Another little something for @toastedtwink ‘s delicious drawings. (since the threesome won out over some Sidlink just so)

It doesn’t surprise Jesse that he likes to get his mouth all over the pups; after all, they taste even more delicious than they look, and he’ll never get tired of the sounds they make – or how vigorously they reciprocate on the times they can be bothered to stop being little pillow princesses and crawl all over him to show him their love.

But it does surprise him how much he enjoys simply kissing them. As lewd as they normally are – showing him with no hesitation where they want him to please them – they are almost sweetly clueless about kissing.

Okami can rarely be coaxed into the action as is, but Lone Wolf cautiously loves it; he thrives the attention and closeness, and – especially now that Okami is right next to them, still shivering and near-purring – the single-minded focus that Jesse will grant him.

McCree hums, carefully pulling fingers from clutching, needy bodies; watching as a line of the slick he used earlier draws out wet and obscene from the swollen rim of Lone Wolf that quickly closes into a soft, distracting pout.

A portion of it inevitably gets stuck in the soft, dark fur of his tail, though Jesse can’t dredge up too much guilt over it – after all, he’ll be able to sit and watch the pups groom themselves afterwards while enjoying a cigarillo.

When he crawls up and nudges his nose against Lone Wolf’s cheek, he almost expects Okami to rear up, jealous and unhappy with the lack of attention, but a quick glance to his side shows him the critter isn’t paying them any mind – rather he is stretching and lazying around, carding sharp claws through his long hair and untangling a few knots from it.

His luck.

Jesse cards a hand through Lone Wolf’s hair, scratching between his big ears and watching with a smirk how he shudders; still oversensitive and needy. His chest is heaving deliciously, nipples big and plump looking even without him having paid any attention to them yet.

He leans down, breathing against the corner of Lone Wolf’s mouth, and the pup, in turn, immediately licks at his cheek. He still does not have the hang of the whole kissing business, but he is doing his best, bless his heart.

Jesse chuckles and shows him again, big body blanketing him; feeling the sturdy frame beneath his, thick muscles round and firm, cock wet and half-hard as it gets squished between their bellies.

Lone Wolf whines at that, ears swiveling back, eyebrows twitching together into a worried little frown – as if he doesn’t enjoy the additional stimulation; that little bit of dull, delicious pain that makes him squirm and open his mouth, panting into the kiss and passive as Jesse suckles at his lower lip and hums.

Next to them, Okami is stirring slowly and making to roll over, stretching sinuously, muscles rippling. Their time for sweet little make-out sessions is quickly coming to an end, but Jesse is determined to make the best out of it until Okami starts getting impatient with them.

A smol thing for the first two panels of @toastedtwink fucking gorgeous drawings

Lone Wolf is holding his thighs open, helpful and overly eager even though he does not need to be: both his and Okami’s legs had fallen open hilariously easy for McCree, big bodies shivering in anticipation, big soft tails trying so very hard to keep wagging even trapped beneath their bulky bodies as they are.

Still – he is being a good boy, and Jesse appreciates it. He still can’t believe his luck getting both of these creatures to come begging for cock, but here he is: knuckles deep in both of them, feeling their hot, silky bodies clamp down and ripple with delicious experience – because while neither Okami, nor Lone Wolf are suited to cooperation with one another, they are both more than skilled in taking whatever McCree feels like giving out with self-indulgent generosity.

He had thought there might be problems having both of them simultaneously, but while they had indeed seized each other up warily, big ears swiveled back and muscles trembling in preparation to strike, they soon had come to an understanding that the energy was better spent on more… satisfying activities.

Jesse never ceases to marvel at how thirsty these little critters are for a good, deep dicking – or how easy they are for it:

already whining and softly yipping, bodies so close that Okami’s thigh is overlapping Lone Wolf’s, their gorgeous thick tits almost touching – especially with how Lone Wolf squeezes his between his round, impressive biceps; pushing them out and presenting them to Jesse.

Everything, just to entice him; to make him keep pleasuring them, fingers curled and rounding their plump, sensitive prostates until they are both whimpering, ears swiveling back and twitching as they clench their eyes and struggle to keep presenting: legs trying to close up as the lust swamps them fast and sure, egged on by Jesse’s deep fingering and low, crooning encouragement.

They are sweet little things when they are not stalking their territory and killing everybody and everything on sight: all they want is a bit of good loving; a couple innocent fingers enough to get them to mewl and clutch at the sheets – even Okami’s self-indulgent pose, stretched and with his arms behind his head, breaking to show how very close he is; tail trembling and thumping against the mattress.

They are so close to each other their hair is tangling between them, shoulders first bumping, then squishing together, bodies gravitating to one another naturally as Jesse patiently fucks them on his fingers, ignoring the insistent throb of his cock, fat and erect between his thighs as it juts out from his pants.

It almost looks like they want to grab on to each other; hold the other for dear life and support as Jesse slowly slips out and then back in once more; amused at how desperate they are even though he makes sure his rhythm is excruciatingly slow. They are so wet and silky inside; clinging to his fingers and trying to suckle him back in; to never let him go when he starts pulling back once more, rims an almost violent shade of pink, puffy and swollen, yet still he has trouble deciding on where to focus on: on their twin cocks, bobbing lovely in the air; their greedy holes so open and ready for him; or their faces, contorting and looking close to tears, their fingers secretly entwined as they try to hide them between their bodies.

He fantasizes about them making out for him: cuddling close and rubbing their magnificent tits together – but he doesn’t think they could make any more of a truce than they’ve already made. At least for the foreseeable future.

So he settles with making them come on his fingers; watch them loose it as they cry out for him, coming in sticky splashes over their own bodies, mouths wide open as they pant through their release.

It wouldn’t take long, he already knows; they both need more than one round to be satisfied. Before long one of them will crawl up to him and paw at his cock; nuzzle the tip and lap at it to endear them to him.

Make him choose them over the other.

And he is more than ready for it.

Jesse is a tactile motherfucker; he likes to kiss and snuggle while he’s fucking, but the moment he leans down onto his elbows to get a little closer to the dark mass beneath him, a maw shoots out from it towards his biceps.

“Hey now,” he scolds, reaction quick even though he can’t quite think straight with his cock gripped tight and almost too hot within Gabriel. “None of that.”

The rebuke is gentle enough but Reaper recoils like a kicked dog, the sharp teeth retreating quickly, and his form solidifying once more until Jesse can feel thick, strong thighs around his hips, holding on for dear life.

He’s not tried to bite out of malice, Jesse understands that well enough; he simply tends to get overwhelmed when he gets dick, going near liquid and needy when McCree stuffs him.

“There you go,” he croons, leaning down and nosing along Gabriel’s jaw. It’s still weird to see him without a mask; his face a bit more pale than Jesse was used to, but his dark eyes are wide and desperate just the same, his thighs squeezing until the pressure hurts around his hips.

“You love my cock, don’t you?” He leans down once more, now that Reaper seems to have more control of himself, and rubs their cheeks together to let him feel the rough bristle of his beard.

He reaches down, grabing hand fulls of Gabriel’s gratifyingly fat ass and hoisting him up a bit more into his thrusts.

It is more work than he usually likes, but Reaper has been fussy the whole time and he feels like having him sit on his dick would be akin to giving it off for good, so he decided to put him on his back and do the work instead.

Gabriel thanks him by rippling around his cock like the well-seasoned whore he is and suckling hickies into his shoulders, mouth wet and as uncomfortably hot as his ass.

“Yeah… yeah you love my cock. You’re so hungry for it… Could give it to you when I’ve taken the edge of that itch, hmm? When I’ve scratched where it tingles, and got you nice and filled with my cock. Can let you suckle on it and choke on my dick and give you all the cream you could ever ask for.”

He yearns for a goddamn smoke, his teeth aching with the need to chew on something while he concentrates on not coming too quickly. Reaper is hanging on to his every word, growling low in a way that sounds like the murmuring of an eldritch god.

It unnerves Jesse when he listens to it too much, so he tends to fill the silence by babbling whatever comes into his head.

“Gonna give it to you nice and good. Just like you need.”

When Jesse returns from his smoke, he doesn’t expect Lúcio to still be in the middle of his turn; the young man is quick on the draw usually; too excited to get his dick wet when Angelo has let half the team mount up already, but this time he seems to have taken a more leisurely route.

Jesse ambles over to Genji, sitting down and knocking shoulders amicably as they watch the proceedings and let it fuel their own desire.

Angelo is far taller and broader in the shoulders than Lúcio, and watching him curl his arms around the thick thighs to hold on for dear life as he deep dicks their medic is as amusing as it is hot.

Angelo, as ever, is a good sport about it. He mewls for Lúcio just as he has for the rest of them, chest heaving and glittering with sweat, arms up and ripping at his pale hair like he needs to do something with himself as the little medic works away, eyes closed and head back – just enjoying the warm, silky feel of the well-fucked hole around his dick.

Sometimes Jesse wonders if Lúcio accidentally got primed on loving used-up holes; how many fucks the young man has had with someone that hasn’t been used up by half a soccer team.

He can’t remember a time Lúcio ever asked to be the first, or close to it, but he doesn’t suppose it’s a bad thing either. Lúcio seems to enjoy himself more than enough.

Like now – as he pulls out, chin now on his collar bones, staring at his dick slowly sliding from the wet, puffy hole; how Angelo’s muscles cling to him weak and fluttery, buttery soft; a spill of creamy cum following when the flared head finally pops out.

Angelo whines, voice shot to all hell, hands kitten weak as they grab for Lúcio. All he manages is to feel up he kid’s chest; kneading his pecs and lovingly rubbing his nipples.

“Please,” he murmurs, lifting his knees and spreading them apart; acting like a good, well-trained toy as he vies for Lúcio’s dick back. Jesse himself is too much of a bleeding heart to be mean about it, but Lúcio just has enough cheek to get away with it.

He lets the head of his dick slap against the softly gaping hole, producing lewd, wet squelching sounds that drive Angelo up a wall and make Genji start to shift restlessly, steam softly hissing out of his vents.

“Come on, now,” Jesse calls, voice deeper and rougher. He hasn’t bothered with underwear and it is easy to reach in and grab his wet dick; everything is humid and sticky and he can’t wait to feed Angelo his messy dick while Genji goes at him; maybe licks at that soft, fucked-out hole and makes out with it, if the cyborg’s restlessness is anything to go by. “Got a line waiting, kid.”

Lúcio snickers and leans down, angling for a kiss that Angelo gives him gratefully; curling his long body in half to meet the small medic. When he leans back again, panting and shivering, there are little tears of need in his eyes – and finally Lúcio takes mercy and pushes back in, hips pumping in earnest.

McSombra breeding kink? Or just Sombra and breeding in general?

Dangling from her hand and feet, Sombra feels like little more than an animal; and while usually she fiercely values her independence, she can only curl her toes in gleeful anticipation as she watches McCree enter the room.

Tall and burly, and with a big, fat cock that she watches hungrily as he advances, heavy and hard as it bounces ridiculously in front of him, making meaty slapping sounds whenever it comes into contact with one of his thighs.

“Dios… yes,” she groans heartfelt, nipples growing tight and sensitive. She is helpless, hanging from the ceiling like a sow fit for slaughter, and the knowledge makes her pussy clench deliciously where it is on display for him; pointing right at McCree, deep red and slick between her gently gaping lips, like a particularly juicy fruit.

“Come here,” she beckons throatily. She has only eyes for his cock and the heavy sac, her belly quivering, womb hurting deep and needy. Yearning to get filled to the brim with his hot, frothy cream.

He obeys immediately, thick arms hanging loosely at his sides as he ambles over. There is a short hitch in his step, his mouth going a little slack as the chip nearly hidden beneath his wild hair has a little hiccup – but she only needs to curl her fingers, and a new electric impuls gets send, and overrides his thoughts, making him step closer; her very own breeding bull.

He probes her with his fingers first; even the digits feeling fat and substantial as they slide through her cunt and tickle her clit before filling her up; reaching deep in one smooth, invasive glide that already has her gurgling and letting her head dangle backwards.

“Yes… Yes, yes, yes,” Sombra chants low. She tries to move; rock herself like a swing, but she has no leverage like this. McCree stares down at her from between her ankles, his dark eyes vacant, but a cocky smirk on his lips; like even her little chip can’t keep him from being a smug bastard.

He drags his fingertips, calloused, broad and blunt, along the slick walls of her insides, and she quivers for him, clenching down and panting like a bitch when her clit seems to pulse and swell for him.

“Your cock,” she grunts, insides clenching, urging his fingers to retreat. “Give me your cock.”

He hums and for a second she wonders if he will deny her, but then he pulls out and wipes his sticky fingers on the silky insides of her thighs before stepping close and unceremoniously spreading her on his cock.

She can’t help the low animal sound she makes, breath taken away by the sheer girth spreading her tender insides; how he slides in deep and rude on a single thrust, touching her so far inside her belly that she is sure he has to already be deep within her cervix.

It isn’t until he moves, however, that she realizes how wrong she had been; that despite him being deep, there still is more for him to cram inside her.

His big hands are curled around her legs, pulling her, making her swing along the shackles she has herself dangling from – fucking her with a minimal amount of effort on the incomprehensible girth that is his cock.

Sombra couldn’t get away even if she wanted to; there is no way for her to brace herself, to claw into something, looking for comfort or release; all she can do is take it, her poor little cunt spread open wide, insides hot and swollen as McCree fucks her with a damnably leisurely pace, still that same lazy smirk on his face, even as she cries out in pain and surprise when his cock does meet her cervix; a blunt, deep sensation in her belly that makes tears spring into her eyes.

Her cunt feels molten; like it wants to dribble pathetically in submission for the cock reaming it so deep and good, and she can almost picture herself afterwards; dragging her poor abused pussy across a block of ice just to cool herself down.

One thing is for certain, though; McCree will breed her deep; will get his cream right where she needs it. There’ll be no way it won’t take; no way she won’t get fat and round with his spawn. Her tits already ache with phantom pain; already feeling sensitive and swollen with milk.

God, she wants this. God, she wants this.

Dios.

Okami!Hanzo/Woof!McCree + owner!Genji Part 3

Hanzo had been a mean little bitch ever since Jesse pulled off of him, and Genji can’t find it in him to pity his pet as he gets pinned down and mounted by the hirsute canine.

Jesse had been patient enough, he supposes; enduring Hanzo showing off the sweet space beneath his tail, letting him sniff and occasionally lick at the warm, pouty hole just to be denied the second he made motions to mount up, and even going so far as letting Hanzo bite at him without defending himself.

Even now Genji can see a few purpling bruises on his arms and ribs – all in the distinct shape of Hanzo’s vicious teeth.

He is leaning back and sipping at his tea; sweet and absurdly tasty as he watches the display before him.

Jesse fights dirty, which is to no surprise at all. He utilizes the advantages of his bigger body ruthlessly, pinning Hanzo down with one large hand between his shoulder blades and the other on the side of his face, unselfconsciously mashing Hanzo’s head into the unforgiving floor as he carefully gets up onto the balls of his feet, tail wagging behind him like a big, shaggy raincloud.

Genji does feel a stab of worry when Jesse starts forcing his impressive cock into the purebred canine beneath him, but he supposes this is all for Hanzo’s own good: after all, if he is to be bred up by this large, hairy brute, he should at least tolerate getting fucked by the meaty girth of his ruddy cock.

Hanzo, as per usual, seems to think otherwise. By the time Jesse starts hunching down with intent, fucking forward in sharp, powerful thrusts, Hanzo is damn near frothing at the mouth in outrage, howling and clawing at the floor. His thighs are shaking, feet scrabbling as he tries and fails to find any kind of purchase or leverage to buck the heavy weight off of his back.

Genji, fascinated, slowly puts his tea to the side and leans forward. Watching his pets fuck is mesmerizing. The room’s air is thick with their stench in moments; Hanzo’s sweet-and-musky slick filling the air just as much as Jesse’s body working up a sweat.

For the longest time it feels like Hanzo will not calm down; that he will yowl like a disgruntled cat the whole way through his breeding, even when his belly is warmed by cock and his guts are getting sticky with his body’s own excited secretions. Genji is just wondering whether Jesse has any sort of contingency plan for afterwards, since it seems like Hanzo will surge around and rip out his throat the second he has an opportunity to do so, when Hanzo’s demeanour changes suddenly.

He becomes quiet, his outraged howls tapering off to breathless pants, eyes slitting in exhausted pleasure as Jesse keeps fucking, hips hunched and muscles trembling along his body as he keeps the awkward half-crouch across the other canine’s form.

Jesse, supremely unperturbed, shifts his broad hand from Hanzo’s face and replaces it with his tongue; liberally and eagerly licking at the other’s temple and jaw, sloppily grooming him while fucking in deep, sensuous strokes – as if this is normal; as if he has been waiting the whole time just for this… and Genji wonders if there is something he is missing altogether.

Jesse is crooning, fucking and grooming while Hanzo just takes it, jaw loose and tongue lolling out against the dirty floor: more undignified than Genji has ever seen him.

The sound of their coupling is gentle and wet; a squelching, suckling sound whenever Jesse moves his hips and slides his ruddy dog cock through Hanzo’s clenching, silky insides that seem to try so very hard to keep him inside and not let him go…

When Jesse knots, it is without any grandeur; just his incessant licking ceasing for a moment, face contorting and teeth gnashing as he suddenly shoves a little deeper, accompanied by a pathetic little yip of Hanzo who looks positively out of it –

and then it happens; the cessation of those wet, intriguing sounds followed by some more dribbling; a little, shy pitter-patter of liquid hitting the marble tiles of Genji’s floor, rapidly growing faster, until-

a hissing stream of urine hits the floor. Genji half-jerks from his reclining position, mouth dropping open as he hisses: “H-Hanzo!” but there is no way he could have stopped the flood now as Hanzo shakes beneath Jesse, stuffed full of his knot and submissively pissing on the ground beneath him, thighs shaking with exhaustion.

His eyes have rolled up into his head, face looking positively ecstatic as he wets himself; the stream of piss strong and hot enough that it gently steams.

Jesse is grinning broad and proud, tail wagging, and Genji weakly sinks back into his chair, one hand helplessly holding on to his cock through his robes as he watches the display.

This has been what he’d been hoping for all along, hasn’t it? Hanzo accepting Jesse as his stud… His prissy, well-bred Hanzo submissively pissing himself after getting dick so good that he seems to have forgotten how to behave…

Jesse is looking at him now, still grinning broad and shit-eating, tongue lolling, panting from fucking his bitch into the floor, and Genji has the distinct feeling that this is only the beginning… though he doesn’t quite know of what.

mchanzo stink kink??

Hanzo has been rubbing his face against Jesse’s chest for a good ten minutes now; mouthing at it, rubbing his lips against the crisp hair, the tip of his nose gently dragging through the unkempt fur.

Jesse’s first thought had been that the archer wanted to nurse and was too skittish to admit it; but his fingers when they joined in on the action were sure and unafraid to pinch the flat tips meanly between blunt nails or roll them and squeeze them between the rough pads until tears sprung up in Jesse’s eyes and he had to pant through his mouth like a dog.

No, Hanzo did not want to nurse on him, despite being seemingly so obsessed with his chest that he didn’t let him move from underneath him. It took Jesse a while to understand what he was so squeamish about; until he heard the soft little huffs of breath Hanzo took whenever he skirted closer to one of Jesse’s hairy pits, because Hanzo was so very diligent in not showing what got his gears good and going.

After that, it was easy to give him what he so obviously craved: McCree’s big paw curling around the sensible top knot he still wore, holding on fast even as Hanzo started squirming and protesting.

“Shhhh,” Jesse soothed, guiding Hanzo’s face – his nose – into his armpit with a little more force because he was pretty sure it was easier getting a cat into a bath than to help Hanzo Shimada to his luck.

“There ya go,” he croons finally as he has Hanzo’s face buried deep in the humid mess of his pit hair, face heating up as he tries to breathe through the tickling sensation of Hanzo’s breath – he is reasonably sure that Hanzo will castrate him if he laughs now.

Cautiously, he loosens the grip he has on the archer’s hair. By now he doesn’t need to force Hanzo any longer: he buries his face into the fragrant, warm place all on his own, moaning soft and delirious as he chokes himself on the thick smell.

Link/Sidon slit teasing/fingering ??

Sidon hides his face behind his hands as he lets his legs fall open for Link’s inquisitive little fingers. While usually he does not have a problem with shyness and likes watching his partners as they fall apart for him, there is something unbearably naughty about watching Master Link of all people studying him with such an intense expression; his lovely human cock erect and pink and dabbing the moist skin of his hip with tacky liquid.

Link’s small, rough fingers are gentle but insistent as they slide along his slit, feeling out the length of it and the soft texture immediately surrounding it, the scales there tiny and malleable.

“Oh,” Sidon breathes against the palms of his hands when Link’s fingers coax his cloaca to open up, exposing the vibrant red insides to the cool, salty air in Zora’s Domain.

Link makes a soft sound, his face – when Sidon glances at it through his spread fingers – alight with pleased curiosity.

It is then that he swoops down, his golden hair tumbling all around his pointed ears – the very tips of them a dark, enticing red.

He is too quick; acting before Sidon can grab at him and… and… do something, and his tongue is out and cheeky, dancing across the salty, silky folds of Prince Sidon’s slit.

“M-Master Link!” Sidon exclaims, voice not quite his own, hands flying down to grab at anything and everything that he can reach of the little Hylian – which turns out to be his thigh and his hair.

Sidon stares, dazed, as he carefully cards the curtain to the side with shaking fingers, exposing the profile of Link’s flushed face as it nudges deeper between his thighs, tongue dipping down to round the tender little opening of Sidon’s hidden place… the one designed to deliver his eggs, and the one so very sensitive to the questing touches of the Hylian’s wriggling tongue.

Sidon throws his head back, belly shivering and ornamental chains tinkling as they get jarred by his sudden movements. Link looks almost meditative; blue eyes nearly closed as he slowly works, lapping at Sidon’s slit and not shying away from the orifice of his cloaca; instead trying his best to wriggle one cheeky finger inside while the Prince is quickly taken apart; digging sharp teeth into the ball of one hand so he could tamp down on the need to lovingly bite his mate as Link explores without qualms.

Hylians are so extraordinary.

demon hanzo fingering mccree and or worshiping his hole

“Stay,” the demon murmurs, voice a low, barely there growl. McCree is no small man by any means but this creature dwarfs him easily, and he has no desire to find out whether those fingernails are just as sharp as they look.

“You… you got it,” he croaks. The demon stays a bit longer just for good measure – he seems to relish the mix of terror and shameful arousal wafting off of McCree – before he breathes out in one long exhale, and makes his way down.

Moments later, his huge hands are spreading Jesse’s cheeks, and he can feel the warm gust of his breath tickling the generous curl of hair around his hole.

His belly clenches and toes curl.

“I.. ah…”

“You look like a beast here,” the demon muses. When Jesse glances back over his shoulder, the demon is hunkered down, milky, colorless eyes staring intently at his hairy, flexing hole.

He groans, slapping one palm across his face.

“What the hell…”

“You humans are so… unsophisticated,” the demon continues. He sounds strangely excited. Seconds later, his sinuous snake-like tongue is dragging through Jesse’s crack and probing at his hole. He cries out, fingers digging into the loose soil underneath, but the demon’s sharp claws dig into the meaty cheeks of his ass and quickly hinder him from crawling away.

“Stay, beast. I want to… explore.”

Jesse groans into his arms, thighs shimmying apart as the demon forces him to take the tongue that slips in and in and in; a muscular, wet intrusion that fills his guts and has him drool onto the forest floor like a dog as he tries to ride the feeling.

He feels strangely pregnant; something writhing in his belly while his cock is fat and ready though he is suitably sure there’ll be no warm hole for him to fuck tonight.

He shouldn’t have left the camp to take a leak. The boss said they should not wander off alone.

Jesse never had been good at taking commands.

Part 2 ^^ … hmm I don’t know if I should warn for incest since they’re not really brothers in the AU but Genji calls him big brother and in canon they are family so… ye I’ll warn for incest aöskfjaösklfj also kinda rape-play in this part. Hanzo loves it but he’s also a goddamn diva.

Part 1

Hanzo is draped across Genji’s lap once more as they watch Jesse getting groomed. The canine is as well-behaved as a show dog, sitting still and letting servants get at him with an utmost patience that Genji would not have anticipated from what was little more than a street urchin when compared to Hanzo’s flawless pedigree.

He is preening, too – especially when a young servant tries to tame the thick bush around his cock; broad shoulders straightening and sharp teeth flashing in a roguish grin towards Hanzo who sits up with a start and turns away.

He is skittish, cock plump and interested as it presses against the sheer silk of his garments – nothing hidden from Genji’s interested, amused gaze.

“Don’t play hard to get, big brother,” he purrs, fingertip tracing the pudgy mound of a nipple. Hanzo’s ears twitch and lower. He doesn’t like being made fun of, but he’s also a good puppy and has learned well over the years.

Genji is delighted.

.o.

Their first coupling doesn’t go as smoothly as Genji would have liked, but only on account of Hanzo being a drama queen and insisting on making the loudest ruckus possible.

Jesse does not seem intimidated by the loud howling at least. Genji watches with a good amount of fascination as the large canine mounts his stocky bitch and presses Hanzo down with big paws on the back of his shoulders.

He holds him secure as his hips shimmy around, searching for that plush little gash he’s supposed to slip into, all the while his tail is wagging enthusiastically.

There is no second-guessing of when he manages to find his goal: Hanzo howls like he is being fucked on a red-hot poker, and Genji is under no illusion that he can feel each and every intimate centimeter of that big, fat doggy cock pounding into him.

Hanzo is not weak by any means; Genji can see his muscles tensing, preparing to buck his partner off, but Jesse has decidedly more leverage and keeps him down with ease as his tongue lolls out and his hips piston fast and merciless.

Hanzo’s sharp teeth clack audibly together as he’s getting rammed, his mesmerizing gold eyes rimmed with tears as the canine’s cock pushes deeper than any other device that Genji had ever used on him.

He crawls closer, fingertips scratching through Hanzo’s well-groomed beard, staring down into his teary face as his howling subsides in favor of pitiful whines that get drowned by the wet squelching sound of his hole working overtime to make the rough coupling as smooth as possible.

“I bet he’s so deep,” Genji murmurs, “bet his pretty cock can kiss up to your cervix…” Hanzo closes his eyes on a low, drawn-out groan. He looks tortured but there is colour in his cheeks, and his body starts relaxing; sinking into the ground as he calms down and accepts the mounting. “It’ll be no time at all until he breeds you up, Hanzo. After all, he can deposit his cream right where you need it, huh?”

Hanzo whimpers. His tail is curved helpfully to the side; offering his hole up as Jesse’s hands slip down from his mate’s shoulders, bracing himself against the floor next to his head. He leans down, tongue out and lovingly licking all over Hanzo’s shoulders and the back of his neck as his sharp thrusts slow down and become more powerful. Deeper.

Hanzo howls in his first show of real pain as the blunt, swollen head knocks against his cervix, and Genji is quick to shush him through it.

“You will learn to enjoy it,” he promises him, commiserating with his pup as Jesse gnaws at the flawless skin of his shoulder, already taken by the pretty purebred canine beneath him.

Genji shushes Hanzo as he is forced to take Jesse’s knot, and offers him his cock to lap at as he gets filled with his mates load to the brim, the frothy mess dripping out of his abused, gaping hole when Jesse finally pulls free some ten minutes later.

He is there immediately, lapping at the swollen, buttery soft rim, cleaning up his own cream as Hanzo weakly pushes it out again, bearing down to get rid of the hot mess in his belly.

Genji pats his head and down his trembling back. It wouldn’t do for him to do it when he was ready to be bred, but he would make arrangements to ensure the seed would stay where it needed to go instead of Jesse’s greedy belly or Hanzo’s trembling thighs.

Maybe a plug – or some special panties.