Tag: hanzo/reinhardt

For all that Hanzo is shy about that particular need of his – and very pointedly does not want to discuss it – he has managed to accumulate a veritable harem of daddies.

So when Reinhardt is indisposed by work or his own aging body, McCree will gladly take his place.

Hanzo loves and loathes these occasions in equal measures.

McCree makes it just so… so very… embarrassing.

He doesn’t let him hide for once; crooning just as syrupy-sweet as Reinhardt but catching his wrists all the same; holding them down and out of the way, watching with self-indulgent intent the way Hanzo’s chest heaves; nipples perky and on display for his viewing pleasure.

McCree is simultaneously a lazier and a stricter Daddy than Reinhardt. He likes to lie back and have Hanzo sit on his big, fat, ruddy cock – but he also likes to tell him exactly how to work his cunt along his dick.

He likes to grab Hanzo’s thighs and pinch him; slap his ass and pull at his nipples, all the while lazily sucking on the end of a cigar he sloppily stuck in the corner of his mouth.

He likes to hear Hanzo whine. He likes to see him flushed and unsure, dark eyes wet and mouth open.

McCree doesn’t indulge his more petulant moods as much as Reinhardt does. He pushes, and goads, and – on a few memorable occasions – has denied to give Hanzo his cock if he hadn’t behaved beforehand.

After sessions with Jesse, Hanzo is empty and serene. Tuckered out like a little puppy, pliant and open to get filled with warm affection.

And for all that he is ambivalent about the way McCree goes about his business, there’s no question about how much he loves his cock. How eager he is to be allowed to spend hours on his knees, happily drooling into the coarse thatch of pubes, hands on the low hanging balls to keep them nice and warm so they’d fill him up good later on.

He loves sitting down on it; feeling how the fleshy girth in the middle of the shaft will stretch him that much wider; until his eyes start to tear up and his nose begins to run. He loves scratching his fingers through McCree’s chest hair; to hold on to it during the ride, watching McCree’s face contort with pain at the sharp tugs, but letting him do it all the same.

Sometimes, Hanzo will be overwhelmed with the feeling of McCree’s cock in his belly; will lie down on him and rub his cheek mindlessly against his soft pecs, babbling for Daddy as his hips move relentlessly; filling himself over and over again; making himself take everything Daddy had to give.

And other times, Reinhardt will be there, too; his huge hands cupping Hanzo’s pecs; fingers rolling the painfully sensitive nipples, squeezing his chest – showing it off for McCree’s viewing pleasure.

Hanzo thinks he likes those times the best. When both Daddies are there to gentle him down afterwards; box him in between their thick, hairy bodies and keep him down as long as he needs to.

The first push is always the worst. For all that Hanzo croons for cock like a seasoned whore, he always seems to forget just how big Reinhardt is. It begins with his breathing halting in a gasp, and his shoulders going tight before the pretty little cup of his back vanishes as he tries to hunch down and curl away.

His hole, rim pouting and wet with lube, winks at Reinhardt. It wants to be filled, the little cunt. Stretched wide around his cock – but Hanzo’s nerves won’t let him.

“Hey now,” Reinhardt murmurs, huge hand slowly sliding down the slope of Hanzo’s spine, and, when he doesn’t react more than a shake of his head, he manhandles him around onto his back.

Hanzo’s cheeks are flushed a ruddy red. They look even more striking against the stark black of his beard. His liquid, dark eyes stare up at Reinhardt with mute helplessness.

“There you go… What a pretty boy you are,” Reinhardt croons, watching Hanzo’s mouth abruptly go flat, the corners pulling down. Trembling. He throws one arm up and across his eyes, shielding himself from Reinhardt’s inquisitive stare. His Adam’s apple bobs.

“Gonna let Daddy give you his cock?” Hanzo’s mouth drops open at that; soft and inviting enough that Reinhardt swoops down and kisses him; makes him stop hiding under his arm in favor of clutching at him.

Hanzo is no small man; but beneath Reinhardt he seems almost dainty. Young.

“Daddy,” he groans, mouth pliant, letting Reinhardt suck on the tip of his tongue. He gets messy when he’s getting smothered beneath a big, warm body; does things he wouldn’t do normally.

Reinhardt tries it again, then; takes his cock into his huge fist and guides it towards that well-prepared hole.

Hanzo whines; face scrunching up – but it is more in his head than anything else.

The first push always is so daunting; his warm, pliant muscles having to stretch, stretch, stretch to accommodate the unrelenting width of the tip of Reinhardt’s cock.

There’s sweat beading at Hanzo’s greying temples; his body clenching down like wet silk: suckling and clinging even as it tries to force him back out.

“Daddy,” he whines again – sobs, almost – fingernails scratching into Reinhardt’s back.

“Hush… Hush now…” Reinhardt grunts, not unkind, one good eye watching with warm interest as tears prick at the corners of Hanzo’s eyes when he gets stretched wider; rim trembling around the widest part of the crown, before it finally finally pops in; held snug inside Hanzo’s body.

He is a mess beneath him, cheeks wet with sweat and tears, mouth trembling uncontrollably.

“You gonna keep Daddy’s cock warm?”, Reinhardt murmurs, pressing kisses against Hanzo’s hot, wet cheeks. “Gonna keep it nice and snug?”

He starts moving carefully; little rocking motions to feed Hanzo more of his cock; long and fat and so ready to keep the archer warm from the inside. Hanzo starts wailing, then: tries to muffle his wet mouth against the swell of Reinhardt’s shoulder, but there’s no stopping the heaving sobs he’s taking.

He will tucker himself out sooner or later. He’ll be happier for it afterwards. When he’s done getting out all the emotion he has had bottled up for too long.

He’ll get sleepy and pliant and happy on Reinhardt’s cock; grab for him with uncoordinated hands and croon; thanking Daddy so prettily for the warm dick that’s filling his belly. Asking for his cream with suckling little kisses to Reinhardt’s mouth.

His poor baby boy.

little something for @kirinlust gosh darn hot Reinzo pic. unnnf

be aware that it has humiliation and small dicks in it because everybody is small next to Reinhardt.

Hanzo was so very easy. Not only on the eyes but also – especially, even – to rile up.

“Look at it,” Reinhardt coos against the archer’s puffy lips, letting him press feverish kisses against the corner of his mouth as he talks. Hanzo’s hips jerk.

“It looks so cute… just look at it.” 

Hanzo groans, eyes clenched tightly shut. He stops with the messy, wet kisses and pushes his hot face into the vulnerable space beneath Reinhardt’s chin.

Reinhardt grins and lets him for a second or two, before he cups the back of his neck with one large hand and pulls him back.

“Look at it,” he demands, voice gentle yet insistent. They’re both red-faced; flushed in excitement and embarrassment as Hanzo dutifully dips his chin low and peeks between their bodies; his cock pressed against Reinhardt looks ridiculously small. Almost boyish.

He groans low and throaty. As they watch, it flexes eagerly, a string of pre-cum dangling from the tip.

“So cute,” Reinhardt purrs, one large finger stroking along the shaft and to the flushed, blunt tip of it. Hanzo gurgles something unintelligible, hips jerking back from the light contact.

Yes – the archer was so very easy. Always on such a hair trigger – always so ready to come at the slightest provocation, no matter how often Reinhardt played with him.

“How do you want to do this?” Reinhardt murmurs, still holding Hanzo like a kitten, forcing him to look at their cocks so close together, the other arm lifting to shove behind his head. He is stretched out and lazy – a lion that is more than willing to let the other one play.

“I want to…” Hanzo licks his lips. His dark eyes locked on the sight between their bodies. He moves, knee-walks just a little further up until he can watch his tip next to Reinhardt’s. How humiliatingly small it looked next to it. “I want to fuck you.”

Reinhardt perks up, grin stretching imperceptibly.

“Oh you want that, don’t you? You want to fuck me with your sweet little cock, Schätzchen?” Hanzo looks almost weepy as he nods, eyes suspiciously wet and mouth set in a stern, straight line. His cock jerks and drools another line of pre-cum that connects their dicks for a moment before it snaps.

“You think you can make me feel it?” he rasps, voice going a little darker – a bit mean as he lets go of Hanzo to reach down and covers the small cock with his huge hand. “Think you can make me feel your cute little cocklett?”

Hanzo hiccups out a sob, hiding his face behind one arm, his ears hot and burning. Oh how the Shimada heir loves being ridiculed like this. Loves and hates it.

Reinhardt rolls his hips up, making Hanzo scrabble to steady himself with palms against the broad barrel chest, fingers digging into the hair there. He’s staring at Reinhardt like a deer caught in the headlights.

“We can do that. Oh, we can do that.”

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Reinhardt can’t help the indulgent grin – not with Hanzo hugging his thigh towards him with both arms curled around it, eyes scrunched shut in concentration as he so obviously tries not to come too fast.

He looks sweet – so desperate as he fucks with quick, uneducated jerks of his hips, Rabbit fucking into the warm, silky space Reinhardt gave over to him more than generously.

He’d sat there with a glassy gaze as he’d watched Reinhardt prepare himself, one hand around his cock, nearly strangling it and trying not to come before he hadn’t had a taste of it.

“So good,” Reinhardt rasps, belly clenched tight, cock smearing the wet tip lazily against the bed sheets. “I love your sweet little cock. Feels so good…”

He clenches down around it in emphasis an Hanzo’s eyes snap open, staring at him in blank panic as his hips stutter to a halt for a moment, grinding in deep – as deep as he could.

“Don’t do that!” he croaks, voice rough and high and a little whiny.

Reinhardt smiles indulgently, his cheeks feeling about as hot as Hanzo’s face looks.

Hanzo turns his head, hiding himself against Reinhardt’s knee as he starts fucking again; first slow, little bucks into the clenching heat, then sharper, faster nudges as he regains his momentum.

Reinhardt closes his eyes and lets his head fall back, breathing studiously deep and slow, concentrating on the fucking.

He loved how desperate Hanzo got. How he humped like an animal, fucking quick and needy into Reinhardt because he loved to see how swollen he got him afterwards when he inspected his work; greedy mouth licking his own cum out of his large lover.

Reinhardt sighs, hand inching over to loosely jerk himself as Hanzo rabbit fucks him fast and needy with that cute cock Reinhardt was so in love with. 

God, but he tried so hard to give it to him good and proper.