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Could you write fic of dom lucio/sub Gabe meeting Reins sub Jack? Like Reinhardt figures it’s his turn to show off his lovely sub now I just read your other fic and loved it! 10/10

(This is the rein/jack anon again) would it be possible for you to write Jack as trans? You don’t have to but being a trans man myself I headcanon him as trans as well because he’s a character I relate to alot.

here you are. this is not ‘canon compliant’ with the rest of the series

Gabe was trying to hide his face against the outside of Lúcio’s knee without making it too obvious, and Reinhardt had to quietly smirk into his beard because of it. They were in Lúcio’s home – had consciously chosen to meet here in order to give Gabriel the home advantage and make him feel more at ease – yet the sub looked ill at ease and off kilter even kneeling next to Lúcio’s feet.

His head was half-turned away, dark eyes never leaving the people on the other side of the room. He looked flustered; like he was embarrassed to watch another pair play with each other, but was unwilling to actually stop staring. His big hand was curled around his own Master’s ankle, and Reinhardt could see it periodically clenching down when something especially interesting happened – like Jack sitting up a little straighter on command and pulling off his tight shirt.

Reinhardt had seen the grudging respect in Gabriel’s eyes when he’d introduced his companion – and now he could witness it again, staring at Jack’s abs as they get revealed. He is intent, dark eyes devouring the sub. Reinhardt wonders whether Jack can feel it – he is very sure he can’t see it, at least; the light is too dimmed for the sub’s weak eyes to make anything out that was outside their small radius.

When Jack pulls his shirt off his head, Reinhardt is watching Gabriel’s reaction.

He can see the minute backwards jerk of the sub’s head; how his shoulders tighten and eyebrows faintly furrow as he mulls over what he sees: Jack’s chest as broad and strong as Gabriel’s, with just a little bit more plushness to it. A little bit of softness that gives the pecs that extra amount of tantalizing bounce.

Reinhardt watches him lean a little forward, eyebrows furrowed. He looks curious and confused.

Reinhardt shifts his attention down to the man between his massive thighs and curls a large hand around Jack’s throat. He can feel the motion of his Adam’s apple against his palm as he first swallows, then sighs, eyes fluttering almost closed. He follows the pressure of Reinhardt’s hand easily and lets his head get tilted back until his cranium almost rests against his dominant’s crotch.

“Good boy,” he tells him. He takes care to pitch it loud enough for the other two to hear. “You like showing off, don’t you, my darling? Yes, I know. My pretty boy. Always so eager to get naked for others…”

There’s color starting to rise in Jack’s cheeks. He can feel the first tentative dregs of warmth against his fingers as the sub gets a little more into the action – lets himself get guided by Reinhardt’s voice and the restricting, safe confines of his thighs.

“Why don’t you show them the rest of you?”

Jack pants, the slit of his eyes looking bright and a little watery already. He is intimidated by the other submissive, Reinhardt can tell. Gabriel is a formidable sight – dark and foreboding. He doesn’t look homely or even anything approaching to friendly – not when he’s nervous like now, with another sub encroaching on his home, checking his dominant’s face with little hidden glances to make sure he isn’t unduly invested in Jack.

Well enough that Jack loved a little bit of fear with his plays; liked to feel helpless and exposed and as if he didn’t have control over what happened to him – what was made to him.

He kept his head back, even though it made it more difficult to get out of his pants, seemingly staring up at Reinhardt’s face.

.o.

Gabriel is squirming on his spot, watching the other sub fight to slide off his pants. He almost jerks away when Lúcio suddenly puts his hand against the nape of his neck, twisting and glancing up at his face for a moment to make sure everything was alright – it was – and then peeking back over at the other couple while Lúcio gently dug the blunt nail of his thumb against the base of his skull, then dragged it down towards the first knob of his vertebrae – and up again; a slow, seemingly thoughtless motion that made Gabriel hyperaware of his neck and the tingling at the base of his spine.

He is so invested in the feeling, mouth dropping open a little, head dipping forward, that it actually takes him by surprise when he realizes Jack is almost naked already – jeans down around his knees and in the process of getting kicked to the side.

Gabriel grunts softly, can’t hold the sound of confused surprise back when he sees the space between Jack’s thighs… and then his attention gets pulled away, Lúcio’s hand cupping beneath his jaw, tilting his head up and back not unlike the treatment the other submissive received from Reinhardt; and while Gabriel felt uneasy putting his vulnerable front on display like that, belly stretching long beneath his tight t-shirt, throat bobbing with a nervous swallow, he wouldn’t be outplayed by this other sub.

So he lets himself get dragged backwards, still hearing the other pair – how Reinhardt murmures praise, and accompanies his declaration of ‘And up you go’ with a soft grunt – and ignoring how his curiosity wants to make him look at what the others are doing in favor of earning himself a kiss from his dominant.

Warmth floods his chest and trickles down into his belly as Lúcio kisses him slow and lovely – only letting him sip at the tip of his tongue before he pulls back and smirks down at Gabriel’s flushed face.

“Oh, you’re easy today, are ya?” he whispers, fingers rubbing across Gabriel’s shorn scalp. “Look at you. You’re already starting to go down for me… What a good boy you are, Gabriel.”

Gabriel swears his chest is expanding at the praise, swelling and warm as he watches his dominant’s face and forgets for a second that there even are other people in the room with them. He can feel it himself; how he’s starting to go down fast and hard, and it is a little scary; enough so to make him whine and grimace, hand clenching around Lúcio’s ankle.

Lúcio coos at him, the hand beneath his jaw squeezing once firmly, then guides his head forward again with the other hand at the base of his skull, warm, secure, not giving Gabriel any room to balk as he’s getting made to watch the other pair.

Jack is sitting on Reinhardt’s lap, made to spread his legs on the thick thighs, the softness between his legs glistening and spreading around one of Reinhardt’s lazily petting fingers.

He stares, belly twisting nervously once more, some strange anxiety wanting to twist up into his chest until Lúcio leans down, lips close enough at his ear that he can feel his dominant’s goatee tickling his cheek.

“How about I do the same to you? Give you just the same treatment Jack is getting? Show them that you can be a sweet boy just as much as him…”

Gabriel whines, the need to be on his dominant’s lap suddenly so strong it makes breathing a little difficult. His eyes burn, fingers of one hand twisting into his sweatpants. God does he want to be on Lúcio’s lap; but looking at the other two, he isn’t sure this is a wise decision. Reinhardt is huge; can easily support the big sub on his thighs and still almost dwarf him.

Gabriel, on the other hand… he would look ridiculous on Lúcio’s knees. He wasn’t even sure whether Lúcio could-

“Stop worrying. You’re thinking too much, and I think I should be the one doing the thinking for us now. You’ll just be a sweet little sub and obey. Just as usual.” The hand cupping beneath Gabriel’s jaw moves, rubbing along his throat and coming to lay heavy and warm against Gabriel’s collar bones, mimicking a collar that Gabriel was too skittish to wear. The pressure feels good. Grounding. When Lúcio coaxes again: “Come on up, my good boy.” He follows without a hitch, crawling up onto Lúcio’s legs, his dominant’s lap warm and firm, no sign of Gabriel being too heavy for him.

“There you go. Look at you being so obedient. Following orders without a fuss. You don’t have to ask for a spanking to be able to snuggle on your dom’s lap, you know. We can do this whenever you want, Gabriel.”

His head was spinning, belly feeling hot and tight, limbs tingling. He was leaning forward, bracing himself against Lúcio’s knees and looked helplessly at the other pair; how Jack had curled his arms up around Reinhardt’s neck and was panting open mouthed and red faced as Reinhardt dragged his fingers through the mess between his thighs and then slipped farther back still.

As he watched, Reinhardt curled one hand beneath Jack’s knee, lifting it, making the sub’s abdomen slide forward, curling and showing off everything he had on offer – and how his dominant’s slickened fingertip was rounding the tender little opening of his ass. Jack whined, impressive muscles tensing all over, making Gabriel wonder how often he worked out to get a body like his.

(Making him wonder whether they could be friends outside of… this… outside of their dominants showing them off and playing with their bodies and making them submit to them sweetly and thoroughly until Gabriel would be happy to tell Lúcio left was right and up was down if only he would keep up making him feel good…)

“Oh… would you look at that,” Lúcio murmurs behind him, fingers playing with the hem of Gabriel’s tight shirt. “They’ve had a headstart. We need to follow suit, don’t you think? You gonna be my good boy and help me?”

Gabriel groaned, head falling back for a second and cock thickening eagerly before he started nodding, and helpfully raising his arms for his dominant to drag the shirt off of him…

.o.

Reinhardt feels almost drunk. Jack is so excited, he can smell him – and he wonders whether the other two can as well; whether the thick musk has actually filled the room just as much as he believed, that silky gash slick and hot working overtime as Reinhardt rounded the swollen nub at the top again and again, because he can’t get enough of the sight on the other side of the room.

Gabriel is naked and trembling, and drenched in sweat after the third time of getting made to almost come, muscles standing out sharply. He looks wild; like a mustang. Like he would claw at Lucio if he had to endure even one more faux orgasm; the almost release shivering through his body, his beautiful big cock so hard it almost stands on its own.

The tip is dark and generously wet from Lúcio playing with him, the clever dark eyes of the other dominant watching intently what Reinhardt does to his sub so he could mirror the movement: taking the fluid from the tip of Gabriel’s cock and swirling it round and round the sensitive glans until the sub is sobbing and angry and trying not to trash or slide off of his dominant’s lap, feet already hooked behind Lúcio’s ankles.

Jack seems to be just as much riled from Reinhardt playing with his body as simply listening to the other sub. He had twitched at the first low grunt Lúcio had had to almost rip from Gabriel until the sub started getting a bit more vocal, shyness eroding further with every almost orgasm; but now his head was up and alert, turned towards the sounds on the other side of the room, cheeks dark and eyes closed.

Reinhardt is sure he’d love nothing more than to be put onto the floor so he could crawl over, following his ears, mouth open and wet and ready for Gabriel’s cock… but he is just as sure that the other submissive wasn’t ready for that yet; would need to be coaxed and praised until he’d play with anybody but his dominant.

Jack was more used to the edging; oh, he had hated it at first – had even kicked at Reinhardt once, frustration pouring off of him in hot waves like a fever, belly clenching again and again with the phantom of imminent release. By now it was one of his favorite games. He liked making Reinhardt bear all of his weight, leaning back and riding out the sweet desperation.

He hooks his other hand beneath Jack’s arm, hand easily cupping the small tit, feeling just that bit of fat that Jack would never be able to get rid off without surgery, no matter how hard he trained – not that it was his goal at this point. He seemed content with where he was, and Reinhardt felt almost silly for how proud it made him.

He squeezes the firm pec, and Jack sighs – and just a moment later, there is an answering soft choke on the other side of the room as Lúcio mimicks the action. He looks smug, peeking over Gabriel’s shoulder; like the cat that got the cream.

“Oh you wanna play?” Reinhardt mumbles, low, not designed for Lúcio to hear as he curls his arm around Jack’s chest in preparation and to keep him secure as he rounds the painfully swollen nub one last time – gives it a little tap just to make Jack gurgle and have his hips twitch – then slips even lower, finger slick, rounding that tender opening he had touched earlier but ignored since then.

They know immediately when Lúcio takes up on it: Gabriel whines and jerks, needing an arm around his sturdy hips to keep him put. There is not much to be seen, the sub’s thighs not as desperately spread as Jack’s  – which was a combination out of Reinhardt’s sheer size forcing them apart as well as the sub’s need to show himself; get his body offered on a silver platter for everybody to partake in, be it visual or by grabbing and sampling the goods. Gabriel, while being tolerant enough of the happenings, curiosity making him more loose and accepting of his open vulnerability, still seems a bit more shy – not as open to show off his gorgeous body yet, despite his dominant’s low crooning coaxing.

However, Lúcio’s hand between the strong thighs is telling enough; moving slow but with intent; spearing his sub on an innocent finger while Gabriel whines like he’s taking dick already, broad chest heaving and cock bouncing in front of him as it flexes.

None of the subs remain quiet after this. Jack howls like a dog as Reinhardt lovingly stuffs him, and Gabriel looks over with something akin to commiseration; like he can understand feels with the other sub getting made to take Reinhardt’s thick finger on nothing but the slick of his swollen, messy gash – and Reinhardt is not too proud to admit he likes the thought; is even going off on a small daydream of the subs comforting each other; exchanging sweet kisses as they are forced down on their dominant’s cocks…

“Good boy,” Reinhardt rasps, thumb swiping along Jack’s arm as he carefully, slowly works his finger deeper into that silky, clutching hole. Jack loves getting his ass played with; goes positively wild for it – but he isn’t used to getting stuffed on such little preparation, his throat bulging on a suppressed whine as he squirms and tries to get away as Reinhardt needs to keep him nice and fixed.

He can hear Lúcio crooning as well; low, sweet nothings as he works his finger, moving, angling until Gabriel shouts and a thick dribble of pre-cum slides down the side of his cock. His impressive thighs are shaking, tensing and untensing, knees shivering as they first try to close up entirely, then stay, uncertain, when Lúcio murmurs a soft denial… sway open, closed, then suddenly spread wide and lift, the sub trusting his whole weight to his dominant as he opens himself up for the slow, deep fingering and the soft burn of too little lubrication.

They whine in tandem, bodies held carefully still, letting their dominants play with them, fingering deep and intrusive and making their bodies pliant and hot around them.

“Can your boy come without hands?” Reinhardt asks breathless, laughter in his voice. It is bubbling in his throat, he can feel it tickling him, he feels delirious on his sub’s surrender, and when he glances over, Lúcio’s eyes look just as bright and a little crazy as he feels.

“He hasn’t done it yet,” he says, lips twitching into a grin, arm curling tighter around Gabriel’s waist. He almost looks like a kid hugging a big prize teddy. He doesn’t seem like he’ll be letting go of his submissive any time soon. “But he’ll try for me. He’s so primed and ready. Aren’t you?” He turns his head, lips pressing wet against the point of Gabriel’s jaw, mouthing his feverish questions against it. “Aren’t you? Primed for your orgasm? Ripe for it? Yeah… yeah you are… fuck, you’re so gorgeous. Perfect. You want to try for me, don’tcha? Gonna try and come without hands just for me? Like a good boy?”

Gabriel looks gone; his mouth hangs open, soft little breaths puffing from him as he squirms on Lúcio’s lap. He is nodding quick and mindless and Reinhardt wonders whether the boy even understood what was asked of him.

Jack doesn’t seem to fare any better in any case, teeth bared, jaw clenched – he looks almost angry as he fucks down on Reinhardt’s finger, body quaking, abs shivering with the strain…

When they come, they don’t make make a secret out of it. Reinhardt wonders whether the neighbors can hear them whining and shuddering through it, the tendons in their necks standing out harshly as their well earned orgasms take them.

Lúcio is crooning again, arm around Gabriel as the sub looks almost scared of the intensity of his release, coming like this for the first time, big hands scrabbling at his dominant and clutching at his arms, hips jerking, twitching, fucking into nothing as thick ropes of cum splash onto the floor before them – all the while Reinhardt holds Jack through his own orgasm, hand still between his jerking thighs, feeling the tight squeeze of his muscles milking him as the submissive seems to burn up on his lap.

They are kitten soft afterwards; even Gabriel moving slow and easy, limbs shaking as he lets Lúcio coax him onto the bed, the sweat cooling quickly and making him shiver until his dominant curls him up into a blanket.

He doesn’t so much as blink when Reinhardt leads Jack to lie next to him, the subs blinking at each other slow, sleepy, sated – and seemingly so confused, like they couldn’t quite wrap their heads around what happened; how they could be lying still in a bed when their bodies were buzzing and shivering and moving, hopped on euphoria. They look cute, next to each other; each in their little blanket burrito, wrapped tight enough to feel anchored and secure after the intense feeling of release after getting edged for the better part of an hour.

“They need to play with each other,” Reinhardt says slowly, big hand cupping the back of Jack’s head while his eyes stray to Gabriel’s face, then back to his submissive. “I need to see it.”

Lúcio nods solemnly, rubbing his submissive’s cheek and scratching his beard lovingly.

A lil naughty something for @ikkanoodles frankly hot as fuck pics because… hhh… HHHHHHHHHH

The kid had been sweet on him since they met a couple weeks ago.

Oh, he tried not to show it; was pouting through long meetings with his old pa, sitting next to him in a sharp suit and looking like a million bucks, but McCree had been long enough in the game to know when someone was interested. Especially someone as young as the Shimada heir, those dark dark eyes slanting towards him any chance he got, trying to look bored and just managing to look a little less than stupidly eager.

McCree had been also long enough in the game to know when to act on it and when to just… let it simmer. He’d been like that once, too; cock perpetually wet and half-hard, ready and more than eager to shoot off at the slightest show of interest. God but had he been horny and primed for it 24/7.

He could also see the appeal in it, if he were being honest; a rugged older guy, laid back, calm, seemingly knowing what he was doing (and damned was that a good bluff on his part). He’d probably fallen for it if he’d been like that little heir: pretty and prissy and trying to step out of his father’s shadow while being flanked by a flock of guards.

He definitely didn’t feel obligated to dissuade the young man.

McCree was a lot of things – a drunk and lazy bastard first and foremost – but he was definitely not stupid.

If the kid sneaked into his hotel room every night, outwitting his guards and bringing bottles of booze with him… he’d not be the one to rat him out to the old guy.

Oh no. Definitely not.

He could get used to it, really. That nervous, buzzing energy radiating off the young man when he tried for the umpteenth time to find a good opening to climb onto Jesse’s sturdy lap; when he got sloshed on the booze and became a needy, hot panting mess, lips wet and greedy as he wiped that quick-tempered mouth against the scruffy beard on Jesse’s jaw, fingers weakly fumbling at his shirt, then whining high and breathless and seemingly dumbfounded every single time when his knuckles pressed into McCree’s chest, broad and warm and sturdy as the rest of him, the hairs crinkling against his shirt until it tickled…

He liked making out with the kid. He was so… appreciative of McCree, quick, smart hands grabbing at him as he squirmed his way between the older man’s thighs, rutting against the warm, inviting V of them until he was moaning soft and wet against McCree’s lips, trying to keep up with the slow, hypnotic drag of his lips and utterly failing.

By the time he came, shuddering through his quick, overeager little orgasm and clutching at McCree’s shoulders, McCree would be nicely buzzed and half-hard, one leg curled around the back of Hanzo’s thigh and letting him ride it out nice and easy.

He’d had to teach him how to enjoy a kiss; stop him from the wet, needy press of small, suckling kisses to really appreciate the slow drag of a tongue and the rasp of a beard that got his chin and cheeks pink.

His voice was deep and gorgeous already, but he preferred to let Jesse talk. He gruffly ordered him to, even, pressing close and gazing at him from beneath dark eyelashes, his little come-hither look already perfected to an art.

He liked listening to Jesse’s lazy little compliments, to his inane babbling – became warm and affectionate for it – and Jesse couldn’t say that he minded too much. Jesse was, when it came down to it, a man that liked the sound of his own voice, after all.

He even got used to waking up with the little heir in his bed, and how crazy was that? Having that warm silky skin pressed up to him, a round, small ass snuggled tight into the crook of his hips. Hanzo most often than not was awake before him, and all he could think of why he would stay put and quiet was that he liked his low, deep snoring and the stiflingly hot, heavy blanket of his body against his back.

That, and – damn was he just greedy for Jesse’s cock. Tried every opportunity he got to tickle it to life; make it go big and hard for him to play with; and while Jesse usually was lazy enough not to get more than half-hard – just have the kid have a taste of it, let his obviously overactive imagination do the rest and watch him go glassy eyes and short-breathed…

… he definitely had to notice that today he woke up more… amorous than usual, cock already wetting through his shorts, pressing up fat and robust against Hanzo’s ass while the kid tried to wriggle as inconspicuously as possible down on it, his flush already pinkening up his naked shoulders.

And boy was he lucky to have such a sweet little piece of candy…

“Well hello there, babydoll,” he drawls right into Hanzo’s ear, voice so deep and rugged from sleep, he can physically feel it rumble from his chest. “You ready for some fun?”

He wonders whether Hanzo could even understand his early morning half-asleep slur, but the young man is nodding eagerly enough.

Well then…

.o.

Hanzo’s legs are silky soft, and almost make him reconsider and just fuck into the warm space between them, if he didn’t have the distinct feeling that if he didn’t follow up on his promise, the kid would probably rip his cock off and take it as a trophy for how enamored he seemed to be with it.

So he just groped him a bit, hand large and rough as he cupped his ass and his thigh and squeezed them something good while the young man squirmed in front of him and became breathless and eager.

Jesse’s brain was still half-asleep and only thinking in primitive, sluggish bursts, letting him now when the feeling-up has gone on long enough and he should move on to other things, so it took him a while to figure out why it was strange to feel all that warm, silky skin against his body, squirming and heated and basically vibrating with eagerness: Hanzo was naked.

“Aren’tchu cold?” he murmurs and sleepily hooks his chin over the kid’s shoulder to look down his body – slim and muscled and toned in all the ways McCree wasn’t… all topped with the sweetest little dick straining up between those lush thighs, head dark pink and wet, flexing even as he was staring down.

Goddamn the kid was eager. Made high-pitched little sounds right from his throat that he tried to keep down as much as possible, just from getting felt up; have one large hand on his ass, squeezing, testing the give of the muscles – the other meaty arm shoved beneath his head to sleepily grope his tits which were practically pushing themselves into McCree’s palm.

“You already prepped?” he rumbles, fingers dipping between the cheeks and encountering Hanzo’s hole wet and soft and holy shit had he been doing this the whole time? Sneaking off in the early morning to finger himself needily in the en-suite bathroom, hoping Jesse would finally give in and dick him good and proper?

He groans wordlessly and drawn-out – wipes his mouth sloppily against Hanzo’s shoulder in a lazy half-assed kiss – and slowly pushes two fingers at once in, the slide deep and smooth and intrusive, his fingers thicker than Hanzo’s, especially around the bulky knuckles which he presses firmly into the velvety walls of his channel just a few centimeters in – and wouldn’tcha know it that does the trick already.

Hanzo doesn’t make any sound at all as he comes, arms clamping in a chokehold around the arm McCree has around his chest. He can feel the kid’s mouth against his biceps – wide open, the edges of his teeth pressing uselessly against his flesh as if he had wanted to bite and just forgot how to half-way through. His sleek, pretty cock is jerking between his desperately clenching thighs, pulsing out thin ropes of cum.

Jesse remains still as Hanzo milks him, thinking it will be enough to have the digits inside him – big and unrelenting and deep.

It’s when he hears Hanzo take a deep, rattling breath that he moves; murmurs a nonchalant “We good now? Ready for the next?” and starts moving in slow thrusts, pushes into the buttery soft clench of the tender muscles and pulls out slowly just to feel their wet clutch, then slides in back again while pressing his fingers into the spongy, silky walls that promise to hug his cock so well he gets a bit dizzy with the thought of it.

Hanzo whines but doesn’t protest. He’s still holding onto Jesse’s arm for dear life but is moving his knees up a little, giving himself and the gunslinger a better angle – and coincidentally making the soft drape of his spent dick slip between them as well, the oversensitive tip dragging against McCree’s thick wrist every now and then, making the kid gasp and squirm.

“Oh sweetheart. Darlin’. Babydoll.” He’s slurring. He’s horny and his eyelids are heavy and it’s hard not to doze away with how warm the kid is against his chest, how well his little virgin ass is keeping his fingers snug and comfy.

And he might have dozed off, too – might have just closed his eyes for a tad, because the next second he has Hanzo’s sharp elbow in his side and he is snuffling awake with a low grunt and eyes blinking disoriented and blurry.

“‘m awake, ‘m awake,” he mumbles, carefully pulling out his fingers and pawing at his shorts while hugging Hanzo a little closer to him with his other arm, trying to make up for his little lapse – and also contain eventual more elbows – until he finally manages to push his shorts down far enough to get his cock out…

… and then no more containment is needed because the moment his cock slaps heavy and a little wet against the curve of Hanzo’s ass and the bottom of his thighs, the young man becomes very still, except for the low vibration throughout his whole body.

“That what you want?” McCree mumbles, a small self-satisfied smirk on his face. Hanzo makes a strange sound at that, then squirms until he can reach down with one arm and get a hand on his ass – pull at the cheek to open himself up… or maybe try and reach farther down and curl it around McCree’s cock, he is not entirely sure.

What he is sure about is that Hanzo is getting almost laughably desperate, grinding down and wriggling around and trying is goddamned hardest to make Jesse finally stuff him – and who is he to deny him the treat?

“I gotcha, I gotcha,” Jesse soothes, croons, really, as he reaches down to grab his dick and give it a few lazy jerks, thumb pressing against the tip, knuckles brushing against Hanzo’s still messy cock in the process. He doesn’t think it’ll be soft for much longer – is almost sure it’ll come back to life as soon as he finally angles up enough to press the blunt tip of his cock against Hanzo’s opening; the wet little hole working furiously, mouthing at him, trying to pull him inside.

Goddamn but the kid was ridiculous in his eagerness.

“Calm down. I’ll give it to ya. There you go… There you…”

He forgets to finish the sentence, eyes falling closed again as he slowly works his hips, rocking, pushing, angling, making the soft muscles spread for the intrusion as he listens to Hanzo pant open mouthed, first quiet, then louder, then a little wheezing and bordering on panicked the wider he has to accommodate the thick tip of his cock.

Hanzo starts squirming the longer the initial push lasts; Jesse is taking his sweet ass time, hand still between their bodies, loosely curled around his cock, keeping it nice and steady as he rocks in. Every now and then his fingers will stretch and swipe the tips through the tacky mess of lube he pulled out with himself earlier earlier, rubbing it along the nervous clench of Hanzo’s rim and into the skin of his cock to easy the slip and slide some more.

When the thickest part of the glans finally pops in, he can feel Hanzo’s breath of relief. He turns his head and peeks at the side of the kid’s face, seeing how glassy his eyes were; wet with overstimulation, cheeks cherry red and mouth open wide to pull in enough air.

Jesse hums self satisfied and starts working his cock in for good, hips twisting, hunching, thick thighs tensing as he tries to cram his cock as gentle and patient as possible into the clutching orifice that had been so accommodating and eager when he fingered it earlier, but became less generous the deeper he fucked and made it stretch again around the fat girth of the middle of his hefty shaft.

Hanzo’s hands flew down, fingers claw-like in the meat of his thigh, his chest beneath Jesse’s restricting arm fluttering quick and bird like.

“Need a second?” Jesse asks lazily, hips still, cock pulsing and flexing within the warm channel. Hanzo nods, quick and sharp, body shuddering every now and then as his insides squeeze down on Jesse, obviously at war with simply accepting the enormous stretch and wanting to claw him open and make him go away.

He rides it out – almost falls fucking asleep again – as the kid drags up his nerves and finally unclenches his fingernails from Jesse’s leg and orders him with a shaky voice to “proceed”.

Even so – Jesse gathers up his arms, large hands around his wrists, and crosses them at his chest to keep him nice and compact and contained as he pushes in the rest of the way; making it quicker to reduce the panic he could practically taste bubbling in his young companion.

He grunts in relief when he is finally seated deep and snug, hips against Hanzo’s ass, feeling him squeeze and shiver all along the unrelenting girth of his cock.

Hanzo is making soft, fucked-out noises when he starts rocking; doesn’t even really fuck, just drags and slides a couple of centimeters along the warm clench and closes his eyes to sleepily enjoy the little piece of candy that has so willingly offered itself up for the better part of two weeks – and only a soft, high pitched “oh!” accompanied by the tight ripple of muscles against his cock alerts him to the fact that the young man came again, fast and sloppy and so easily primed for it that Jesse isn’t sure whether he’ll even get soft again before he’ll come a third time, speared on cock for the first time and obviously loving every second of it even if he’d been panicky in between.

He’s already taking it like a pro, now that the hardest part is over: is drooling happy and freely like a whore against Jesse’s biceps as he takes his cock, squeezing down lovingly every couple seconds as if making sure he was still there – was still spreading open his not-so-virgin hole, and was in the process of getting it sloppy and creamy with cum.

“Gonna fill you up,” he murmurs sleepily into Hanzo’s ear, the shell hot against his lips. “And then you gonna sit next to your daddy and let it keep you nice and warm. And when we all have a break and grab somethin’ to eat, you’re gonna steal that nice piece of ass into the restrooms because I think I might want to have a looksee for myself whether you were a good boy and kept it just as I told you to.

And if you’ve been a good boy, I might just have another warm, frothy load for you tonight. Gonna have to keep you nice and stretched now, after all, right? Not have that sweet little hole forget what I taught it today.”

Centaur!Gabriel porn for @ikkanoodles because he’s a good dad. A good, soft dad.

“Are you…” Jesse stops, swallows excess saliva, rubs one hand across his mouth and scruffy chin. “Are you okay with this? Is this – is this okay?”

He slips closer on his knees, nervously eying Gabriel’s hind leg, curled towards his body almost daintily for such a huge creature, the hoof close enough to Jesse’s head to make his heart race – but not soften his cock.

His hand is around his dick, clutching it like a lifeline, almost strangling the poor thing. Gabriel is quiet, torso curled towards him as he braces himself with an elbow and watches the proceedings with an unreadable face.

He is capable of human speech, Jesse knows that for a fact, but  as usual he prefers to let him suffer – just remains silent and watches with something akin to mild curiosity in the slant of his eyebrows, his forelegs tucked neatly towards his chest.

Gabriel is a gorgeous specimen, now that he’s allowed Jesse to actually groom him after weeks and months of getting closer in painfully small increments. The branding on his haunch and the scars on his torso and face telling his story well enough to make Jesse think it would be worth it to try and get closer to this one; make him hurt a little less by coaxing him into shelter and dressing his wounds.

He almost feels like he was taking advantage – if Gabriel weren’t so very capable of showing him exactly what he thought of something when he didn’t like it.

The centaur’s belly is large and warm and tight beneath Jesse’s trembling, petting hand. Close to winter as they were, his fur was thicker and longer than usual, allowing the blacksmith’s fingers to sink in, the tight curls of hair sliding across the digits. He smelled warm and musky and stupidly comforting. If he was in a good mood, he’d let Jesse lie on him, moving up and down with his slow, even breaths.

Jesse had no idea if he was in a good mood now, though. It was hard to say – his face said no (though Gabriel’s face always said no) but his legs curled up and helpfully out of the way, showing off the juicy thick sheath and the large, dark testicles between his strong thighs… oh those told another story altogether.

Gabriel’s belly was moving against Jesse’s sweaty palm in slow drags. He shifted every now and then, moving a little in the softly rustling hay – but only to get a better view of the happenings. The sight of his dark eyes intently watching Jesse inch his way towards his velvety looking crotch, thumb just about able to slowly slide along the tender space where the sheath met the warm belly, was doing… things to him.

Things that made his cock pulse in his clammy hand and pre-cum bead at the tip.

“Okay,” Jesse breathes, heart beating so hard it made him almost nauseous. He turns his head, wipes his wet mouth against his shoulder, and gets stuck in that position – head turned away, just about peeking at what he is doing, mesmerized by his own daring as he suddenly slides his hand over and on Gabriel’s sheath.

His mouth drops open a little then, breath hitching in his chest as his tingling fingers carefully close around the juicy girth, then squeeze a little.

“Okay,” he whispers again, thumb stroking, palm tingling. Gabriel’s sheath feels so velvety against his palm. Warm and soft, and thick where he is gripping it halfway down, and Jesse can feel his cock surge against his palm when he realizes that he is holding Gabriel’s cock right now. It’s in there.

He is touching Gabriel’s cock, squeezing it with a trembling, uneducated fist, and all the creature does is watch him silently, hind leg twitching but ultimately carefully still. Letting him touch.

A soft huff from the centaur has Jesse jerk away for just a second and glance up at his face, guilt churning in his belly – until he sees the dark flush on the creature’s cheekbones and the way his ears are tilted; backwards, yes, but not aggressively so (and Jesse knws by heart how Gabriel looks when he is pissed off. Oh yeah he fucking knows that thank you very much).

“You like that?” he asks, voice rough, hand returning to the sheath with a little less nerves and more curiosity. He squeezes again, carefully, brows furrowed as he watches the large belly. “I could… Y’know… if you want to? You could just uh l-let it out and I could…”

He glances up at Gabriel’s face once more. It’s flat again, Gabriel’s lips pressed into an unimpressed line. Jesse doesn’t know whether it’s because he doesn’t like the idea or because he doesn’t understand what Jesse is getting at and is pissed off at that.

Jesse takes a deep breath and nods to himself more than anything.

“Yeah alright. Okay. Wow, man, you got some nice… I mean – they’re really…”

He’s babbling as he slides his hand farther back the sheath, eyes fixed on the prize. He doesn’t know who is more surprised when he boldly palms the large, dark testicles. Gabriel grunts, hind leg twitching again, and when Jesse looks at him searchingly, he has slung both arms around one of his front legs and is hugging it towards his chest as if seeking comfort or a shield, his face flushed a darker red and his eyes wide.

Jesse’s hands seem to move on their own – much like his mouth usually does – stroking, squeezing, carefully palming the centaur’s balls and testing their weight before his fingers start tickling even further back, testing the warmth and feint give of Gabriel’s strong thighs until the stallion huffs again, decidedly skittish now as Jesse’s fingers begin inching their way towards the warm, silky space beneath his tail.

And god how much Jesse wants to touch Gabriel’s hole; the soft, dark skin; how perfect it would be at suckling a cock right in and cushion it warm and wet –

“Okay. Okay. No touching there. I got it,” he mumbles, hands sliding back towards the sheath again, face feeling stupidly hot. He can feel the scars of Gabriel’s rodeo stint on the thin, soft skin, but the centaur doesn’t seem to mind him touching them. He’s relaxed, clutching at his front leg, watching with rapt attention that looks surprisingly cute on his stern face.

“How about a little … quid pro quo?”

He feels stupid for asking it but as usual his mouth runs before his brain can catch up.

.o.

Jesse is not sure Gabriel has understood what he was trying to get at, and his belly feels fluttery and nervous now that he has his back turned towards the front of the centaur.

He feels like that is not a good idea. Gabriel’s front was even more murderous than his back. His arms were… well.

His arms were big and his thirst for revenge even bigger.

He couldn’t see any other way to make it work though; he has to practically sit astride the firm belly, freezing when Gabriel grunts softly at his weight. He had thought shortly about making him turn fully on his back, but he didn’t think Gabriel would go along with that piece of acrobatics.

So there’s no other way in his lust-addled brain to make it work – get his cock close enough to the warm, silky opening of the sheathe to carefully nudge… push… just – just carefully slip inside into what is –

“Fuck… Damn… oh G-God?”

He is hugging Gabriel’s curled-up hind leg and squeezing his eyes closely shut as he tries to breathe through the sensation. He thinks dimly it would have been better to jerk off once or twice beforehand. Take the edge off before he tried anything as this – getting his cock carefully engulfed in the velvety skin of Gabriel’s sheath, feeling how slick and smooth he was inside, and oh maybe he hasn’t been as unaffected by Jesse’s nervous groping as he had seemed.

There’s wet, slimy slick easing his way, and as he cups his hand around the sheath, he can feel it bulge around his cock, flaring as his hips stutter and shift closer, fucking deeper inside until there were tears of overstimulation burning in his eyes and his cock bumped against something else inside, big and firm and warm and –

“It’s your cock oh my god I’m fucking against your cock I can’t-”

His voice has climbed high and breathless. His ass cheeks clench as he ruts further forward. He can feel his cock inside the sheath and can feel the tightness of his hand from the outside around his dick and the sensation makes his balls almost hurt with the imminent need to just shoot.

“Not yet, not yet,” he whispers in a distressed mantra. He wants to fuck properly – fuck… fuck the sheath like a fleshlight with long, strong moves of his hips, but all he manages to do is rabbit fuck it fast and sloppy. He doesn’t have proper leverage with only one leg – he can probably be thankful that Gabriel elects to ignore the way the heel of his other leg is drumming against his flank every now and then… and if he was being really honest, he didn’t have the best track-record with stamina anyway.

He thinks of his fleshlight up in the main house; how similar and yet wholly underwhelming it would be now after this experience of fucking a real warm hole that was clinging to him like wet silk, the flat tip of Gabriel’s not-entirely-uninterested cock nudging against him again and again…

It is actually Gabriel’s soft little grunt from behind him that does him in, however – that, and the big warm hoofs that carefully slip around his waist in lieu of hands that can’t quite reach him where he is straddling the centaur’s belly.

He comes suddenly and messy with a wet gurgling sound as he chokes on his own tongue, making a mess out of Gabriel’s sheath as he fills it with human cum and gets it sloppy wet with it.

When he carefully slides off, face bright red and huffing, he just about catches sight of Gabriel’s unimpressed face as the centaur realized what he did.

As much as I love your femdome, but maybe Reaper could be punishing Sombra for the door thing in the short? I just want her pretty pussy beeing full of a nice helping of big meaty cock. And having to fist her hands somewhere to hold on to.

Ok. I’m not gonna lie. I’m p proud of this one. Like… *eyezooms* hhhhhh

@filthytentacles ‘tis for you I hope you likey even though it’s not femdom

“Oooh. You are no fun, big boy. It was just a little joke.”

Sombra tries to turn around, but his clawed hand is immediately on the back of her head, pressing her down with a little, unfriendly shove that’s hard enough to almost make her elbows buckle. She’s good in fighting dirty and taking her opponents’ bigger girth to her advantage, but there’s no real muscle mass behind her – at least nothing that could even hope to match up with him.

“You’re not going to move one. Inch. Keep your goddamn hands occupied.”

His voice sends a shiver down her spine. She curls her fingers against the surface of the desk, the sharp titanium tips gently scratching across the metal. He pushed her into one of Talon’s interrogation rooms and she’d let him do it – was just too curious what he would be up to… and the cameras were nicely placed so she’d have a little private replay later.

“Yeah yeah. Big, bad Daddy wants all the fun, hm? I think you have a little control kink going on there, eeeh?!” The last is drawn a little longer, hitching up in confusion at the end when she feels the short skirt of her dress getting flipped up over her ass. She immediately turns her head, shoulders moving to twist around and ask what he’s on about – but again, his large palm is right there at the back of her head, sharp claws slipping beneath the electronic augments along the side of her shaved head. She stills immediately, shoulders tense.

“That’s how we gonna play?” she asks low, with a small growl in her voice.

“That’s how we’re going to play,” he replies cool, carefully enunciating every word. His other hand is at her hips, squeezing once to keep her pinned – then it slides over the slick material of her colorful leggings. Her back stiffens – bows a little downward, knees going straight immediately as he slides along the back of her thigh and, without further ado, cups her cunt.

“Not playing around, are you?” She tries to sound cool, but her voice is trembling, her body carefully still as his large hand holds her, the ball of his palm pressing right where she’s already clenching carefully with nervous arousal.

Reaper doesn’t say a word; just holds her for a moment with one hand at her head and the other at her cunt – before he finally moves. The motion is quick and smooth; so unbelievably suave, it takes her a second or two and the feeling of cool air against the slick lips of her pussy to realize he sliced right through her leggings; a neat gash from her furry pubic mound down to the tight little clench of her asshole.

“O-Oh you bastard!” she hisses immediately even as her belly churns with molten heat, and she is pretty sure he can see her pussy working; just a little bit more slick sliding from her hole. “Those were my favorite!”

They weren’t – she got a whole goddamn closet full of leggings in the color of the rainbow; but it was fun to struggle, hissing like a cat and squirming until his hand left the back of her head and instead clamped around her hips – unceremoniously lifting her up until her weight was distributed between his easy hold and her trembling arms.

Her legs kicked uselessly once, twice before she stopped thrashing and just hung there, pouting into the faint reflection of the brushed metal beneath her.

“You done?” he asks archly. He doesn’t sound winded from holding her up – just vaguely bored as he hooks one arm beneath her hips to keep her elevated and have the other free to touch her. Fondle her.

Sombra’s breath hitches as a sharp, metal claw touches at the very tip of her slit, pressing against the small nub of her clit. It’s icy cold, and the threat of him hurting her with the razor sharp material makes her almost stop breathing.

“Yes. Just like that,” he sighs. He sounds relieved. “Keep your goddamn mouth shut for a moment. Damn, that’s good.”

She bristles immediately, but a tap of his claw against her clit has her mouth click shut before she can start insulting him again. The touch makes her toes curl. It’s been awhile since she had played with someone like that and the feeling of how large Reaper is makes her eyes water and jaw ache. She wants…

“You presented to me like a cat in heat just now. Just takes a hand on your little pussy to get you nice and obedient. Heh. Figures.” His deep voice is doing things to her. It sounds like smoke and it feels like it’s crawling right underneath her skin and fills out her belly. She can almost feel it curling up inside her womb warm and thick and there.

The thought makes her clench again, and his low laughter gets her nipples to harden and press against the fabric of her dress. She’s not wearing a bra. She almost hopes he’ll find out; open up her tactical gear and get one of those large hands on her small, brown breasts-

“Hermosa…” he purrs and she feels his hand shift, two fingers tracing her labia before he slips between and spreads them open. Sombra’s mouth gapes a little, jaw slack, eyelids fluttering at the feeling of cool air hitting her wet, vulnerable flesh. “Like red wine. So dark and gorgeous…”

His fingers leave for a second, and when they return, they’re warmer – if only a little – and blunt. He’s not wearing a glove anymore as he feels her up, sliding from the pulsing, eager opening of her pussy down to the slowly fattening nub of her clit… rounds it once, twice, until she can feel her belly starting to get warm and tingly, then leaves again to pay a visit to her opening and give it the same treatment.

It almost lulls her into a strange, heated doze. She forgets to struggle and hiss abuse at him – instead she hangs in his grasp like a kitten and lets him play with her cunt, broad, blunt fingertips prodding and circling until her head feels too heavy to keep up. Her elbows want to bend; let her down onto the cold surface of the table to enjoy the ride – until suddenly he breaches her, fingers slipping in deep and smooth, testing the give of her cunt and the warmth of silky, puffy walls.

Sombra groans, back arching downwards – inadvertently tilting up her cunt. Offering it for him.

Reaper laughs again, and something low in her abdomen spasms with delicious need and pain.

“Haven’t had a good dick in a while, have you? Maybe that’s why you’re such a goddamn pain in the ass. I can help you with that…”

He’s fucking her on two fingers, slow and relentless, making her stretch around the thick digits until the rim of her opening burns and her pussy feels swollen and needy.

“You just…” He twists his hand, thumb coming down to press against her clit, making her grit her teeth and grunt visceral and real from deep in her chest. His skin is rough and brutish on her tender parts, just this side of painful that makes her tilt her head back, mouth wide open as she pulls in deep air as soon as the first shock of the touch has ebbed into a searing burn. “You jus’ talk big… nothin’ behind it…”

She’s slurring and it’s embarrassing but she can’t take it back; not while she is trying to swallow down the flood of saliva at the thought of a nice cock. She won’t drool for him.

“Well see,” he responds evenly. He is calm; nothing cocky in his demeanor as he pulls his long fingers from her – and leans over her trembling back to show her the digits; scissors them apart in front of her dumbly staring eyes to show the slick glistening on them and the strands of it stretching between. “I knew you’d be messy,” he tells her, low, almost purrs it directly into her ear – and she gushes another little pool of it while he negligently wipes his fingers at her face – from one cheekbone to the next, smearing her immaculate lipstick in the process.

He’s painted a smile onto her face and she can’t even bite his fingers for it because he’s already gone before her heated brain can comprehend what has happened. There’s the tinkling of buckles, and then something warm and large unceremoniously slaps against her cunt.

She jerks. He is gripping her hips tighter. She can feel his hips move as he slowly fucks his dick up against her cunt, rubbing the shaft along her sodden little slit.

Sombra’s mouth falls open and she stares at her own bleary reflection again as she tries to comprehend the sheer perfection of the dick rubbing off against her pussy. She can’t feel much like this – only warmth and silky skin, feel the heft of it resting against her ass, and she wants so sudden and viscerally that the clench of her belly hurts like a cramp.

“Dios mío,” she whispers. His cock slides down and she tries – and fails – to clench down on the tip of it.

Reaper – like the goddamned bastard that he is – suddenly ceases every movement. She can feel his heartbeat pulse in his dick. It’s slow and steady and strong.

“What’s that?”

Sombra grits her teeth, tears of frustration and need burning in her eyes. “Get in here,” she whispers heatedly, voice hitching a little. She’s breathing hard and her nipples are going to rub themselves raw against her unforgiving tactical gear.

Reaper flexes his hips – drags his cock along her folds once, then stops again.

“I didn’t quite catch that.”

She’d get him for that one later.

Her palms nearly slip on the surface of the table as she moves her weight around, reaching back and gripping one of her cheeks to pull it roughly to the side, stretching her hole. Showing off her insides – she can hear the sharp intake of breath through the air filter of his mask. She thinks she can feel the heat of his dick radiating towards her fingers and the need to reach over and grip it – palm it in her hand and feel it flex against her fingers – is stupidly overwhelming.

She breathes through it, makes herself hurt with the sharp tips of her titanium fingernails digging into the tender skin of her ass. The slight stretch of her hole feels nice – but she wants more.

“There,” she rasps. Sweat is starting to slide along her cheeks, her biceps is trembling with the strain of holding herself up. “In there.”

Things happen very sudden after that. Reaper isn’t saying anything more; doesn’t have a smart quip or a scathing remark. He grunts softly as if he’s shrugging his shoulders, and then he’s pressing inside; almost forcing the fat, blunt glans into her opening, cramming her full of just an inch of cock that makes her jerk and slip on the table.

There’s the pain of her elbow hitting the brushed steel blooming dully up her arm, eyes brimming with tears because she bit her tongue, the loud rumble of her total capitulation still sounding through the room – and then her entire being lights up with a whole ‘nother kind of pain that makes her toes tingle and her nipples almost pulse with need.

“Oh. Oh-o-oh,” she stutters, low, soft, her elbow slowly sliding to the side until her cheek lies against the coolness of the interrogation table.

He is large. Huge. He’s slipping in only millimeters, sliding on the slick she’s been very generous in offering, and still he’s spreading her farther and impossibly farther. Just when she thinks it’s enough; when there’s a high, breathless sound slipping from her like a teakettle over a hot stove – when she thinks she has to do something before he’ll ruin her cunt forever – the stretch stops and his head finally pops inside.

Sombra takes a rattling breath of relief; like a drowning man coming up to the surface, and slowly closes her eyes, riding the waves of rolling pleasure-pain lapping through her until Reaper does the unthinkable – and moves.

Hips rocking gently, working his cock deeper, making her soft walls spread and accommodate what was the meatiest cock Sombra had ever felt. It was girthy – heavy enough that she could feel it settling inside her, pushing down towards her belly button like it was about to fuck out of her stomach.

And still he was cramming more of it inside.

Her mouth was open, drool slipping from the corner, pooling on the table. She could smell her own cunt from the slick he smeared on her face. Her muscles contract weak and pathetic, trying to force the intruder out. The burn makes her whine, nails scraping against the metal of the table, legs uselessly dangling down.

He holds her effortlessly up, keeps her at the perfect angle to receive his dick, and goddamn but she is grateful for it. She thinks she might have cried if she’d have to hold herself up and invest any energy into anything but just feeling.

She wishes she could have seen his cock. She wishes she could have sucked him a little – just… just sipped at the tip and get a taste of it. God, she wants to fuck her throat on it, she wants-

He finally bottoms out. She can feel his balls against her clit; large and warm and heavy. Reaper is silent, and it takes her a while to realize that she is making sound for the both of them, a wheezing high pitched whine as her insides feel bloated with the dick she’s taken. She feels pregnant with it. Feels like her tits should be tender and swollen with milk or something. God, she’s a mess and he hasn’t even begun yet.

She’s a fucking mess.

Dios mío.

He starts fucking her like a toy. She can’t even hold on for the ride – he does it for her. His huge hands keep her round hips motionless. Her legs feel numb – her toes hadn’t had contact with the floor for fifteen or twenty minutes. Her cheek is rubbing along the metal of the table with every slow, deep thrust and all she can do is whisper “Yes,”s and “Sí”s and let him rail her good and proper like she hasn’t had in weeks, months, years, ever.

Every now and then a sharp feeling lances through her very core and she can’t even tell whether it is pain or pleasure, she just knows he’s reaching deep enough to make her eyes roll up into her head and her tongue loll out.

She can’t tell how long he’s fucked her, eerily silent behind her back, Sombra coasting on the waves of it until he suddenly speaks up – voice a little rougher, a little less smoky and more corporeal and gritty: “Not gonna pull stupid fucking pranks after this, are you? Gonna crawl into your little hidey hole and lick your wounds for a few weeks, I think. ‘Cause you know you’re going to feel this -” he snaps his hips once, sharp, balls slapping against her clit almost like a reprimanding; her tits are rubbing against the table, squeezed flat, painful – and she wants her fingernails on them, wants to tug on the hard tips – and she cries out once, sharp, back arching… “you’re going to feel this for a while.”

His hand slides over, thumb moving, and she realizes it’s the one without his glove, when the rough broad pad presses against the clench of her little asshole.

“You’re going to feel this for weeks. I’m ruining your cunt. Gonna fuck the cheek right out of you. Have you eating out of my palm because you’ll come crawling back, begging for my cock and for the privilege to suck my balls.”

Something inside her squirms at the words; twists like a snake, hissing and aggressive. It almost wants her to think up ways of getting back to him – but his next thrust has his cock kissing up to that deep spot inside her belly again and the resistance flees as fast as it had come.

He twists his thumb; corkscrews it inside of her ass without any lube, and the excess burn with the feeling of too full too much too soon has Sombra cry out and tense, body practically vibrating on his cock, everything kept still, teetering on the edge of orgasm, every muscle clenching down on the intrusion.

He leans forward a little – curls above her body – and when Reaper speaks again, he finally sounds the slightest bit breathless. Low and animalistic.

“I’m going to cum so deep inside you, you’ll not be able to scrape me out again. Gonna carry me around your slutty cunt. Gonna get you sticky and sloppy where nobody’ll ever reach but me.”

Reaper’s thumb twists inside her asshole. His hips don’t move but she can feel his cock flex nonetheless. It’s as strong and girthy as the fucking man himself and Sombra sobs weakly, tears of overstimulation smearing her make-up.

“You fuck with me,” he breathes, twisting his hips, making her feel his cock, “…and I’ll fuck with you.”

She nearly bites her tongue when he grinds forward and down; makes her feel like he’ll be fucking out of her belly button, her hot insides contracting once, twice, then just stay in their desperate clench, squeezing, strangling his cock, keeping him from moving even an inch from her hot, jerking body as she shudders her way through orgasm drooling and crying and wrecked from his cock.

Fuck, but did his little lesson spectacularly fail.

*claps hands together and prays to the kink gods* size kink gabe. Likes to feel weak and vulnerable and like he doesn’t have to be the big man in charge for once. Which is why Rein is perfect for all his sexual appetites

“There you go… hold still… just like- that, yeah… a tiny bit more… bend your back, Schätzchen. Let me see your pretty hole. Show me where you want my cock.”

Gabriel hides his face in the crook of his arm, whining high as he follows Reinhardt’s voice and the gentle press of his large fingers against the small of his back. He curves his spine down, tailbone angling up towards the ceiling; ass cheeks spreading open a bit more.

His hole looks unbelievably soft. It’s gaping a little from the slow, long fingering, and now that Reinhardt has the tip of his cock pressing against it teasingly, it is practically mouthing at the wet glans.

“That’s it. Good boy. Would you look at that.”

“Daddy, please,” Gabriel wheezes out. He sounds like he’s on the verge of an asthma attack, high and reedy.

Sometimes Reinhardt wonders about Gabriel’s family life. He’s never asked him, of course. Still, he thinks Gabriel needs this a little too much, sometimes. He can get clingy and almost weepy with need, the large burly man sitting heavily on Reinhardt’s lap, needing some cuddling behind closed, secure doors.

“Ja,” he hums, looking down, watching himself drag the fat head of his cock along the plump, clenching rim, feeling it try to suckle at the very tip – the other hand thumbing at one cheek, pushing it to the side. “You’re a good boy. Just look how perfect you are like this…”

He carefully nudges his hips forward, the tip of his cock starting to slip inside, pressing Gabriel’s muscles apart slowly to make him feel the burn. Only seconds in, the other man is already groaning and moving his head from the crook of his arm in favor of stuffing his face into the unmade bed while grabbing hand fulls of the sheets. 

He is rolling his body, the muscles in his impressive thighs tensing as he goes up onto the balls of his feet, lifting his ass into the burning sensation – and only making it worse with it as he makes himself take too much too fast.

“Easy now. Daddy got you. Papi hat dich, Schätzchen.”

Gabriel is a large man and still Reinhardt easily curls over him, one large hand between his shoulder blades to press him down mercilessly, the other at his hips, grounding him there as well: making him kneel back down properly so Reinhardt can control the slow slide of his cock.

He’ll not give him everything this first round. Gabriel is too keyed up and high-strung. He’ll wait until maybe the third orgasm – until Gabriel is come-dumb and pliant until he’ll fuck his sloppy hole.

He can see Gabriel’s muscles tensing as he tries to stem up – testing the sheer muscle force of Reinhardt, and smiles a little when the man starts to go boneless a second later, groaning and happy already.

“That’s it. Ohyeah. You’re a good boy for your Daddy.”

short ‘n dirty exhibitionist Hanzo for @kirinlust‘s pic that will keep me awake at night for the forseeable future.

They could be mistaken for a couple, Hanzo thinks. The market is bustling and he has hooked himself into his acquaintance’s arm, walking with him through throngs of people and inspecting the wares that were on offer. His partner was kind enough; not prattling uselessly as they moved along, seemingly content with Hanzo’s presence.

Nobody would think that they had met up only an hour earlier in a Starbucks, exchanging a few distracted niceties, the tips of Hanzo’s ears burning with nervous excitement while the other man was distinctly distracted, eyes glued to the zipper of Hanzo’s long, dark coat.

“I need to see it,” he’d said suddenly, wiping his sweaty hands at his jeans and slipping from the stool. Hanzo had felt his heartbeat ratcheting up as he’d been grabbed at the wrist and pulled towards the men’s room. He’d felt naughty; downright devious. He’d done it a few times before, though on his own. Walking the streets with his hands deep in his pockets, wearing high boots and the long trench coat so nobody would be any the wiser.

That he was naked underneath.

The men’s room had been empty, though Hanzo felt it would not have mattered to the other man one way or another – and that made everything that much better. He felt like he was helpless; as if he was being bullied by this man into doing it; being filthy in public, showing himself off. The man was big and broad enough to give the impression, gently bullying Hanzo into a corner of the room, next to the pissoirs. He was huffing almost obnoxiously loud.

He was just as excited as Hanzo. The thought made the archer stupidly giddy, nipples peaking tight and painful, rubbing against his coat as he thought about what would have been if other people had been there; men standing at the pissoirs, or washing their hands as he got inspected publicly; the practically-stranger nearly ripping his coat open as fast as he could to get an eyeful of the wares; staring greedily at Hanzo’s naked body, watching as his cock moved beneath the gaze, lifting up, showing the ladder piercing along the underside.

“Oh yeah,” the man had said, palming Hanzo’s chest, cupping the swell of his tit, “yeah you’re filthy, aren’t you?”

And yes, Hanzo was. He was filthy; he wanted people to know he was. He almost wished the man would slip behind him in the middle of the market; make him expose himself, show everybody how hard he was, his cock rubbing against the inside of the coat, getting tender and a little painful; smearing it with his excited pre-cum. He wanted them to see that he was naughty and liked to go out as good as naked.

“Here. Here is a good place,” his companion suddenly muttered, pulling him into the space between two houses on the edge of the market; the next stands only a few feet away, cutting the bulk of people off while still a few strolled past Hanzo’s back. He could feel some accidentally brushing him as they walked, not paying attention to the two men standing there. Hanzo’s hands felt numb. He was rooted to the mouth of the alley, staring at the other man with wide eyes and a fluttering pulse. He hadn’t anticipated to be actually doing it. Stupid, really, when he had met with the stranger for this exact purpose; had scoured dingy websites looking for someone accessible, someone that would love to see him show himself off in public…

“Come now,” the man urged with a low voice, glancing shortly over Hanzo’s shoulder, then back at him. “It’s perfect here.” He’s palming his own crotch now, gently squeezing the subtle bulge of his erection; and that more than anything jerks Hanzo out of his sudden lethargy, a bolt of arousal spiking through him at his companion’s lewd display.

He makes a conscious effort to breathe through his nose, slow and even as he reaches for the zipper of his coat. He can hear people talking behind him, hear the crunching of their boots. It’s not cold enough to see his breath but so cold that nobody looks twice at his heavy get up.

“Yeah, that’s it,” the man rasps, eyes glued to his chest and every centimeter of skin that is revealed. He looks a little crazy; eyes bulging, mouth set in a straight line. Hanzo wonders if people can put one and one together if they look over and see him and his intent stare.

He hopes they will.

Somebody of the endless throng at his back knowing he was exposing himself in public; showing his body off to somebody whose real name he did not even know.

He felt hot despite the cold around him, toes curling in his heavy boots when he spread his coat with trembling hands. His cock was swaying ridiculously in front, bouncing with his hectic rabbit fast heartbeat.

“You’re so naughty. Filthy exhibitionist,” the man said, staring at Hanzo’s dick, hectic red spots appearing on his throat. “You like this, yeah? Showing yourself off in public? Fuck, a couple people have stared at us already.” He clenched his hands into tight fists, then carefully relaxed them at his sides when Hanzo’s cock jerks in response, pre-cum bubbling up at the slit.

“Yeah. Yeah. You love that. Fuck. Come on, show off for me.”

Hanzo licked his lips, neck prickling. Were they looking at him right now? Were more and more people starting to stare at him, seeing how he stood with his feet a careful shoulder breadth apart, discreetly holding his coat open? Were they looking as he slowly lowered himself into a squat, letting go of his coat and putting his hands to the ground?

He glanced up at his companion, but couldn’t hold eye contact for long. His pulse was racing, thinking about a wrong movement, or a gust of wind causing his coat to slip from his knees and expose his naked legs.

That would get people’s attention. His cock jerked, dripping more pre-cum that oozed from the slit and started drooling down to the ground, leaving evidence of his naughtiness right in the open.

“Yeah. You’re a filthy slut,” the man murmurs, staring down at him, eyes flicking up to the happenings behind him every now and then but mostly staring at him, taking all of him in.

“I should make you turn around like that. Show everybody what you are. Or maybe… Maybe get you in a club. Give them some permanent markers so they can write on your body. I could show you off for them before, though. Show them your tits; how plush they are. Fuck, you got nice tits you know that?”

Hanzo is staring up at him, mouth a little open, eyes glassy. There’s a little puddle of pre-cum between his boots. Could people hear the man talk?

“Can you come like this?” the man rasps now, “Right in the open? Just from a bit of dirty talk?”

Hanzo licks his lips, lifts his hand and rubs a finger around the pulsing, swollen head of his cock – then lets it trail down to wet the thick vein bulging between his ladder piercings.

“I… might…” he curls his hand around his cock, the tips of his ears throbbing. He has his cock in hand with people walking at his back. He can hear one of the salesmen from the market loud and obnoxious; it’s like he’s standing right next to him, hackling about one thing or another.

He can feel his cock pulse in his hand, more pre-cum dripping down his knuckles. The air is so cold but all it does is make him feel hotter. More naughty. His nipples are hard, little tips and he wishes someone would pinch them and pull on them meanly. Make them hurt as he jerks off beneath the heated gaze of the stranger.

“Holy shit,” he’s rasping, wiping one hand over his mouth, eyes still a little bulging as he stares at Hanzo. “You’d do it. Freak.” He sounds relieved; almost gentle as he says it, then his eyes become a little harder, head jerking towards the end of the alley behind him.

“Get up. I wanna see you take a few steps like that. And then you can jerk off for me.”

Hanzo almost stumbles when he carefully stands. He wants to reach for the sides of his coat, make sure it will not swish more than intended and expose him – but a quelling look from his partner has him keep his hands uselessly at his sides, knees feeling weak and wobbly as he slowly walks towards him.

He’ll do it. He’ll jerk off for the stranger in public. Shoot his cream against the wall of a dark alley where anybody could walk past and see. Maybe be disgusted at whatever creep would do something like it.

The thought has his balls pulse almost painfully. They jerk hard enough that he feels nauseous for a moment as he walks, cock bobbing until he carefully takes it in hand, moving down the alley naked and with his dick in his fist.

He thinks he might be addicted to this.

Nobody of his team may ever know.

take this very smol seadragon virgin Hanzo 😛 insp obviously by this pic from @ikkanoodles

Hanzo looks like he’s one wrong movement of Jesse’s away from plunging back into the sea and leaving the human sitting and frustratingly aroused – again.

Jesse halts where he kneels little more than an arm length away, eyes roving the gorgeous creature and trying not to fixate on the way his cocks had poked out; pearly white as the rest of his stunning tail, sliding out from their hidden sheathes, the slit a soft petal pink that playfully trailed down to his cloaca.

“Don’t go,” Jesse begs, biting his tongue when the sound makes Hanzo clutch his satchel of twinkling treasures tighter to his chest. The creature is watching him out of the corners of his dark eyes, mouth pulled into a little, pouty moue. His tail lifts, translucent fins glistening in the sun, then lets it splash noisily back into the water.

He’s as skittish as ever, but Jesse is determined to keep him close this time. He was so much different than Gabriel: Where Gabriel was almost difficult to shoo back into the brine and make him understand that their playdate was over (Gabriel had quite different opinions on who of the two was the one to end their little trysts), Jesse had to painstakingly watch his every move when around Hanzo to make sure the prissy creature wouldn’t dive right back in.

“You’re just a gorgeous thing aren’t you?” he coos, arm carefully stretching out beneath the troubled gaze. In his mind, he called Hanzo a princeling. He seemed just as fussy as one in any case. It had taken so long to even get him to come close – a lot of coaxing and the offering of a few shining coins, actually – and having him sit there, obviously just as affected and interested as Jesse was… it was like torture.

“You’re pretty pent up yourself, aren’t you? Liked watching me play with my cock?” It’s been his newest tactic; sitting a safe distance away, slowly jerking his cock and letting Hanzo watch; the curious, confused gaze of the creature almost enough for the moment. Hanzo’s eyes flicked down as if he understood, looking at Jesse’s cock hanging out from his pants heavy and wet.

“Let me look at what you got there, hm? Got the prettiest dick there… fuck… you got two?”

It hadn’t taken him long to realize that Hanzo loved any sort of praise; he doubted the creature understood the words but the tone of voice probably worked just as well in this case. Hanzo preened whenever Jesse cooed at him, and now was no different: one cock, the longer one, jerked a bit, the slit at the flared tip dilating a bit to ooze out thick pre-cum while the smaller one pushed out of the soft sheathe just a little bit more.

“Damn…” He touched the side of Hanzo’s tail, fingers almost slipping on the smooth scales. Here, too, he was so different to Gabriel; Gabriel was warm, skin soft as a human’s as long as he didn’t drag his palm against the grain. Hanzo on the other hand was cool and slick; not quite feeling like an ordinary fish but coming very close anyway.

“You like that, don’t you? Just stay there… sit nice and still. I’m going to make you feel so good… just trust me…”

He was babbling, hand inching over towards the gorgeous cocks. He couldn’t believe there were two. He couldn’t believe how soft the skin around them was, so pink and vulnerable and without any scales… silky and sensitive if the jerk of Hanzo’s tail was anything to go by.

“Just stay there… good boy…”

.o.

Hanzo wasn’t making a damn sound but he had let go of his satchel with one hand in favor of clutching at Jesse’s hair hard enough to pull a few out and make him tear up.

He had his head in the creature’s lap and his mouth stuffed with the small, tapered cock, tongue dragging slow and careful against it, licking and occasionally suckling while Hanzo’s tail thrashed and pounded against the stones on the shore.

It was a little frightening to be honest; Hanzo wasn’t as gentle as Gabriel had been; he seemed far less in control, yet still Jesse didn’t budge and let the long cock slap wet and meaty against the side of his face while he blew the smaller nub.

If he didn’t knew better – hadn’t been able to witness first hand how wet Hanzo got, both cocks drooling liberally, one of which Jesse slurped up noisily – he would have thought he was hurting the creature. As such, he couldn’t help himself but soothingly rub the shining tail, hand inching closer towards that sweet little cloaca until he was able to round it with two fingers and feel its almost desperate little contractions.

He pulled back with a lewd pop, staring right at Hanzo’s face. He was flushed a strange kind of blue up to the tip of his pointed ears, and only when Hanzo leaned a little back, both arms curling in a protective manner around his satchel, did he realize how close he was to the creature; that he’d never been allowed to almost sit on him, hands all over the pretty tail and feeling him up.

As he looked down, he could see how the longer cock jerked; gracefully curved and so thick in the middle that Jesse’s belly clenched with the need to sit down on it and feel the flared strange tip rub up against his insides.

“Such a pretty boy you are,” he assures Hanzo, thumbing at the smaller cock that reminded him so much of a juicy clit – especially when Hanzo jerked and made a sound, muffling the awkward warbling cry into the leather of his satchel.

smol thing for a few of @ikkanoodles‘ pics again! hhhhhh

“Yeah, that… that works for you? Right?” Jesse mumbles, eyes hooded, watching the slow emergence of the slick, tapered cock. “Just stay still. Good boy. You’re… heh… you’re a good boy, right?”

He’s babbling and nervous, fingers framing the fleshy part of the creature’s slit, palm pressing carefully down to feel how warm and firm he was. Despite his mindless prattling, the shark seemed relaxed – almost bored if not for the way his cock was slowly but surely sliding farther out, the fleshy lips of his slit parting to accommodate the widening girth of it. He had one arm behind his head, the other across his belly as he watched Jesse with dark eyes.

He was calm; the powerful body stretched out, the large fins at the tip of his tail dragging lazily through the water. A little farther away on the glistening stones of the shore lay a large fish carcass, bleeding out sluggishly with a perfect imprint of the creature’s sharp teeth in its belly.

He had presented Jesse with it almost rudely, slapping it on the ground and staring at him with such dark intentions, the young fisherman had thought it was meant as a kind of threat. The sharkman – which he secretly called Gabriel in his head – had looked even more pissy then usual when Jesse had just stood there, hands helplessly spread at his sides, and had vanished for a good half hour before emerging again and lying down, waiting for Jesse to approach slowly.

“Fuck,” Jesse murmured, hand slowly rubbing down the smooth expanse of Gabriel’s tail, feeling the freakishly strong muscles beneath the skin, then sliding slowly back up against the grain – stopping for a moment at the small, tender hole of his cloaca to carefully round it with the trembling tips of his fingers.

Gabriel huffed, tail splashing a little more vigorously into the shallows, making Jesse jerk and glance up at him nervously, other hand strangling his throbbing cock – the stupid thing too dumb to understand when it was supposed to lose interest in the proceedings because a mauling was imminent.

As it was, Gabriel’s eyebrows had drawn together and he looked mildly annoyed and confused – but not like he was about to rip Jesse a new one. So he carefully returned his hand, thumb sliding once, twice across the twitching hole of Gabriel’s cloaca, feeling how soft the skin there was, before he decided that he wouldn’t push his luck and slid the last few centimeters up towards the fully parted slit and Gabriel’s extended cock, the elongated slit at the tip bubbling with slimy pre-cum.

“You’re a good boy,” he whispered, trembling fingertips touching the thick, smooth base of the shark cock, feeling how warm it was and squeezing his fist around the tip of his cock.

Gabriel’s head had turned, dark eyes watching intently what Jesse was doing to himself. There was a new kind of interest in them that Jesse couldn’t pinpoint until the shark suddenly moved, upper body curling towards the young human man, and thick arms curling around him to pull him closer.

Jesse thought dimly that this was how he was going to die: cock out and hand around the slick, intriguing dick of a shark person.

.o.

Gabriel was, despite his prickly demeanour, impossibly gentle. Most of anything, he seemed to just want to clutch Jesse to himself. His arms were large and inescapable and no matter how much Jesse squirmed, he had a firm and careful hold on him, not allowing him to slip from him more than a couple centimeters.

Jesse was overwhelmed.

He couldn’t decide what to focus on first: the careful press of sharp, dangerous teeth along his shoulders and neck whenever Gabriel lovingly nibbled on him, or the slow, inexorable slide of his cock slipping deeper and deeper and deeper, and spreading Jesse gradually farther.

Jesse was whining high in his throat, hands trying to find purchase and only managing to grab onto the thick forearms of the creature holding and fucking him, making him take the slimy, intriguing cock he’d been fondling and dancing around for weeks – Gabriel coming back again and again like a well-trained puppy, offering his body for Jesse’s uneducated fondling.

He wondered, dimly, whether this was some kind of payback; whether Gabriel thought that weeks of getting felt up and molested by the human were the pay for this now: Jesse unwittingly fucking himself on the wicked cock, feet placed on the sides of the thick tail and belly heaving as he breathed through a minor panic attack because he was sure he could feel that long, warm cock right in his belly.

“Don’t… don’t hurt me,” he whined, trembling and overstimulated, his cock – his stupid, fucking cock – so hard it stood up into the salty sea air all on its own, dark red and painful to the touch; his pubes just above it standing in a tacky tuft that Gabriel seemed stupidly curious of because one large hand kept returning to it: sliding down Jesse’s trembling belly to card fingers through it before returning up and hugging around the kid’s ribs.

His fear was unfounded, though: Gabriel never got rough. He huffed behind him, the flap of his gills soft and wet as he seemed to need to take air in from both ways. His teeth never broke skin as he nibbled gently, lovingly, pressing carefully into him and marking him up as he let Jesse fuck himself on his cock.

It took him a while until he realized that he was even doing it: that his small nervous jerks were the only things moving himself on the shark’s cock.

“Oh god,” Jesse groaned, head coming back up, cheeks pounding with the hot embarrassment of it. Looking down he could see his swaying cock, ready to shoot just from the delicious, slick stimulation inside; and farther down he could see Gabriel’s tail; long and greybrown and lazily swishing in the water, his pink little cloaca clenching whenever Jesse moved and his insides squeezed down on the delicious cock. The only sign that Gabriel was just as hot for what was happening as the hapless human atop him.

short prompt: “Please, sir, no more teasing.” He begged. “Please, Mr. Wilhelm, sir…”

Anonymous said: “youre still taking prompts? ever thought of human au reindatta with buisnessman reinhardt sugardaddy-ing broke student mondatta?“

Mondatta scrabbled at Reinhardt’s back, then at his head, fingers digging into the thick hair there.

“Please, sir, no more teasing.” He begged. “Please, Mr. Wilhelm, sir…”

Reinhardt chuckled, hoisting him a little farther up and pressing him against the wall with ease. 

“You’re so cute,” he told him in a murmur, nosing his way beneath the young man’s ear just to hear him whine high in the back of his throat, bony knees digging a little painfully into Reinhardt’s sides. “You’re always so polite. So sweet.”

He breathed in deep as he let one hand slide beneath the soft, wide pullover Mondatta was wearing to get at his skin. He was almost painfully thin, and not exactly a little sweet distraction on the side with how tall he was, but Reinhardt thought still thought he was unbearably cute. Especially with how quickly flustered he became, the tranquil exterior cracking so quickly whenever his sugar daddy made him do something ‘embarrassing’.

“You always smell so good,” Reinhardt sighed sincerely, tongue sneaking out to taste as his big fingers slid across the soft, fluttering expanse of belly, shoving the student’s pullover up as he went.

Mondatta’s voice went high and alarmed, limbs clutching at Reinhardt like an octopus.

“M-Mr. Wilhelm! P-people could see.”

He had him pinned right next to one of his huge office windows. Reinhardt grinned, twisting his hand until his thumb could swipe slow and languid across the warm, excited bulge in the young man’s tight cotton trousers. Always so easily excited. So quick to come undone.

“Either I stop teasing and I let you down, or I play with you a little more right here where everybody can see what a darling little harlot I have. Your choice. You can’t have both, Kleiner,” he rumbled.

Mondatta shuddered bodily, face going hot against Reinhardt’s cheek.

“I… I… I want to stay here,” he whispered back as if Reinhardt didn’t know his sweet toy by now; and what a slutty boy the philosophy student was.

Lil blurbs for @ikkanoodles‘ shark Gabe stuff :3 because hnnngh

Jesse can’t believe he’s doing this – can’t believe the creature is letting him do this. He looks unimpressed – a little bored, even, but he is accommodating enough to let the nervous young man play and explore.

He’s almost tripped over him earlier; not seeing the brown skin and grey scales until the last second – the lazy whap of the massive tail against the stone cliff the only thing alerting him that he was about to scale a living, breathing creature on his way to the tip of the craggy stone reaching out over the sea.

The creature hasn’t said a word or made a sound, looking at him with disdain as Jesse stood gawking, but for all his standoffish attitude he didn’t seem aggressive.

Jesse had ogled him, from the tip of his head to the sharp fin at the end of the long, thick tail and hadn’t known what to take in first, to be honest. The thing that pushed him closer against any better judgement, had been the sight of the underside of the tail, though.

The creature hadn’t seemed embarrassed in the least, showing him his vulnerable underside – and those smaller fins that were relaxed enough to show just a glimpse of what they were hiding; the curious slit underneath a little pink-ish and puffy looking.

The man – shark… creature…? had watched him calmly as he’d approached, stumbling across the little, smooth rocks towards him, looking up with a raised eyebrow at the gangly human ranging over him until Jesse had fallen to his knees and carefully reached for him.

The creature’s carefully groomed facial hair was soft against his palm and his nervous question of “What are you?” was blithely ignored even as the gentle push of his thumb was not, jaw falling readily open to show off rows of needle sharp teeth even as the gaze returned from disdainful to bored, watching calmly as Jesse stared, cock eager and hard in his pants.

“Holy shit,” he whispered, thumb pushing a little against the creature’s upper lip just to watch the length of it’s canine. “Holy shit,” he whispered again when the man let his tongue just flop out; as pink-ish as the flesh Jesse had seen farther down, and dripping with sticky, slimy saliva that was decidedly not human.

The teeth looked like they were ready to rip flesh and crack bone and still he thought stupidly eager: I want to stick my cock in that.

.o.

The creature moved for easier access and Jesse thought he might be flexing for him. Getting his beefy arms up and over his head to stretch his upper body sinuously, one eyebrow raised again as he watched Jesse move down his body.

He wondered if the shark could feel how sweaty his palms were against his strangely slick skin or the silky minuscule scales of his abdomen. As he petted, eyes staring doggedly at the tender little fins shielding what he had spied earlier, he couldn’t help but notice how rough the skin was when brushed against the tight coat of scales; a sandpapery feel like little thorns against his palm that had him shudder and tail whap against the ground in annoyance until he resumed his petting in the right direction.

.o.

The creature was unhappy with his fumbling as he unceremoniously pushed the small fins to the side (and how soft they felt against his fingers; so unlike the rest of the creature’s abdomen), and stared with his mouth hanging open at the swollen, long slit, but he was keeping still enough for him to rub two fingers up and down the tight seam.

The scales weren’t as unforgiving here; soft and so small it mostly felt like normal skin as he dragged first the tip of his fore- and middlefinger, along and then, when there was no give and the swollen lips wouldn’t part for him, he pressed his thumb against the apex, trying to wriggle his way between while his cock was jerking in his jeans.

The creature’s tail moved again, slapping against the ground and shifting. He could feel the large muscles against his legs and a wave of heat and ice cold washed through him as he realized just how strong the appendage was. Heavy and enough to crush him if the creature was seriously annoyed by his stupid fumbling.

Jesse glanced upwards again, staring at the wide chest and dark pink nipples, then at the careful groom of the facial hair. 

“Fuck, you’re a pretty one, aren’t’cha?” he rasped, lifting his fingers to lick at them – and taste the salt of the creature’s body – then return to that sweet, puffy slit. It was like he had said the magic words – or maybe the creature was just taking pity of him; because suddenly the tense muscles he had felt before became buttery soft, allowing the puffy lips to slide apart and…-

… and a thick, slimy cock to emerge; tapered and sturdy looking, standing upright and needy while the little fins he’d pushed apart earlier were fluttering helplessly.

Looking up, he could see a flush on the creature’s cheeks, facial expression almost reluctantly curious as he glanced down his nose at what Jesse was doing to him.

Well… with a cock, Jesse could work.