Roadhog in and of himself made an impressive figure.
Seeing him sitting naked, knees spread and huge gut jutting out unashamedly with his cock a ruddy red color beneath, smearing sticky fluid against the underside of his stomach was… downright intimidating.
Jesse wouldn’t have come close to him, if he was honest. He could almost feel his balls trying to crawl up into his belly out of submission to the superior dick, and from the look of Rutledge – arms up on the backrest of the couch, showing off the thick hair in his pits, chin a little tipped up until his expressionless mask looked smug – he knew it.
He looked relaxed and in charge; like a decadent, barbaric king; especially with how Hanzo was curled into his side, a flush across the back of his nose, one hand right above the bulging belly to feel it slowly rise and fall with Roadhog’s breathing.
“Please?” He could be so nice if he wanted to. Very polite and demure, face nuzzling against Rutledge’s chest, mouthing wet and warm at the nipple he found there. (Trying to ingratiate himself, the little slut.) “Please can I have it?”
He never sounded like that when it was just the two of them. When they were alone he loved cock just as much – but he never shyly asked for it. He pushed Jesse down and took it where and how he liked, satiating himself until McCree was red faced and huffing like an engine going uphill.
Jesse liked seeing him vie for Mako’s cock like a two dollar whore for a change.
Mako simply grunted. It sounded ominous behind his mask. He shifted one meaty arm and reached beneath his firm, bulging stomach, curling thick fingers around his cock. Jesse could just sit and stare. It looked like a fucking weapon in the huge fist as he jacked himself slowly.
“Get down,” Roadhog rumbled. It sounded just this side of impatient – just enough to make Hanzo scramble to get down onto the ground, eager, desperate, mouth open and wet; probably seconds from drooling at the thought of fucking himself down on the wide head of the sturdy dick.
Before he can dive down and nudge his way beneath Mako’s gut, the large guy moves – shockingly fast. His other hand comes down, slapping against Hanzo’s forehead and holding him at bay.
“Didn’t say you could have it.”
Jesse sees Hanzo’s shoulders sag and hears his wheezing breath. When he creeps around – slow and careful, strangely afraid to pull Roadhog’s attention towards himself (Stupidly feeling like he doesn’t want to pull the attention of the Alpha Male) – he can see tears in the corners of Hanzo’s eyes which are focused on the cock in front of his nose.
“That’s how you treat it.”
It takes Jesse too long to realize Mako is talking to him – that he has turned his head minutely and the mask is looking right at him while he is still jerking himself off centimeters in front of Hanzo’s face, the open wet gape of his mouth.
“It learns better when it doesn’t always get what it wants.”
His hand slides down; from holding Hanzo’s forehead to gripping his jaw, black painted fingernails scratching almost gently along the line of his beard. He lets him suckle on his big thumb and Hanzo looks content as a babe, even though he still peeks at Mako’s cock – still obviously wants to play with it instead.
He didn’t seem offended by getting reduced to nothing but warm, welcoming holes, and truth be told, Jesse had a hard time being offended for him.
Mako did pull him closer after a while, fingers so tight around his jaw it looked painful. He had an impeccable grip on Hanzo; not giving him room to wriggle any which way as he aimed carefully, thumb pressing down right across his piss hole, dragging a hard, little circle around it before pulling off with a grunt and the first hot splash of cum right across the bridge of Hanzo’s nose.
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