Hanzo is purring like an engine, low and steady as he crawls all over the huge Alpha he had found on his vacation in Europe. The little village he and Genji had stepped into on random was full of rain and grey clouds but he quite liked the quiet, sleepy atmosphere.
There is nothing quiet about the soldier’s stationed here, however. They are… huge and Hanzo wants them on a deep, visceral level that makes him almost dizzy.
Naturally, he has them as soon as he can get Genji interested in one of their lady soldiers, his brother’s eyes lighting up like a child in a candy store as he sees the female soldier, just as huge and hulking as the other Alphas in her special division.
The Alpha he is scenting all over, rubbing his sleek body against without a shred of embarrassment, is barely daring to touch him. Hands of the size of frying pans are fluttering across his shoulders, arms, the small of his back, rubbing rough fingertips across his skin fleetingly before pulling back again quickly.
The agonized creaking of the floorboards to his right makes him turn his head, watching as another of the huge soldier’s comes closer. He is a gorgeous specimen; more streamlined handsome than the one Hanzo is marking up at his possession, but just as much Alpha as the one Hanzo is sitting on. Balderich he had said, but Hanzo couldn’t quite get the soft, throaty sound at the end right. The other one’s name was just as much a mouth full and he had immediately decided he wouldn’t even try.
They are toys, after all. He’ll have to leave them behind when he and Genji decide they’re bored and want to keep travelling.
“See something you like, Alpha?” Hanzo purrs, knees angling outtward, spreading his thighs for the large man to see the wetness between them.
“Oh yes… yes, I do,” the blond Alpha enthuses, eyes so very blue and sweet that Hanzo wonders how old he is. The thought of this huge Alpha being younger than him has a thrill running down his spine, the small of his back curving into an inviting little cup as he angles his ass up, following the electricity along his nerve endings.
Showing himself off.
He is still purring invitingly; an Omega courting all the Alphas in the vicinity with low, throaty sounds. Amorous.
Balderich is touching him again; a little more sure this time. His English isn’t as good as the younger Alpha’s but Hanzo quite likes to listen to him murmur; likes the way the words sound as he whispers them to him with a reverence that lets him know he is being pampered and cherished.
“So ein zartes Geschöpf… Hübscher Omega…” And while he is crooning at him, curling one finger that’s as fat as a sausage underneath Hanzo’s chin to scratch at the well groomed beginnings of a beard, the others slip between his cheeks gentle but sure, pressing a broad fingertip against Hanzo’s slick, swollen opening.
Hanzo mewls, stretching into the touch, face slack and satisfied at the beginnings of the insane stretch that was promised. Another creak distracts him, makes him look toward the Alpha that’s been creeping closer, mouth a little open, cheeks flushed – but holding his distance around an invisible barrier.
“Don’t you like me, Alpha?” Hanzo whines, bracing himself on Balderich’s wide chest and pushing himself up, chest squished invitingly between his biceps. “Don’t you want to touch me?”
“God, I do…” the pretty Alpha groans and steps closer, breaching whatever unspoken line they had drawn, and immediately Balderich shifts beneath Hanzo, his growl deep and ferocious and all encompassing. It vibrates through the Omega’s fingertips and up his arms, almost making his teeth chatter together as the formerly docile old Alpha bares his teeth at the other, finger pushing into the creamy soft insides of the Omega with a rude force that makes Hanzo’s breath stutter and his purr peter out for a moment as his toes curl and his insides alight with pleasure.
The younger Alpha grows pale, taking a quick step back. He looks chastised even though he still stares at Hanzo with blatant hunger.
Hanzo feels on top of the world. He’s had Alphas fight for him before, back in Hanamura, but never ones like this: huge creatures that look like they would wreak havoc if they crashed into each other like landslides.
Like they could snap Hanzo’s back if they were just a little too lenient with their strength.
“You’re not allowed to touch,” Hanzo gloats, lowering his upper body and rubbing his face teasingly against the rough, curling hair on Balderich’s huge, scarred chest. His hips are still up, rolling gently into the fat finger fucking him and making him see dots in his vision.
The forlorn, punched expression on the young Alpha’s face makes his cock jerk, dribbling messily into the thick, generous trail of hair growing out of Balderich’s navel and vanishing into his tight pants. Hanzo is the only one of them completely naked, but he’s never felt more in charge than when watching a young, upstart Alpha want him so bad he’s stinking up the place but not daring to put a finger on him in fear of another more competent pack leader.
“What a pity, Alpha…”
Hanzo makes sure to let him see the swollen ring of his hole, dark pink and needy as it suckles at the thick finger fucking him. He stares right into the young Alpha’s face as he mewls for Balderich and rubs himself all over him; is sweet and docile for the old, scarred Alpha that’s downright ugly next to this gorgeous specimen-
but the young Alpha doesn’t dare step any closer, and lets himself get willingly ridiculed by this little foreign Omega.
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