Fandom: Overwatch
Pairing: Doomfist/ Lucio
Summary: Lucio wasn’t sure about this kink of Akande’s. It takes him a bit to get into it but once he does he finds it just as enjoyable for him.
Notes: Face sitting, oral sex, brief spanking, This one got away from me a little. I just love Doomcio so much.
Rating: Explicit
“Are you okay?” The only response Lucio received was the tight squeeze of a large hand on his thigh. He lets out a breathless laugh at the response, resting his hand atop Akande’s for a moment. Lucio knew that his boyfriend liked to eat him out, but this was something else entirely. Could Akande even breath down there?
Tag: doomfist/lucio
omega lucio always being too busy to properly enjoy his heats, dealing w/ concerts, interviews and meetings: he goes into heat on base but is miserable with all the alphas around and he cant take a break. akande gets lucio’s manager to give him a little break, then shows lucio how an omega should spend their heat; by the end of the day, lucio is sprawled in his first nest, getting deep dicked so hard by akande he cant even remember what he was working on
Lúcio is scrabbling at the pillows and blankets surrounding him, blunt nails scratching across the soft rug underneath, trying to drag himself away from the immense feeling of fullness.
Akande laughs, then stills and drags a hand slowly down the omega’s sweaty back. Calming him as he finally manages to drag one of the pillows against his chest and hug it tight, breathing rapid and heartbeat fluttering so fast, Akande can feel it in the plush walls hugging his cock.
“No need for this. Calm,” he murmurs, ranging above the omega, watching how the slender back of his neck is basically glowing a dull red. “You needn’t do anything but relax.”
And then, after a second of contemplation, he adds with a faint, ironic smirk: “And lift your pretty cunt in the air so I can have better access…”
Lúcio groans into the bedding of his nest, walls clenching tight and squelching around the big Alpha cock. He does lift up higher, though; gathers his knees beneath him and angles his ass; hole fucked soft and pliant, gaping open a little bit more around the insane stretch of the cock filling him. His body is so very easy for the mounting; so unused to getting what it needs during heat that it’s almost clumsy in its need to provide; overwhelming the boy.
“That’s it,” Akande croons, bending down and hooking one massive arm around the kid’s hips; lifting him up even higher; practically pulling him onto his cock. His insides are wet and suckling; squelching obscenely but also so very gratifyingly as he begins moving in small thrusts; guiding Lúcio to get speared on Alpha cock.
He scrabbles again, cries out hoarse and in vague alarm, but when Akande leans above him, easily blanketing his body, wanting to watch his face if he is unhappy with the proceedings, the young man kisses him messy and wet; uncoordinated in his need, then butting his head submissively against the Alpha’s jaw; taking a few harmless nips at the soft underside of Akande’s chin, all the while getting speared by cock.
So sweet and overwhelmed from getting treated right.
Akande hired/masquerading as Lucio’s bodyguard tho – having Lucio ride or choke on his dick in the limo to/from concerts, staying in his suit while Lucio gets stripped off because Akande likes watching that tiny naked bod. And Lucio LOVES IT.
Lúcio is always more hopped up on adrenaline before his concerts. Afterwards he tends to be mellow; almost sleepy and kitten pliant, all his energy pumped out through the loudspeakers and given to his audience.
Before, however, he is jittery and almost nervous. Full of an energy that needs to be directed – and Akande is a very good conductor.
The limousine is huge and still he has to curl marginally forward, the back of his head pressing against the roof as he stares down at Lúcio between his thighs, trying his hardest to choke himself on the big cock hanging out of Akande’s pants.
He’s been cuddling with it like an old hand, sure and loving as he made sure to drag it all over his cheeks and drool generously against his bush as he kissed the swollen base and sucked at the large, warm ballsac beneath.
Now, though, he seems grotesquely out of his waters, trying and failing to push the swollen glans into the back of his throat.
“Easy,” Doomfist murmurs, large hands holding Lúcio’s head with gentle steadiness; keeping him from forcing himself farther down. “You will have to rouse the crowds. Be kind to your throat.”
One hand travels down, curling around Lúcio’s throat; holding on just a little too tight. Just enough to make him choke and get his eyes to tear up.
“Open your mouth. Tongue out.”
He taps the tip against the slippery surface; pops it between Lúcio’s swollen lips and back out again. He slaps his cock high against his cheeks until the kid has to close his eyes against it, kneeling and letting himself get degraded.
Akande smirks, fist tight around his cock, jerking himself in small, efficient flicks of his wrist. He pulls his cock away from Lúcio’s searching mouth and instead smears his balls across his nose; pulls him in close enough to place them on his forehead while he smothers him in the humid heat behind, barely accessible with his pants still on.
Lúcio groans, delirious, small tongue out, lapping at whatever strip of skin he can find.
Doomfist loves how easily this little music man submits. How he has him wrapped around his little finger – and, in proxy, the masses that flock to him.
“Now. Back.”
He aims carefully, watches with lazily slitted eyes as he jerks off onto Lúcio’s eager tongue, stretched out as far as he can, eyes classy, fingers drumming against his thighs. He wipes the rest against the boy’s goatee, watches him try and lick it away.
He likes the thought of him on stage with his cum in his face.
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