows better than to let his guard down. Gabriel is a good guy most of the time, but sometimes he is an asshole, too, and Jesse has leapt away from his hoofs more often than he’d like to admit.

“Didn’t sleep well?” Jesse asks conversationally, just to break the silence even though it is a comfortable one. He couldn’t trust himself in silence, though. Silence meant he had to focus on all those other things: like how warm and musky it smelled here; how strong Gabriel looked, how his lean belly moved slow with his breaths.

Gabriel simply hums. He doesn’t pay much attention to Jesse, utilizing him more like a personal servant than anything else, and that… is even hotter. Jesse swallows, palm sweating against the rubber of the brush as he scrubs it across the tantalizing swell of Gabriel’s ass. He hesitates there for a second, heart beating in his throat, glancing towards Gabriel’s front and looking at the relaxed slant of his broad shoulders before he presses the heel of his free hand against his cock and pays extra attention to that special spot at the base of the centaur’s tail; making the firm rubber teeth scratch vigorously until he can see out of the corner of his eyes how Gabriel lifts his head in attention, his big body moving, slowly leaning back and into the massage.

The tips of Jesse’s ears heat up, his chest feeling too small for the air he wants to pull as he keeps rubbing, scratching, massaging the base of Gabriel’s tail, cock swelling in the loose overalls he donned for this dreary morning.

He fantasizes about reaching beneath Gabriel’s tail; of his trembling fingertips touching the velvety soft skin of his pouting rim, his anus tender to his questing, cheeky digits. He thinks about how Gabriel might react. Maybe he would encourage him. Hum deep and content, tail lifting out of the way, the old branding on his flank shimmering wet in the dull light in the stables as he lets Jesse shift behind him, lets those nervous, long hands feel up the thick, strong muscles of his thighs, maybe shifts his hoofs apart and lets Jesse cradle the heavy swell of his testicles, squeeze them, fondle them…

“…some slick.”

Gabriel’s tail flicks, the ends of the stiff hairs catching the side of Jesse’s neck in a stinging lash. Jesse jerks back, a pained cry stuck in his throat. All he can do is suck in air sharply, hand coming up to touch the throbbing spot and hitting himself in the face with the brush in the process. He scowls, throwing the brush to the floor so he can touch his neck once more, carefully this time.

“What was that for?”

“You weren’t listenin’.”

“To what?”

Gabriel watches him calmly over the swell of his shoulder, one hind leg softly thumping against the ground. He would look casually relaxed if not for the antsy twitching of his muscles beneath the glossy dark coat of fur.

“I said ‘Get some slick’.”

Jesse’s dark expression lightens somewhat. His cock throbs and his mouth runs dry. He pulls in a deep breath and releases it in a nervous stutter as he rubs his sweaty palms against his thighs, trying to ignore the insistent tent of his crotch.

“I… what…?”

Gabriel slowly stretches, his strong body stiffening in a sinuous line. Jesse watches helplessly, staring at the tight muscles of Gabriel’s upper back. In this light, the scars from his rodeo harness are barely visible. When he lets go of the tension, he sighs deeply and slowly rounds in a tight circle, his dark eyes boring into Jesse’s flushed, eager face.

“Get some slick,” he tells him, deep voice lower than usual. He leans down until his face is close to his caretaker; until Jesse can see that his neatly groomed beard is just the same shade of dark, warm brown than the rest of his fur. “I want to fuck you.”

Jesse’s brain short circuits for a moment and he can only stare, dumbfounded, cock helplessly drooling, smearing directly against the coarse material of his overalls because he could not have been bothered with underwear that day.

Gabriel’s eyelids lower. His large hoofs stomp gently against the ground once more. He is just as nervous as Jesse but can hide it better.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me. You’re a little centaur freak, aren’t you?” He lifts his hand, tickling the fingertips along Jesse’s cheek. “But you’re in luck. I’m in the mood, so…”

Jesse feels a little drunk. Gabriel has never talked this much, and he wonders whether this is even real; whether he isn’t still in his room and dreaming all of it up. Gabriel is touching his face, fingers careful and curious, petting his cheeks and testing the give of his mouth.

“Or… don’t you want to?”

Jesse takes a shuddering breath, trembling fingers going up to the closing of his overalls.

“Oh damn. I want to. So badly.”

.o.

He’s not sure how he thought this would go down but leaning over a crate, thighs slicked with thick, creamy leather polish and Gabriel’s cock squeezed between them, he knew he would never have been able to think of anything better anyway.

He is whimpering, high and helpless, arms curled around one of Gabriel’s front legs, just hugging it and trying to keep standing while his knees are shaking and weak and his cock feels fucking insignificant next to the large horse dick rubbing through the slick valley of his thighs.

He can hear Gabriel above him, grunting softly with every nudge of his hips, and Jesse wishes he had been able to plan all of this ahead because he’d have put up a mirror to see Gabriel’s face more easily. Instead he has to crane his neck and peer up at him; watch how the usually stern, no-nonsense face was flushed dark and how he was hiding his eyes behind one thickly muscled forearm.

Gabriel looks, for lack of a better word, shy. Almost embarrassed that he has his caretaker beneath him, using the soft, slicked up thighs to fuck between in little thrusts that jostle Jesse and make his balls throb. He whimpers, carefully lets go of his clutch at Gabriel’s leg and reaches down, his face hot, his chest even hotter as he touches trembling fingertips to the flat, flared head of the centaur’s cock.

It is wet to the touch and when the questing little fingers register, Gabriel makes a sound like a wounded animal and thrusts harder, jostling Jesse who tries to hold his ass up helpfully and nestle it into the warm, fragrant crook of Gabriel’s crotch.

He wishes he had enough coordination to reach down with both hands; curl them around Gabriel’s cock and hug it to his belly. Make him rub along all of him to help him get off. His cock is drooling copiously, helping to make everything slick and wet and the thought that a good part of the sticky mess covering Gabriel’s thick shaft was from Jesse himself was… oh dear.

Oh dear.

“I’m not… I’m not gonna… gonna hold on for long,” he whimpers, hiccups it out, his thighs trembling and knees nearly giving way, thinking of the huge beast laboring above him, fucking his thighs so carefully, so restrained… he wants him to rail him. Fuck him against a higher crate. Against the breeding stand where both of them have better chances of finding purchase and he’ll be able to go to town on him.

“Gonna come,” Jesse whines, his thighs stinging as they start chafing, muscles protesting with how tightly he keeps them clamped, so very determined to give Gabriel a good, warm spot to jerk off into.

So determined to be this centaur’s fleshlight.

“Fuck,” he hears the centaur mumble, softly, indistinct, and there’s a thick jet of pre-cum coating his tickling, nervous fingers still rounding the flared head, continuously touching the shallow groove of his piss hole. “Yes. Ok. Fuck. Come… Come with me.”

Gabriel’s trembling, nervous hands reach down, fumbling, searching, then finally finding Jesse’s head to cup his face between his sweaty palms, his ass still hunching to fuck between his thighs.

“Come with me.”

2nd Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 10th Fill

Dva76 – Anal; Gag; Just The Tip; Humiliation/Dirty Talk – Hana just lets him do things to her…

“Stay still. You want my dick?” Hana turns her head, staring at him out of the corner of her eye, she mewls but it is muffled from the ball gag that he shoved between her teeth earlier. He is still moving his hips, dragging his cock slowly between her plump lips. A slow back and forth motion that has made her progressively more desperate to try and catch the swollen tip against her greedy little fuckhole.

The crown catches against her swollen clit for a moment and Jack can see her go cross-eyed as she groans like an animal into her gag. He stops, one big hand coming down in a heavy slap against her ass.

“I asked you something. Do you want my dick?” She shudders at the sound of his rough voice. He can see goosebumps raising on her arms as she starts nodding vigorously.

“Then stay still.” He holds her hips, thumbs pulling her ass cheeks apart as he draws back his cock back through her gash once more, her whining making a ridiculous crescendo as the fat tip comes to rest at her sloppy hole for just a second. She lowers her upper body minimally, bearing down like an animal ready to be mounted – and then the moment passes as he pulls even further back, his cock bouncing in the air for a second before he presses it against the tight clench of her backdoor.

Hana squeaks and turns her head, staring at him with big, dark eyes, but she is also not complaining as he furrows his brow and starts pressing in slowly, forcing the tight muscle to spread for his dick.

Hana groans, more drool slipping down her chin as her eyes roll up for a second before she lets her head swing forward once again, lowered as she bears down on the intrusion, her tiny hole spreading impossibly wide on his fat dick.

He is digging his fingertips hard enough into her flesh that she will be bruised tomorrow. She takes it like a champ and nervously wiggles her ass when he’s spread her on the widest part of his crown for long enough to make her jittery about the insane stretch.

“Stay,” he barks, a bit harsher than he intended to, but she complies immediately. Her hole spasmes around his dick and he can see her cunt working as well, the silky opening of her snatch moving weakly as she works more slimy slick out of her. She obviously loves the treatment.

“You’re still tight back here,” he rasps, not moving an inch; cock still just barely inside her and making her feel the burn of the stretch. “Not as sloppy as your cunt. Must be taking cock every day of the week for it to feel as used as it does.”

She squeals again at his words, sounding like a pig; and even though she throws him a sassy look, she is flushed a deep red and lets him still do as he pleases.

“Think I need to stretch this one out before I use it properly,” he muses with a rasp. He still can’t believe the things Hana lets him do to her. Aaah the shameless youth…

He fucks her on the tip of his cock just to hear her squeal whenever the fattest part of the crown pops in and out of her little asshole. She clenches on him in a vice and sounds like she’s going crazy within minutes, but instead of fighting and forcing him to fuck her deep, she lets him use her like he pleases while she comforts herself with stuffing her cunt full of three of her little fingers.

What a delightful little slut.

2nd Batch of Ko-Fi Fics: 9th Fill

Reaper76 – corporal punishment; handcuffs; dub-con – Jack and his guys routinely take time out of their day to repay themselves for a job well done. The more annoying prisoners are part of that payment.

(Jack is not as bad as he likes to think.) (Still be aware this is dub-con/non-con)

Jack takes his time tugging prisoner 24’s threadbare slacks down. Pulling them low enough to expose the man’s tight, big ass and the tops of his meaty thighs is close to a religious experience, and he thinks he can almost hear the groan of the guys behind the observation glass.

Prisoner 24 does not appreciate the treatment, however. There is not much he can do, chained to the table as he is, but he still tries to twist his hips away and kick out like a stubborn mule.

It is not Jack’s first rodeo, however, and Gabriel’s legs can’t go far with the ropes looped around his ankles and secured to the legs of he chair.

“You are all sick fucks,” Gabriel finally spits out as he realizes there is not much he can do to get away. His muscles are bunched beneath the fabric of his shirt. He is huge and muscular and Jack doesn’t think they’d ever had a prisoner that was so downright gorgeous.

“And you are all a pain in the ass. I think we deserve some… sugar every once in a while.”

He could worship prisoner 24’s ass for an eternity and never get tired of it. He kneads it and spreads it, staring at the tight, fleshy clench of his hole and fantasizing about how soft it would be cushioning his dick. He wants to kneel down and rim him within an inch of his life but the guys are watching and so he has to postpone that for another time.

Gabriel hisses and growls and spits, raging as much as he can with his limited options, but when Jack pushes in he arches his back and presents his ass all the same. Jack has never had a prisoner that has managed to sound like he is going to kill him the second he gets a chance while writhing on his dick like a seasoned whore, body trembling and perfect for him.

He gets a bit breathless, at least. His voice takes on a bit of a whine when Jack begins fucking him in earnest, cock pressing in deep and intrusive, lube dripping to the floor between their feet because he’s used way too much; but it’s better to use too much than too little.

He knows the others will be jerking it just about now. There’s not too much to see of the action the way Jack is bend over prisoner 24’s back and humping him like a goddamn dog, but Gabriel has been enough of a bastard to let them get off on seeing him taken down a peg anyway.

Gabriel is pushing back into him, pressing the meaty roundness of his ass into Jack’s sharp hipbones, mouth going open and eyes a bit soft and dazed as Jack manages to nail a particularly good spot over and over.

Jack wants to reach up and feed him his fingers; play with his slippery, pink tongue while he deep dicks him; but he does not trust the momentary quiet and likes his fingers to be where they are, thankyouverymuch.

He fills him up too quickly for his own liking; it feels like he is coming his goddamn brains out through his goddamn dick, Gabriel’s ass taking it all greedily – and when he steps back breathing hard and sweat pearls on his forehead, Gabriel is still rock hard and needy, his cock as massive as the rest of him, swinging heavy between his thighs while his hole is still gaping and shining with slick. Showing off those wet, warm insides Jack had messed up.

He doesn’t know if the guys are still watching, but he also just can’t let this go. He just can’t. So he falls onto his knees and pulls the prisoner’s dick back behind his thighs, awkwardly pinching his balls between the fat shaft and his taint in the process, but Gabriel’s weak question of what the fuck he is doing is drowned out by his gurgled shout when Jack noisily slurps the tip of his cock into his mouth.

2nd Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 8th Fill

McHanzo – Virgin Kink; SPH – Hanzo asked Jesse to fuck him and Jesse is surprisingly sweet about it… while managing to be a bastard at the same time

“Hah… J… Jesse…” Hanzo is clawing at the rumpled sheets, face mostly turned into the mattress. He’s already so worked up and Jesse has barely squeezed the tip of his cock into that peach pink hole Hanzo had offered him earlier.

Jesse’s voice is strained as he answers, trying and failing to sound not as on edge as he already feels with that silky heat wrapped around him and squeezing like a goddamn vice.

“Jus’… Jus’ try to relax…” He grabs at Hanzo’s hip, trying to keep him still as he angles his own leg for some leverage and pushes forward again. Lying on their sides makes it easier for Hanzo to accept the massive, unfamiliar intrusion – he thinks, at least – but it makes it more difficult to get his cock where he wants it to be so very badly.

Hanzo, true to form, does the exact opposite and clenches up sharp on the next couple inches and bows his back away from Jesse; though, Jesse notes as he scrabbles at him to keep him still again, he does not try to get away.

Jesse takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, then grunts: “Alright. Maybe like this-”

He hooks his cybernetic arm underneath Hanzo’s upper thigh and lifts it to take some of the wriggle room from him and also open his delicious virgin ass up further for his cock. Hanzo makes a rough sort of grunting cry and when Jesse works himself up onto his elbow to glance around the archer’s broad shoulders, he can see him slowly, almost dreamily lick at the hand he has balled into the sheets in front of his face, wet lips mouthing messily at the ball of his thumb as if he needed to be doing something with his needy mouth.

“There you go,” Jesse mutters, belly hot with need. He is surprised by his own eagerness. He can’t remember the last time he felt like this as he usually fucks slow and leisurely; almost lazily. Having Hanzo Shimada offer him the virginal clench of his tender ass is obviously doing things to him.

Not enough things, though, to not make him a bastard about it. His cybernetic hand, close to the source anyway, starts groping. Hanzo jerks and gurgles when Jesse gets his palm filled with the nice little handful that Hanzo is packing.

He sucks at the tip of Hanzo’s shoulder and makes sure to let him feel his beard as he cants his hips forward and feeds him more of his cock.

“Don’t need me askin’ why you are still all nice and untouched, hm?” he mumbles, thumb stroking soothingly across Hanzo’s cocklett like it’s a little animal. It is cute, really; so very short and a bit fat. A sweet little treat that Jesse can’t wait to suck into his mouth, but Hanzo shudders and flushes violently, inner muscles going lax all of a sudden to allow Jesse to slip inside to the hilt.

“Can’t hope to satisfy anybody with a little thing like that, mh? Seen clits that are bigger…”

He’s mean about it, but only because Hanzo likes it. He goes wild for it, small cock flexing adorably while Jesse can finally start in on fucking him slow and careful, using Hanzo’s distraction to get his ass stretched out on his dick.

“What a slutty little virgin,” he murmurs, tongue slipping out to drag wet and obnoxious along the cartilage of Hanzo’s ear. “Though you’re no virgin anymore now, hm? You’re a sloppy whore now… only good to take dick because your cock is so small and pathetic-”

Hanzo comes on his dick, quick and messy and way too early, but Jesse lets him have it, even pumps his cock through it. It’s his first time, after all.