6th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 8th Fill

Genji/Hanzo – ANEKI!HANZO; just the tip; incest; drunk sex – Genji got himself and Hanzo drunk. He’s a horny drunk boi and Hanzo is… Hanzo. Always ready but never wanting to admit it.

THIS CONTAINS ANEKI HANZO! THEREFORE FEMALE HANZO! be aware and don’t read if that triggers you

“You’re the prettiest girl around, Hanzo.” Genji is leaning heavily on Hanzo’s shoulder, pressing another cup of sake against her lips. She growls and struggles to dig her elbow into his side to shrug him off, but she is just as sluggish as he and the moment her lips open, he tilts the shallow cup and makes her drink the sharp alcohol.

“Get off me, Genji.”

“But you smell so good… mmhhh.” He presses his nose against her neck, fingers pawing at her kimono until he starts dragging it off her shoulder. Hanzo squirms, pushing him away with one arm and wiping her mouth with the sleeve of the other. She squints at the smear of lipstick she leaves behind, annoyed at the fact that Genji has ruined her make-up again.

“Go away. You’re drunk.”

“And horny. C’mon, Hanzo…” While usually his bulk is no issue for her, the heat and lethargy of the alcohol make it difficult to push him away when he’s got his mind set on something. “Just a bit… Nobody’ll have to know.”

His wet, sloppy mouth already starts sucking every bit of skin he can get it on; her ear and neck and the point of her jaw, until her nipples are hard and needy and warm arousal starts to bloom in her belly almost against her will.

“You’ll just get me dirty again,” she growls, trying to coordinate pushing him away as he straddles one of her thighs and leisurely fucks against it. His own kimono has slipped open, revealing how he’s not wearing anything underneath. Lewd.

His cock is sleek and silky and big, and Hanzo has to bite her tongue to remind herself not to touch it.

“N-No… I won’t. I’ll just put in the tip, and then I’ll jerk off on the ground. I promise, aneki…” His big, blunt fingers are at her panties, gently drawing circles over her mound, then pressing where he wants to put his cock; fucking her with the very tips of his fingers as well as possible while she still got her panties on.

Her clit feels swollen and almost painful, pulsing and looking for some friction as she cants her hips up into her brother’s cheeky touch, her fingers digging into his hair, letting him feel the sharp tips of her nails until he starts whining like he did when they were both much younger.

“Anekiii…”

“You never keep your promises,” she accuses, but it is difficult to concentrate with Genji trying to finger fuck her through her panties, and his big, silky cock sliding along her thigh and leaving smears of pre-cum. Already getting her dirty.

“I will this time. I promise,” he whines. His head is already between her tits, nuzzling, trying sloppily to get them out of the small bra she is wearing. The alcohol lets her sink into a fog for a while, thoughts muddled, just letting herself feel Genji’s ministrations. She almost wants to give him the go-ahead until she remembers: “You don’t have a condom.”

Genji sloppily mouths at her left tit, trying to get his mouth around the fat nipple there.

“I’ll not come in you… Just the tip, Aneki… please.”

“No.” She frantically pets his head. His mouth is hot and tight around her nipple, nursing with a tight seal that makes tears spring to her eyes and might skewer her perception.

“In my… In my ass,” she whispers, squirming to turn around beneath him while Genji blinks dumb and drunk at her.

“Huh?”

“Put it in my ass instead.”

“Oh God,” he whispers when he understands. He sounds choked; like he’s on the verge of having a heart attack. Then he’s on her, his heavy bulk pressing her down unforgiving, his hand clumsy as he tries to push her panties to the side and line up at the same time.

There’s no preparation, and she is tight; the whole thing burns and aches, but Hanzo is hot for it like for nothing else in a long time, her thighs quivering and clit thrumming as she feels like she’s coming without being touched, all the while Genji stupidly pants into her ear, hot breath fanning across her cheek: “Just the tip. Just the tip. Fuck, Hanzo, you’re the prettiest girl. Fuck. Prettiest sister. So good to her little brother… Best cunt… fuck…”

His voice is already strained. He sounds like he’s going to shoot his load after just a couple minutes of rabbit humping her, trying not to fuck into her swollen, raw asshole too deep; and Hanzo, in the alcoholic fog surrounding her mind, while sucking at the ball of her thumb, almost wishes he’d unload on her cunt, at least.

2nd Ko-Fi Fic Prompt :)

heed the tags. continuation of this, this and this

@mujaween asked for a time skip to pregnant Hanzo and Genji staking his claim after woofCree has been continually bad behaved.

Genji loves to see his puppy happy. Before Jesse, Hanzo had been very reserved, saving up all emotional outbursts for the times Genji coaxed him into his bed and fucked him deep.

Now, it is a lot easier for Hanzo to show his love. The beginning had been admittedly rocky, but Genji supposes Jesse is too lovable to be mean to for an extended period of time. Or maybe Hanzo just loves his cock that much – which… is not too hard to believe.

And really, it is not exactly Hanzo’s behavior that has led to the current situation, and more how insufferably smug Jesse had become as a result of it.

It feels like the mutt is angling for Genji to see how affectionate Hanzo is towards him; like he makes sure they’re always in the same room as their owner so Genji can witness how Hanzo rolls on his back and shows off his by now huge belly, his sleek, pretty cock flushed a deep, urgent pink and smearing pre-cum against the underside of the swollen tummy.

His pup – his perfect puppy with its perfect pedigree – is simply too pretty not to look at, and sooner or later Jesse will catch his eyes while servicing his pregnant bitch; either while suckling with lewd slurping sounds at the swollen tits, getting sweet, watery milk everywhere until an attendant has to clean his now well-groomed beard, or while fucking Hanzo slow and careful, spearing him so very easily now on his big, ruddy doggy cock.

Jesse is cocky, an absolute Alpha despite his docile disposition, and quite frankly it bugs Genji.

Enough so, that they are at this point: Jesse collared and tethered to the wall of the little garden inside Genji’s villa, watching with an upset expression as Genji slowly feels over his highly pregnant bitch.

Hanzo’s tail is wagging carefully, his ears lowered not aggressively but cautiosly as he stands still and lets his owner feel along the swell of his belly until a few of the pups kick enough for him to feel against his palm.

“You’re a good bitch,” Genji murmurs against his ear, the soft fur tickling as it flicks against his cheek.

Hanzo’s usual attire consisting of see-through veils and dainty jewelry has been adjusted to his new dimensions, and while the dainty chains draped across his belly and along his back certainly are eye-catching, Genji can’t wait to when he can pierce his tits anew.

His nipples are big and swollen, standing readily at attention when Genji cups his plush chest, and Hanzo squirms immediately,tongue peeking out against his bottom lip already as he pants.

His cunt, too, is ready for Genji’s questing fingers, the usually tight rim swollen and opening laughably easy as he slowly rounds the muscle, courtesy of Jesse’s relentless horniness for his bitch.

The mutt is unhappy with the situation, especially when he can smell Hanzo’s mounting need, and the rattling of the chain holding him bound is like music to Genji’s ears.

“He’s mine, you know,” he tells Jesse, though he is unsure how much the street dog even understands human speech. Hanzo is quite proficient, though it has been a long time since Genji has heard him speak last – as if his ability is atrophying the longer he spends time with his stud.

After all, there is not much need to talk when he is getting dicked – or, indeed, has his mouth full with Jesse’s cock, a trick he’s learned just a couple weeks earlier.

“Big brother,” Genji murmurs, face nuzzling into the soft, thick fur of his bitch. He’s missed him, quite frankly. It has been a long few months holding himself back in favor of ensuring Hanzo taking the mutt’s seed quick and uncomplicated; watching the smug bastard mounting the finely pedigreed pup that’s so far out of his league.

Maybe he should have given in to his urges earlier.

Hanzo is mewling for him, simpering and lifting his tail to the side helpfully; seemingly just as eager as his master – sweet and ready for the dicking as he begs for cock… and though Genji quite likes the thought of Hanzo having missed his master’s dick, he is under no illusion that it is him specifically that his bitch is thirsting for.

It is like having given Jesse the opportunity to mount and breed Hanzo, Genji has opened up a floodgate in his prissy puppy, showing him just how nice different cocks could be, and where just a few months ago Hanzo wouldn’t have given anybody else the time of day, Genji is almost sure that now he would present to just about anybody…

Though there is a certain kind of loving quality to how Hanzo preens for him, trying to twist around and begging for little kisses as he waits eagerly for Genji to mount up – all the while Jesse is restless, tugging at his bounds and staring holes into Genji as he makes as if to mount up before changing his mind and carefully directing his pup to lie on his side.

It is easier like this to get at everything his gorgeous puppy has to offer, Hanzo panting and wagging his tail harder as Genji helps him lift his upper leg and put it across his owner’s shoulder as Genji straddles the other thigh.

It is almost pathetically easy to push into Hanzo at this point, and while Genji thinks it might have something to do with the fact that Hanzo is due to birth his pups in roughly two weeks, his body already preparing for the coming stretch, he also knows that it is in large part attributed to Jesse’s greedy fucking and his patience in training his bitch for his cock.

Genji can’t say that he hates it. Hanzo is already flush, sensitive and needy just from his owner gently pushing in and enjoying the soft, suckling insides immediately closing around his cock and cushioning him lovingly.

“Big brother,” Genji murmurs, leaning forward and forcing Hanzo’s leg with him until the pup’s huge belly is in the way. Like this, he can just about reach Hanzo’s tits, tongue stretching to lap at the swollen nipples while his hips stutter, trying to find a pleasing rhythm when all he wants is to fuck Hanzo rough and deep and make him howl.

“G…”

He glances up at the sound. Hanzo is flushed, eyes glassy as he watches Jesse sit, his big ruddy dog cock swollen and obscene between his hairy thighs, his big shaggy tail wagging almost reluctantly as he watches his bitch get mounted by another.

“Genji,” Hanzo sighs, pawing inexpertly at his owner’s shoulders until he can get a grip on him, holding on hard as he gets gently fucked, the sound of it loud and obscene in the relative quiet of the little garden.

Genji can smell the sweet scent of Hanzo’s milk, tasting a faint tang whenever he swipes his tongue across the puffy teat until he just has to taste.

He lets Hanzo’s thigh – rounder and softer with pregnancy than it had ever been – slide into the crook of his arm, giving himself more room to stretch up farther, his slim belly pressed snug against Hanzo’s large, warm tummy. He almost feels like he can feel the pups wriggling against him as he seals his mouth around the fat nipple and starts to nurse.

Hanzo whimpers above him, his insides rippling along his owner’s cock, his tail thumping against the soft, springy grass he has laid him out on. Whenever Genji swallows it is accompanied with wet little sounds, his cock flexing and hips humping helplessly as he finally, finally has his puppy once again where he needs him. He shouldn’t have waited as long as he has in the first place.

Distantly, he can hear Jesse whine pitifully, sitting and watching with a heartbroken expression as his bitch gets fucked, though his cock is still dripping and bouncing occasionally as it flexes eagerly.

Genji grunts when he finally comes, grinding in deep, forehead pressed against Hanzo’s chest and lips messy with watery milk. It takes him until he finally sits up, watching his sated pup lie there spent and satisfied, that he realizes Hanzo had also come sometime through his mounting, the underside of his belly sticky with cum.

Genji smirks, stroking a gentle hand across the enormous, taut belly, then gets up on wobbly legs.

What happens then feels surreal; like it is happening in a dream. He only realizes actively what he is doing when he’s already in the middle of it, eyes trained on Jesse’s flushed face, seeing the slow, almost reluctant wag of his tail as he stands above his bitch and pisses on him.

Hanzo freezes, ears flattening against his head, looking for the first time forever indignant and shocked as Genji’s hot piss first hits his chest, cleaning away the last sticky remnants of milk, then directing the stream across his large belly.

Genji feels almost ashamed for how hot the action makes him; the lord putting himself on a level with the beasts, but seeing Jesse’s face as he ends with pissing on Hanzo’s softened, pink cock, he thinks it is well worth it.

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Hanzo slips inside Genji’s room like a shadow. Still, the door could not slide shut behind him fast enough for his taste, fingers already hovering impatiently above the keypad to the side, waiting to lock it down from the outside world.

“You look like a criminal, Hanzo. People could think you have something… illicit in mind.”

Genji’s voice was teasing and full of laughter. He could see the tension pulling Hanzo’s shoulders up defensively towards his ears.

“It is not… – you have no sense of propriety.”

“Says the one thirsting for his brother’s body,” Genji replies almost gently, slowly standing up from the edge of the bed. “You could have just knocked. It is not like one brother visiting the other would raise questions.”

“We should not be doing this in the first place, Genji. We should be – what are you wearing?”

Hanzo had finally turned around, dark eyes widening imperceptibly in surprise at the colorful kimono Genji was wearing. The cyborg tilted his head in towards him, spreading his arms from their demure fold in front of him and twirling once obligingly.

“I thought I would make myself pretty for you, brother,” he murmurs, a certain kind of breathlessness already stealing into his filtered voice. He dips his head down, the gesture demure enough even with his visor still on to give Hanzo the feeling of getting glimpsed at from beneath lowered eyelashes. “I missed you. It’s been a… long time.”

He affects calmness beneath his brother’s calculating gaze, yet still, Hanzo can see the small motions of his fingers fiddling with the edge of one long sleeve. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen Genji nervous when about to have a tryst.

He is at him in three long strides, one large hand placed in the back of his little brother’s neck, gripping tight and feeling the minimal give of the plating beneath his fingers. The armor felt nice; smooth and surprisingly warm to the touch. Genji is carefully still for a few seconds longer, then reaches up and unlocks his faceplate with a soft hissing of the mechanics.

“I missed you as well, little brother,” Hanzo tells him with a low, sincere voice when they are able to look each other in the eyes. His brows are drawn together in a fierce scowl, the corners of his mouth downturned in a perpetual frown. Hanzo always looks angry – even when divulging his affection, whispering it like it was a shameful secret.

Genji swallows slowly almost laboriously, the click of it loud in the room – drawing Hanzo’s sharp gaze down to his throat.

“It’s been such a long time,” he murmurs, stepping a little closer still until their noses are almost brushing. He reaches for the back of Genji’s head, jerking for a second when he can’t feel the shock of silky, short hair he’s had once upon a time, but covers for it by slowly wrapping the scarf around his fist. “Your body had been… different, the last time.”

Genji’s pupils blow wide, the rigidness melting from his back all of a sudden, and the corners of his eyes crinkling in a little smirk.

“Oh my… your pillow talk still leaves a lot to be desired, though,” he teases, hands lifting to put them with splayed fingers across Hanzo’s chest, one cheekily slipping beneath the cover of his clothes to get at naked skin. “Were you wooing the ladies like this? ‘You’d been prettier a few years ago. Put on a little weight, did you?’”

Hanzo’s face finally softens at that, a vague expression of shame crawling through the twitch in his eyes. He clears his throat, obviously looking for something to say – and getting beat to it by Genji, who pushes him back playfully and takes a seat unabashedly astride his brother’s lap when he comes to sit on the edge of the bed Genji had left earlier.

“You’re hopeless. Just stop talking. I…” He falters, then, bright eyes sliding to the side, teeth gnawing at the synthetic bottom lip. “My body has changed more than you think, Hanzo,” he finally says, voice low and careful, hands slowly sliding up and down his brother’s naked arms after shoving his clothes out of the way; more to calm himself than his brother.

Finally, his eyes slide back towards Hanzo’s face, slyly gazing at him out of the corners. “I could show you… if you want?”

Hanzo’s nostrils flare, strong hands gripping down tighter on his brother’s splayed thighs.

“I would very much like that.”

.o.

There was a hot, splotchy blush on Hanzo’s cheeks and Genji hid his grin behind the back of his hand lest he offend him with his giggling.

He didn’t need to ask his opinion – it was more than clear in the predatory widening of his eyes, the sharp line of his shoulders.

Still, he asked, knees falling apart a little farther, heels digging into the bedding to subtly tilt his hips upward – offering his pretty cunt to his brother’s gaze: “You like it?”

Hanzo was kneeling on the bed, fingers tightening into fists atop his thighs as he stared and obviously held back from touching. His gaze hadn’t left the curious space between his little brother’s thighs since he had reclined and pulled his colorful garments apart, exposing the smooth mound of his crotch.

He’d been almost eerily quiet; sitting and staring as Genji’s fingers had slipped between his thighs, manipulating the thick protective fabric covering him until it had slid up and retreated into his armor.

“It’s very sensitive,” Genji purrs finally when it becomes obvious that Hanzo will not be able to get a word out, fingers tickling across the dark grey mesh making out the lips of his cunt. He breathes a little harder, excitement making his blood boil already. He is nervous and giddy, and he wants Hanzo to say something. To tell him how pretty he thought his little brother’s pussy was. He wanted his brother to like it.

Genji bit his lip, fingers spreading the plump lips, feeling how silky the material felt, the mesh so small it seemed smooth.

Hanzo finally did make a noise at that – a choked kind of groan as his shoulders curled forward. He managed to hunch while kneeling, mouth pinched, eyes fixed where Genji held himself open for his perusal.

Genji was no longer hiding his grin with his hand – he was just pressing it against his mouth now, feeling too hot and wondering why his fans hadn’t kicked on yet.

He thought of years and years back; when they first had started playing with each other in the way their parents had not been anticipating; exploring each other’s bodies; showing the other what felt good.

They had been in much the same position back then; his big brother kneeling between his legs and watching with that same fierce scowl and ruddy red cheeks as Genji had fingered himself with slippery digits, his young cock curving up against his belly sleek and hard, teen body trembling in excitement…

“You’re staring,” Genji murmurs indistinct from behind his hand, yet spreading his fingers wider still, making that sweet little hole stretch under Hanzo’s focused stare.

“You are…” he finally says – chokes – fingers curled tightly into the loose fabric of his wide pants, “your… it’s… glowing.”

Genji feels heat slosh through him like a wave, cheeks pounding with the sudden rush of blood. He almost felt ashamed; belly flipping in on itself, breath stuttering in his lungs.

“Yeah it is,” he rasps, fingers slipping low and dipping in; pulling a little more of his slick out, candy green on his fingertips, glowing like the running lights scattered on his body. “It’s not poisonous,” he says when Hanzo remains silent, staring at the sticky mess stretching wet and glowing between the tips of two fingers.

“It’s also not… the only glowing thing.” He tilts his head, finally taking his hand from his mouth, watching Hanzo’s face carefully as he opens himself up once more for his gaze, gently petting fingertip showing him the shy nub of his clit, just starting to peek out at the top of the folds.

He can’t help the soft whine in the back of his throat – the twitching thrust of his hips up against his own finger, face feeling so hot the longer his brother stares and inspects… he feels almost painfully sensitive, a small pinch to the plump lips already having him gush more slick, bright and obvious against the dark grey backdrop of his armor.

“You’re so sensitive,” Hanzo finally says, deep voice even lower than usual, hands coming up to put on Genji’s knees and rub along the insides of his thighs. He can’t feel him without the stimulation of the sensors tucked just beneath the thickly armored parts, but he tilts into it even so, thumb pressing against the glowing nub of his clit.

“Why don’t you… why don’t you taste, brother?” he whispers, squirming, hips tilting up restlessly into his own mindless fondling. “I made myself pretty for you. You can…” his voice slides lower, coming out throaty and hot. “You can pretend I’m your little sister, nii-chan. You always liked that, didn’t you? Told me what a sweet little cunt I have and how you want to…”

He stops with a strangled groan, back arching palm slamming against the wall behind him and leaving a small indent as his brother suddenly surges forward, mouth open and wet and greedy for his little brother’s slick cunt.

.o.

Hanzo’s beard is messy with his slick, and Genji is fascinated by the sight whenever he pulls back to take a breath, tongue lapping the fluid from his lips. His nose, whenever he pushes back in with vigor, nudges against his clit while his tongue delves in deep, rubbing against the sleek, artificial entrance before encountering spongy, fleshy insides.

He seems fascinated with it; the tip slowly, carefully mapping where cool, metallic mesh leads into softness, his eyes heavy lidded and a little out of focus.

Genji would have made a comment about it – his brother’s far-away, dreamy expression when he got to explore a cunt – but could bring himself to form the actual words. He was too preoccupied with moving in gentle, careful curls of his hips, trying not to break Hanzo’s jaw while heat crawled through his abdomen and settled tingling in the tips of his feet.

He hadn’t even known he could feel something like that. He hadn’t known it could be this way.

An accidental press of sharp teeth against the synthetic mound of his clit has him keen and jerk, hand slapping in front of his mouth, eyes wide as he stares at the ceiling.

“You always liked a little pain,” Hanzo comments idly, fingers sliding into the mess he made, testing the small, easily accommodating entrance and slipping inside. He sounds smug; maybe even haughty. Genji wants to smack him but only curls his fingers around his brother’s ponytail and holds on as he starts to fuck down, spearing himself on the thick digits.

Hanzo shakes his head once with an annoyed growl, but doesn’t seem too concerned with dislodging him. Instead, he places his mouth around Genji’s clit and sucks with a lewd, slick sound that reverberates in Genji’s head, heart beating so hard and fast, it is almost painful.

“I love your pussy, Genji,” he suddenly admits, tongue snaking out to cradle the fat nub, then flick against it so hard, Genji’s knees jerk up instinctively; trying to shield before the sensation gets registered as good. Very good. Yes.

“Such a pretty, little peach you have. I could eat it for hours. So sweet and pretty… I feel like it’s been made just for me.”

Genji stares down, watches his brother’s dark head, the way he placed his cheek against the inside of his thigh, seemingly whispering the sweet nothings directly to his cunt, fingers moving in slow, self-indulgent thrusts, rubbing against synthetic walls and organic ones alike.

Hanzo’s face looked… serene. Genji jerked again.

“M-Maybe it has been?” he whispers, slowly letting go of Hanzo’s hair in favor of stroking over his head in little, feverish passes. “I haven’t played with other men…”

Hanzo groans and tilts forward, pressing small, suckling kisses against the plump lips, suckling the dark grey mesh between his teeth until Genji’s breath hitches and he reaches for his own clit, tapping against the little nub.

“Only played with toys, have you? Didn’t want other men to have what belongs to your brother?” He leans up finally, glowing slick caught in the whiskers of his beard, the sharp point of his chin. His hand swivels, palm cupping his brother’s cunt, fingers stilling deep within him – simply holding on; protective and possessive.

Genji’s mouth falls open, head tilting back in silent submission as he nods slowly – suddenly shy in the face of his brother’s ardor; Hanzo’s eyes practically burning as he crowds above him, a dark silhouette against Genji’s decadent sprawl and the bright colours of his kimono.

“Let me fuck you, little brother,” Hanzo whispers heatedly, mouth hovering above Genji’s, wet, warm breath fanning against scarred cheeks. “I need to feel you on my cock. Such a sweet little peach only for me. Stretch you out so you’re molded perfectly for your brother. Would you like that? Ruined for other men by your own flesh and blood? You’d come to me begging, asking to be plugged up; little nuisance just like all those years ago when you broke one of your favorite toys.”

Genji his breathing in sharp little pants, already nodding along feverishly, belly burning with need as he feels his cunt pulsing, throbbing against his brother’s unrelenting, almost painful grip.

“Nii-chan…” he whispers and Hanzo grins wolfishly, tongue snaking out and licking a broad, messy stripe across Genji’s open, lax mouth.

“Sh sh sh. I’ve got you. Just stay still… show me that gorgeous little snatch. Yes… yes, little brother. Show me where you want my cock.”

Genji has spread his knees once more from their earlier cautious clench, hips tilting up, fingers spreading his cunt for his brother’s perusal after Hanzo had pulled away, working – almost fumbling – at his sash.

It is like earlier, Genji offering and Hanzo taking in, his words still hanging in the air thick and almost ominous.

“Hanzo… Please,” he whispers, voice rough, insides clenching until he feels a new dribble of slick trickle out of him, body working in smooth, eager whirrs as it produces the substance.

“Always been so impatient for cock, little brother,” Hanzo purrs, big fist slowly stroking across the shaft.

“I’m going to bite you,” Genji hisses back, teeth bared even as his knees tilt farther apart, hips shimmying up in a desperate, wordless plea.

Hanzo simply laughs at him and shuffles closer.

.o.

Genji has curled his hands around the metal of the headboard because he doesn’t trust his own strength any longer.

Hanzo is spreading him open, smooth and perfect, and he can’t get enough of the feeling. He feels like he would claw his arms open in an effort to get him closer, deeper, farther.

Hanzo has stopped laughing at him and is simply quiet; mouth soft and open as his hips rock in little, aborted motions that drive Genji wild, the flared head of Hanzo’s cock rubbing against all the right places.

“So perfect… so perfect,” he is chanting low, breathless, eyebrows pulling together in what almost looks like annoyance when Genji clenches down on him involuntarily, pussy clinging to his cock wet and silky, reluctant to let him go.

Genji wonders how it had to look; Hanzo’s stout cock smeared with his glowing green slick; the neat patch of greying pubes which he kept meticulously out of sheer vanity matted with it as much as his beard – Genji’s cunt smeared all over his body, leaving its mark.

He liked the thought. He wanted to mark his brother up like a dog; drag his cunt across his belly and rub off on him until he was gushing; marking him as his. After all, they had always belonged to each other.

“I will fill you up, Genji,” Hanzo whispers suddenly, a hot, intimate rush of air right next to the shell of his ear, Hanzo’s hips swivelling and snapping a little sharper as if to make his point clear. “Get you hot with my cum and think about a pretty little womb nestled in here right for me.” His hand places itself splayed on his brother’s abdomen, and Genji can feel the heat of it seeping through the armor, hidden little sensors easily picking up on it. His breath hitches, then stills – lungs seizing as he claws at the bedframe and listens to his brothers words, hearing every syllable even as he dips his voice nearly beneath a whisper. “It’s gonna be here just for me to fill; I’ll get it nice and warm for you, little brother. Fill you up right where you need it.”

The muscular body shivers above him, hips taking up their pace, drilling into Genji and nudging deep, dragging along his spread, clinging walls and making him jerk whenever he pushes in especially deep, blunt tip digging in near painful against sensitive equipment.

“You’d love it. Having your brother fill up your slutty womb. I know you, Genji. You’re a little freak, you’d love it.”

Genji laughs breathless and high – a little insane, if he were to be honest, hips tilting up, trying to give back just as good as he got, blood rushing and pounding in his ears; trying to give just as much love back to his big brother.

“I’d love it, yeah, yeah, yeah,” he whispered back, little sounds of assent pushed out of him with Hanzo’s frantic fucking, everything in his body starting to pull deliciously tight with an orgasm hovering around the edges. “Fuck me, Hanzo. Fill me up, please? Get me nice and round with your cum, nii-chan. Get your little brother full with it.”

Hanzo bites the lobe of his ear sharply, the pain surging through Genji’s body and getting misinterpreted as another bout of lust.

He just hoped the walls would withstand his caterwauling when he would finally come on his brother’s cock after so many years of feverish dreams of having him back.