7th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 9th Fill

McCree/Hanzo/Genji – continuation of this fic – shimadacest; dress up/feminization; slut shaming; sloppy seconds – Genji finally gets what he’s always wanted since that night.

Hanzo is clawing at whatever he can get his hands on, eyes dark and fiery. He’s been protesting against their advances, but there has been no fire behind it and a few minutes later he’s already stopped throwing insults.

His cheeks are bright red, cock nestling hard and excited in the black folds of the skirt Genji has flipped up with negligence. Hanzo looks good in his cute little dress, but Genji is in no mood to take his time and enjoy the sight.

What he wants is the red gape of his hole; wet and creamed already – used by Jesse only moments prior before Genji had made his way in after receiving a text message, waiting outside and listening impatiently to his brother howl on the big dick spearing him.

“You can’t be serious,” Hanzo rasps in a last ditch effort at preserving his dignity; trying to look like he’s not desperately, sickeningly into the thought of his little brother breeding him up and fucking him like the bitch he is.

His hands on Genji’s biceps become softer, the claws retreating in favor of him just holding on, looking at his brother with dark eyes that look cat like with the dark, sharp lines drawn around them.

“Genji, you can’t…”

Genji grunts and pushes closer. He slaps his dick against Hanzo’s balls, then his gaping hole which tries to clench on pure instinct but blooms open again immediately. McCree has dicked him well, after all.

McCree, kneeling behind Hanzo, reaches forward. He hooks his hands under his knees and pulls his legs back, spreading them wide; opening him up obscenely to his little brother’s heated, almost insane gaze. Displaying everything Hanzo has to offer; making him look like a cheap one-dollar-whore with his tits almost spilling out the little black dress he’s wearing.

“Genji,” Hanzo implores, voice gone a bit high. A bit whiny. Like he isn’t hot for it. As if his cock wasn’t flexing and dripping, eager for the shame of having his little brother slip deep into the loose mess McCree has made of his cunt.

Genji’s eyes flick up to him, boring into him as he leans forward, hands braced on the backs of Hanzo’s exposed thighs, further folding him into a tight little package and making it hard to breathe for his older brother.

“I’ve seen the photos, Hanzo,” he breathes, his cock so close, the tip caught against the soft, slippery rim of Hanzo’s hole. He moves his hips faintly, rocking minimally into his brother and letting him get a taste of the nice, blunt stretch. “I’ve seen how slutty you are for McCree…”

Hanzo’s mouth gets soft and open, though whether it is because of his shame and surprise at Genji’s confession, or how he can just about feel the stretch of his little brother’s cock gaping cunt, Genji is not sure.

In any case, Hanzo’s hands have slowly loosened from his arms, sunk down to uselessly curl against his own shoulders. He’s already stopped fighting what is happening; letting the other two fold him up into lewd positions. Showing his body off.

“What a natural you are,” Genji purrs, “You keep good care of McCree’s dick, don’t you? Let him grunt fuck you every which way…” He licks his lips, eyelids fluttering as he slowly sinks inside now, feeling how hot and squishy Hanzo’s insides are as his walls lovingly close around him. Keep him cushioned.

Beneath him, Hanzo is choking on his own spit, his toes curling in the air.

“I’ve seen you do it,” he hisses now, not particularly aggressive; he has trouble breathing; feels like Hanzo’s insides are squeezing the air out of him instead of just trying to strangle his cock. Hanzo’s face is soft and open. Lewd. Obscene looking in Genji’s book. “I’ve seen how hungry you get for his dick. You love taking care of it. Wonder how tight you were the first time he fucked you.”

He’s starting to move, short, hard thrusts that jostle Hanzo against McCree and have his dark eyes starting to roll up, a thin line of spit drooling from the corner of his mouth.

He loves getting fucked by his little brother. Loves it already even though nothing much has happened.

Loves the sensation of a cock deep dicking him without him having to do much.

“Lazy slut,” Genji pants, systems close to overheating already, so his cooling system springs to life with a vengeance, the pistons in his shoulders forcefully expelling steam. Genji himself has not much wetness to offer, yet the sound of his fucking is accompanied by lewd squelching sounds as he fucks the mess McCree left in him nice and frothy.

Jesse himself is eerily quiet. He just watches, cheeks ruddy red, eyes heavy lidded. He enjoys the show. Having his own personal whore be used by someone else.

Helpfully keeps Hanzo’s legs out of the way. They are useless for this anyway. All that interests them is his sloppy, warm cunt; always open, always ready. Not as tight as it used to be, but silky and soft and well-trained all the same.

“Is that how you imagine your life, brother?” Genji grunts, a slight whine to his voice now. He’s already so close and tears of desperation are pricking his eyes. He does not want to be done already. He wants to fuck more. More.

“Being reduced to nothing but a cunt? Getting fucked by a mutt and your little brother?”

Hanzo’s mouth drops open. He gurgles; low and undignified. Genji only doubles his efforts as he slams into him.

6th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 7th Fill

Hanzo/D.Va – rimming; housewife!Hanzo; slutshaming – Hana has borrowed Hanzo for a bit of housekeeping duty. She’s put him in a nice dress, too!

“Woooow…” D.Va looks around her room with hooded eyes, and her hands on her hips. She slowly chews her gum, then blows a bubble that seems to go on and on forever while Hanzo is standing in the middle of the room, cringing more and more and trying not to show it.

She looks supremely unimpressed, and the longer it goes on, the harder he is gripping the old-timey duster she’s pushed into his hands before strolling out two hours ago.

Finally, Hana pops the bubble and stalks deeper into the room, immediately going towards one of her action figure shelves and dragging a finger along its surface.

“You’re not really good at this, are you?” she murmurs, glancing at her finger after pulling it away. Hanzo flushes. “You’re pretty bad for a maid, in fact. I thought you had learned all this stuff.” He flushes darker and remains silent, staring down at the floor. Like this, the petticoat is directly in his line of sight, reminding him of the maid costume she made him wear as part of her ownership of him today.

She sighs and wipes her finger against her sweatpants.

“I’ll have to tell McCree that he ought to show his girl how to properly clean.” Hanzo scowls, He wants to feel angry but all that he can drudge up is a deep embarrassment over his shortcomings. He listens to Hana puttering around the room, checking for what he’s done, and startles when her small hand suddenly touches the middle of his naked back. The maid uniform is not a professional one. It shows more than it hides, making him look like he has tits (and he will never admit that he’s spend the first ten-or-so minutes admiring himself in D.Va’s large mirror).

“You look pretty in the dress,” she tells him, and she sounds sincere enough that his ever-present flush deepens, nipples getting hard and sensitive as if on command. They’ve primed him for it by now. To react to every little suggestion, get hot and bothered at the mere thought of them playing with him.

The petticoat hides how his cock is lifting eagerly, balls already throbbing as he watches Hana start to unselfconsciously peel out of her clothes, throwing them to the side and exposing herself to him.

“Got one more place for you to clean,” she sing-songs. He watches as she kneels on her candy pink bedspread and braces herself on one shoulder so she can reach backwards.

“Come here and be a good girl, hm? I’ll pay you extra…” She spreads her cheeks apart, showing off the small clenched hole of her anus, the other hand crooking a little finger at him beckoning him closer.

.o.

“Damn.. that’s it… you’re good at that at least, huh? Oh ffff… d-dang…” Hana is whining into her bedspread, mouthing at whatever strip of fabric is close enough, happily drooling into it as she keeps both hands back to spread her ass open for Hanzo to get deeper and deeper and deeper. Her soft skin is red and raw looking from his beard, but she still does not want him to stop the greedy drags of his soft, wet tongue across her hole.

“Does your husband make you rim him too?” she asks breathlessly, rocking back against his face, her cunt smearing sticky slick against his chin. “Do you bring him a beer and then get on your knees to lick his ass?”

Her voice breaks marginally, gets high and trembling as his big hands carefully curl around her ankles, then slide up her calves to grip at the backs of her knees and push her legs further apart.

He dips down and gentles the hot, swollen gash of her cunt with his tongue, but one of her hands rushes down and curls cruelly in his hair, dragging him up and mashing his face back into her ass.

“Nobody said you could stop,” she pants. “Do as you’re told, and maybe I’ll…” she hiccups when he tries to wriggle his tongue into her tight clench, then instructs him with a thin voice to use more spit. “Maybe I’ll not tell your husband what a little.. wh-… whore he has for a wife.”

Jesse knows, of course. And Hana knows that he knows – but she also knows how hot it gets Hanzo to feel like he’s being coerced.

He just wouldn’t have thought how much it gets to him listening to her break down; trying not to swear as she’s trained herself for her streams, but unable to keep from it in the long run when his tongue is wriggling into her and feeling how hot and slick her intestines are.

His thumbs rub circles into her skin, cock trapped in the folds of the petticoat and drooling, chafing against the coarse material. He listens to the slick sounds of her jerking herself off and wishes he was allowed to lick her cunt until she comes on his face. His duty is to lick her ass, however… and he definitely wants McCree to lend him out again to her. So he’ll do exactly as he’s told.

little teaser for the janitor McCree / Hanzo fic from the joint comp I’ll be doing with my waifu:

“I’m sorry, Mr. Shimada-”

Hanzo takes a hold of his throat – not roughly but enough to get him to shut up immediately. When Hanzo rubs his thumb firmly along his strong, bearded jaw he tilts his head accordingly. A big, sweet puppy just for Hanzo who leans up and whispers his request into the janitor’s ear.

McCree groans low and hurt sounding but he nods along, his docile brown eyes tracking Hanzo as he slides to the ground, letting him put one of his paws on the top of his head, rough fingertips rubbing a strand between them to feel how soft it is.

“Yes, M… Ma’am,” he croaks finally. A bit cautious, but something in Hanzo’s face seems to finally give him some confidence back. Maybe it’s the dilation of his pupils or the way his mouth falls open, slack and inviting, but the weird half-caught expression on his face morphs into a slow, knowing smile.

Holy shit Hanzo and McCree playing “husband and friend rape the wife” is one of the hottest things I’ve ever heard holy fucking shit. Mccree just like “why don’t you be a good lil wife and show our guest some hospitality” and forces hanzo onto his knees hnnnnn. How do you feel about Hanzo’s cock being referred to as a clit, ass is pussy, etc?

“Why don’t you come in here, babydoll? I brought a guest.”

There’s a bit of a clatter from the small kitchenette around the corner, and then Hanzo walks in. There is a hitch in his step when all three men stare at each other, the tension thick and buzzing in the air before Hanzo lowers his gaze to the ground and comes to a proper halt, thick fingers slowly curling around the hem of his scandalously short skirt while his face flushes hot red within seconds.

He looks so mortified; like they hadn’t negotiated everything beforehand. Like he really had thought Jesse wouldn’t come back with Genji; let Hanzo’s brother see him with his hair up in a pretty bun and his eyes delicately painted to make them look even sharper than usual; wearing a dress that is way too small for him and has his pecs spill out of it obscenely.

“H-Hello,” he breathes towards the floor, awkwardly bringing one arm up to tug at the frilly hem of the maid’s uniform, trying to tug it further up over his meaty chest.

“Damn, McCree,” Genji says after another beat of silence, voice strangled sounding. “Where’d you buy that one? She’s too pretty for you.”

Hanzo chokes and glances up, wide-eyed and mouth hanging open a bit as he stares directly at his younger brother. McCree looks torn next to him, face glistening with sweat and a nervous tick in the corner of his mouth. He looks like he wants to preen just as much as he wants to walk towards Hanzo and assure him that everything is gonna be alright.

When Genji jams his elbow into his side, it seems to kickstart him, though.

“She’s pretty alright,” he drawls, and Hanzo suddenly murmurs: “I should have… I should change. This is not appropriate.”

He tugs at the uniform again, trying in vain to cover himself up; get his tits under control; but the more he tugs the little dress up, the more he uncovers of his thighs, and, finally, the tip of his cock. He’s not wearing any underwear.

“You don’t need to change for my sake, Missus McCree,” Genji leers, the brotherly teasing tone making Hanzo look like he’s about to die on the spot. He shifts his weight, unwittingly guiding their hungry gazes towards his prosthetics; special ones with high heels that pronounce the thick muscles of his thighs; trembling nervous. “I quite like the view…”

“I knew you would,” Jesse preens, and plops down on a chair, waving his fingers in Hanzo’s direction. “Bring us some beer, babydoll. Genji here’s been gone for a long while, he needs some… entertainment.”

.o.

They have Hanzo across the table within the hour. He is scrambling against the plastic and struggling half-heartedly as their fingers slip beneath his little dress and pinch his ass and tits.

Jesse is at his prosthetics at the second kick – he knows how to get them off with just a few twists. He has an unlit cigar clamped between his teeth, grin sharp and predatory as he works while Hanzo whispers: “N-No.. Please not…”

“Don’t play, babydoll. I know ya like to fuck my friends. Don’t be shy now.”

Hanzo’s eyes are wet, smearing his make-up minimally as he stares at Genji like a rabbit before a snake: mesmerized to the point of stopping his vague struggles as he watches his little brother fumble with his pants. He does not need them with his sleek body armor but it helps the illusion.

When Hanzo hears the hiss of depressurization, his mouth waters immediately. Trained like a dog.

“Never teach your wife how to dress properly, McCree,” Genji laughs, his hand rough as it grabs a fist full of Hanzo’s chest, squeezing, then changing his grip so he can pinch Hanzo’s soft nipple until he cries out and scrabbles, his hands landing squarely on his husband’s chest. Jesse has stepped between Hanzo’s thighs, his large hand holding his hips still.

“Couldn’t teach her if I wanted,” Jesse drawls, fingers rough as he squeezes Hanzo’s thighs, then grabs his skirt and flips it up with an air of negligence that has Hanzo’s nipples grow hard in excitement. “Only wants to learn about cocks, the little slut. Thinks I dunno about her letting them deliverymen in when I’m out working hard.”

Hanzo flushes and squirms, slanting his eyes to the side, unable to look at anybody until he feels the tap of something big and warm and sticky at his cheek: Genji’s cock slapping at him, his brother’s face grinning at him from above; upside down as he waits.

Hanzo shakes his head, pursing his lips, fingers curled in at Jesse’s shirt as he struggles; but without half of his legs it is so much more difficult for him and so much more easier for McCree and Genji to pin him down.

A hand around his cock, gripping harshly has him open up quick enough. Genji has no mercy for him; he fucks in deep and smooth, one hand curled across Hanzo’s throat, feeling how it swells when he forces his dick past any resistance and keeps it warm in the tight clench there, blocking off Hanzo’s air until his vision is swimming and his body spasming, instinctively trying to get out of it.

McCree holds him down, thumbs stroking his hipbones; and when Genji pulls back, Hanzo coughs and gags, lips wet with spit and tears dribbling down his temples and into his hair.

“No… please,” he whispers breathlessly, his cock so hard he gets dizzy. When he looks down, there is a sticky line connecting the tip of his cock to his bellybutton.

They ignore him, and Genji guides his head back to fuck down his throat again while Jesse slaps his big, warm cock against the trembling insides of Hanzo’s thighs. He’s helpless between them. They are not mean but they take what they want regardless of his pathetic begging, and Hanzo shamefully comes even before Jesse presses in.

“Your wife is a slut, McCree,” Genji comments breathlessly and happy.

“Don’t I fuckin’ know it,” Jesse murmurs. He leans forward and kisses Hanzo’s goatee while Hanzo is gurgling around Genji’s cock and jerking through his orgasm.

McHanzo+Shimadacest thoughts following; sorry can‘t put it under a cut because I‘ on mobile atm

But

Jesse and Hanzo enjoying a bit of light roleplay where Hanzo is basically his ‚lil wife‘ and really loves the feminization. Maybe Genji inadvertently walks in on some of it and Jesse wants to show his pretty gal off

age diff + mild feminization with rein/hanzo??

“AAhhh…” Reinhardt sighs like he does usually when finishing a long day with a good beer. He offers up his large hand for Hanzo to take – the other gentle slapping his lap. “Come right here, Prinzessin. I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

Hanzo smiles a little, placing his gloved hand in Reinhardt’s grasp. He lets himself get pulled forward, easily sitting down on the broad surface offered. “Have you, now?”

There’s a slightly breathy quality to Hanzo’s words; his pupils huge and dark. He’s just separated from Morrison with a hearty slap to the back, but he’s already switching over; getting soft and pliable as Reinhardt’s big hands rub down his shoulders and back.

“Oh, I definitely have. Been wanting to spend some time with you for a while now…” He buries his nose in Hanzo’s hair, breathing him in with a deep pull of air accompanied by another of those long, rattling sighs. “Aaahhh… you smell so good, my little treat. I could just sniff you all day.”

Hanzo’s face was already a faint shade of red, only darkening as Reinhardt follows his words up, nuzzling beneath his ear and then jaw, scratching his beard along his skin.

His hands are wandering; big and warm, lying first across his belly, then sliding farther up – easily cupping one of Hanzo’s pecs.

“Been thinking about these all day,” he mumbles against Hanzo’s throat. “Wanted to suckle on your pretty tits and couldn’t do it…”

Hanzo breathes more heavily, faintly squirming. He is clutching at Reinhardt’s shoulders when the big hand starts rucking up his training gear until it is bunched beneath his armpits.

“Gorgeous. Gott, I love your tits. They’re glorious…” he trails off, watching himself cup the swell; thumb dragging across the small nipple. Hanzo’s eyes are glassy, mouth open and wet; leaning against Reinhardt and letting him play with him as if he were a doll.

Reinhardt smirks. Leaning down, mouthing easily at one peaked nipple until Hanzo is vibrating in his lap, his fingers scrabbling at the back of his head, tugging on the hair.

“P-please… ah…”

“What do you want?” Reinhardt glances up at him, watching with his good eye as he pinches the other nipple between two fingers. When Hanzo doesn’t answer but just squirms some more, a slow smirk stretches his lips. “You want to show off how pretty your tits are, little girl? Want to show me how well I can fuck between them?”

Hanzo’s mouth drops open, face red, hips shimmying; hunching upwards.

“Y…Yes. Please.”

“What a good girl you are… Very will… Show me how pretty your tits are.”

Humiliation and feminzation, mccree? Hanzo dolling mccree up all nice and pretty, then dicking down his sloppy ‘cunt’

For someone as large and hirsute as McCree, he enjoyed getting dressed up… a lot. Hanzo watched him impassively as he turned around in front of him, wearing an airy dress, the short skirt swishing around thick, hairy thighs. The straps looked even smaller across his broad shoulders.

“Lift your skirt,” Hanzo grunts, leaning back, ankle across his knee. He watches as Jesse flushes a dull red, becoming shy as he lets his large hands travel down, curling them around the hem of his skirt. He squirms for just a second before Hanzo’s unimpressed stare makes him comply, lifting the thin fabric up to his hips.

Hanzo clicks his tongue, the corners of his mouth pulling down.

“What’s that?” he murmurs, staring at McCree’s cock, naked and fat, hanging soft between his thighs. His balls are ruddy red and soft looking. Vulnerable as his face as he licks his lips, cheeks the color of bricks. “Good girls don’t walk around without panties,” Hanzo finally decrees.

“I thought you were a good girl.” His dark eyes flick up just for a second, gauging McCree’s reaction. His eyes become a bit misty, but his cock is filling out slightly; chubby and delicious looking. “Turns out you’re nothing but a slut, are you?”

Hanzo leans forward, sliding two fingers beneath the tip of McCree’s cock; lifting it away from his balls. It is girthy, the weight making his mouth water. He tugs at the silky slip of foreskin, and looks up sharply when Jesse just about tamps down on a whimper.

“Really?” he sneers, “Doesn’t take much to get you excited, does it? Just someone to touch your clit and you’re ready to go.”

Jesse’s cheeks darken, eyes slanting to the side. His toes curl into the rug, knuckles going white with the tight grip he has on the skirt. A huge bear of a man chastised to speechlessness by just a few carefully placed words.

Hanzo scoffs; a soft sound of disgust as he lets go of Jesse’s cock; watching it bob and fill out steadily beneath his gaze. He slaps two fingers against the hidden glans, just to hear Jesse choke on spit, and to watch it bounce anew.

“Well then. Cheap little whores get exactly what they deserve, wouldn’t you agree?”

Jesse looks teary but excited, biting his lip, chin wobbling faintly beneath his scruffy beard. He nods and Hanzo leans back once more, enjoying the view presented; Jesse’s biceps tensing deliciously, as he makes himself keep still for Hanzo’s viewing pleasure – he hadn’t gotten the command to let go of his skirt, after all.

“Turn around and bend forward. I want to see your cunt.”

Jesse starts shuffling around, cock fat and bobbing, so very excited by the proceedings. Hanzo smirks.

feminization? genji. lil cyborg ninja in cute lacy lingerie and his top (jesse? reyes?) telling him how soft and wet his pussy is,,,, /sweating

“Easy, kid. Calm down.” Gabriel takes his hand from between Genji’s legs, bearing the cyborg’s weight as Genji’s heels dig into the bedding and he arches his spine impossibly.

He is hot to the touch; almost scalding where his metal parts press into Gabriel’s skin. He sobs, knees falling apart, tilting up his pelvis: offering his cunt for more; hoping Gabriel would put his big, rough hand back, cup the sticky mess between his thighs, let him come…

Genji’s voice is frayed with static, vents softly hissing as he tries to cool down.

Gabriel watches quietly, staring down the cyborg’s torso; pretty creamy-green panties so very much at odds with his artificially put-together limbs. He can just about see the dark, damp patch across his pubic mound.

“Such a sensitive little cunt you got, hm?”

Genji turns his head away, pressing his face against Gabriel’s shoulder. He doesn’t want to hear about how messy his body is, bus when one of Gabriel’s broad, blunt fingertips carefully tickles along the gash he can feel beneath the soaked fabric, Genji convulses again, lifting up into the touch immediately.

“Nobody has played with your pretty peach… what a waste.” Gabriel presses slow, self-indulgent kisses against Genji’s temple, using two fingers now to rub slowly along the swell of silicone lips.

His panties are clinging like wet silk, making it so very easy to spread his labia beneath them; let Gabriel find the swollen nub of his clit easily without having to get the pretty panties off just yet.

“Look how sensitive you are for me. Little girly-girl loves getting her cunt played with, hmm?” It is a little cruel, maybe. Genji hiccups in a mix of frustration and heartbreak, his knees shaking as he fights against his body’s need to sluttishly present.

“Hush, now. Hush. You’re doing so well. You want to come? Wanna show me how pretty you are when I rub you to orgasm?” Genji makes a low sound, voice glitching mildly, fingernails digging into the thick arm Gabriel has curled across his chest.

He slips the panties to the side, fingers sliding in the artificial slick, feeling how hot and silky Genji’s cunt feels.

He can only imagine how good it would be around his cock; stretched tight around the girth; Genji vibrating out of his skin. Next time, maybe. For now, he wants to see whether he can make the cyborg squirt.

Know who I’d like to talk filth about? Isaac and Boyd.. maybe Boyd likes to dress Isaac up – not in pastels, but in dark colors, reds and purples, tight little lace panties that hide absolutely nothing. maybe he puts him in a high cut, low neck dress out dancing or to dinner that way..

someone really loves Isaac and I’m totes on board with that :O

ffffuuuuck can you even imagine Boyd in a sharp, black suit with Isaac dolled up on his arm. Omg I bet he’d look so dangerous and good, people would just have these huge fear boners.

I need Isaac to be so shy the whole evening. But nobody calls him out on being basically a dude in drag. And Boyd will corner him in the alley next to the restaurant after they’re filled with good food and tipsy and sweaty from dancing. Will shove his big hand beneath Isaac’s skirt and drag fingertips across his little cock where the smooth, plump head is peeking above the waistband of his panties.

“They thought you were the prettiest lady in there,” he purrs, other hand going to Isaac’s chest, “Just thought your tits were a little flat. But I love your small tits, baby. C’mon show ‘em to me…”

And he half-peels Isaac out of his dress right there in the alleyway. Watches how the deep purple fabric is hugging his body; making his nipples look obscenely pale just before he sucks them into his mouth.

Thumb rubbing slow, excruciating circles around the head of Isaac’s cocklett until Isaac is clawing at his sharp suit and basically trying to climb him because he has no idea what to do. He’s gonna explode if he’s not allowed to make any noise soon. And he can’t because they’re in a fucking alley with people walking past just a couple meters away from them.

He needs to come and he needs to scream Boyd’s name while doing it. He needs Boyd’s teeth biting his little tits and his big hand fondling his smooth, downy balls to orgasm.

“Home, home, home, please,” Isaac whimpers, helplessly scratching at the back of Boyd’s head and fisting the other hand in his suit jacket.

“We’ll go home. Right after… this.” And Boyd presses down on his cock just beneath the head; mean and sharp and startling an orgasm out of Isaac who can only stare at him with a mouth dropped open in a silly expression, eyes bugging out as he ruts out thin strings of cum; smearing his dress from the inside.

Boyd’ll smooth his skirt down and push the straps of back up and make sure Isaac is fully clothed again because Isaac is too come-dumb to notice anything, really.

Too out of it from that sharp, wonderful orgasm, to even realize how Boyd parades him through half the town with a wet stain on the front of his dark dress.