Hana/Lúcio; Lúcio/Hanzo – slapping, crying, rough sex, deep throating, gagging, pegging, consensual, voyeurism, sex stream – Hana receives a hefty donation on stream, getting asked for one of the OW boys to join in and have a piece of Lúcio. She readily accepts.
Hana has taken to bending Lúcio over the edge of the bed. It is easier to fuck him when she can brace one foot against the bed, and it is more fun, too. She likes fucking like a jock; hips lose and right hand on his left hip.
She also knows that it looks good because they both have pretty, long legs that they can show off like that – and because her viewers often comment on it. The position allows for some more motion, Lúcio bouncing forward with her enthusiastic thrusts, hands fisted in the duvet, trying not to topple over like other times when she’ll proceed to mount him when he’s lying there with his ass in the air and drill into him until he’s crying out so lovely that it makes her belly do a low, delicious flip.
She’s biting her lip watching how pretty Lúcio is spread around her candy pink dildo, but looks up sharply when the sound of coins clattering together rings through the air. She has to squint at her screen, then her face lights up in a huge grin.
“Oh my God!” she squeals and pulls back, ignoring Lúcio’s whined protests, so she can have a better look at the donation. “One grand! Holy shit, thank y-”
She pauses, reading the message attached to the donation and makes a high-pitched sound that does not go over well with her chat. She ignores those complaints, too, and claps her hands together.
“Oh man. You got it. Fuck – I know *just* the guy for the job!” She grabs her phone and types out a message as she makes her way back to Lúcio who is watching her with a dazed look, sucking on his own fingers and filling the horrible emptiness she’s left behind with his other hand.
When she’s back, she gives him a clap on the back of the hand to make space for her, sliding carefully back in under his low, drawn-out whine.
“I got a treat for you,” she sing-songs after there’s a ping coming from her phone. She throws it unto the bed next to Lúcio’s face and he blearily reads the last texts.
‘Come here. You can rough my boy up and get paid for it <3’
‘On my way.’
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Hanzo fucks like he’s using an appliance, and it is exactly this disregard for Lúcio’s comfort that Hana has been looking for.
The tip had been generous enough for a very special show, and she pauses in fucking Lúcio in order to make sure that the microphone pics up the lewd gagging and clicking of his throat when Hanzo pinches his nose and fucks in deep.
She can’t read the chat from the position she is in but she can tell that the viewers are going wild over Lúcio’s throat visibly bulging around Hanzo’s cock while he weakly struggles to get off and breathe.
Hana watches with a sharp eye, ready to step in if Hanzo gets too rough, but the second Lúcio’s eyes go wide and panicked he pulls back and lets him take in a huge, rattling breath, followed by him hacking and coughing.
Tears are streaming down his cheeks, drool on his chin. He’s an absolute mess and Hanzo has only just begun playing with him.
Hanzo’s dark eyes flick to Hana, assessing her reaction, and when she doesn’t give him more than a stare, he goes back to playing with Lúcio.
She resumes, too; slides in carefully, one hand on the small of Lúcio’s back, but she has the feeling he barely registers what is happening behind him because Hanzo has him pulled back onto his cock, teeth bared as he has one hand in Lúcio’s thick locks, the other behind his jaw, fingers digging in. Keeping him right where he wants him to despite the young man’s struggle.
His gagging is lewd and wet, drool sliding down into Hanzo’s pubes, and Hana can feel her clit throb in need. She enjoys seeing someone play rough with Lúcio, but she does not think she could muster that level of antagonism.
Hanzo, on the other hand, does not seem to have a problem. He moves in minimal thrusts that seem more to be aimed at tickling Lúcio’s gag reflex again and again.
When he pulls back again, he keeps Lúcio’s head tight in his hands, watching his eyes intently; how they are threatening to roll up into his head as he gasps for air and coughs.
“Do you love my cock?” he asks silkily, and when Lúcio does not answer quick enough, he slaps him hard. Hana pauses, narrowing her eyes, but after an initial silence, Lúcio wheezes in a way she knows is good.
“I asked you something.”
“Y…Yes,” he croaks. “I-I love it.”
Hanzo slaps him once more for good measure, then pulls him back onto his dick.
By now Lúcio has acclimated himself enough to pay more attention to his surroundings once more, angling his ass back into D.Va’s slow, easy rocking.
She thinks that Hanzo must treasure the occasions in which he is allowed to fuck. She figures that his personality is a big enough deterrent for most, if not the way he lords over his partners like now, berating Lúcio breathlessly on his technique.
He’s a bastard, but he’s perfect for this job, and Lúcio is vibrating between them like a live wire, already primed and ready to shoot at her permission.
Money well earned.
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