Short anal orgasm slut Hanzo for @hon-art because I wuv them ❤ ❤ 

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“God… damn…” Jesse grit his teeth through Hanzo’s orgasm, bushy eyebrows drawn together, lips pulled back in a silent, unconscious snarl.

He could barely breathe through the muscles squeezing down on him, belly feeling like it was filled with molten rock as his hips hunched, shimmied, fucked through Hanzo howling into the bedding with silky little rocking motions.

It only seemed to prolong the sensation for the other man: he could hear his breath hitch, see the way his head shook in mute denial of the new wave of intense feeling crashing through him and making him unable to draw another breath.

Jesse reacted even before Hanzo could move and dislodge himself from the agonizing pleasure the small nudges were renewing, leaning forward and placing a large hand on the side of Hanzo’s head, pressing him unceremoniously back down.

Hanzo was still as Jesse lifted first one leg onto the edge of the mattress, then the other, careful, slow, trying not to topple over as he literally mounted the other man, teeth gnashed together so hard his head hurt.

He hadn’t fully settled yet when Hanzo took in a sharp, little breath – wet and desperate sounding as his lungs’ clench seemed to finally let go. Jesse couldn’t see his eyes over the tangle of his thick, greying hair, only the soft, wet gape of his open mouth, strands of hair sticking to his lips.

“Ready for one more?”

Jesse grins. He feels feral. He thinks he might look a little crazed – hair mussed, eyes shiny, cock throbbing as he let himself calm down and claw his way back from the precipice of his own orgasm.

Not yet… Not quite yet.

Hanzo didn’t react for the longest time; just breathed through the last shudders of his orgasm, fingers relaxing from their desperate clutch of the sheets – and yet, Jesse knew he wasn’t hard; cock hanging soft and cute between his strong thighs, the wet head hidden in his foreskin.

Once upon a time it had concerned Jesse; even scratched at his masculinity. By now he found it unbearably hot.

“One last time, babydoll. Fuck. Gonna dick you so good, Hanzo. That good? That alright with you?”

His hips were moving again in slow, thrusting circles, playing with a couple inches just to make Hanzo’s rim burn around the girth of his dick. He braced one hand on Hanzo’s shoulder to keep balance, the other still pushing his head down. He could feel him mutely nod underneath his fingers.

He grinned sharper, wider, hips lifting farther as he started gaining momentum. His hamstrings protested early on, making themselves known with burning pain that this was not a good position, but the fact that Hanzo started grunting again, low and urgent, was enough to keep him where he was.

He wanted to flip him over; spread Hanzo’s short legs and watch the ridiculous bounce of his limp cock, as he deep dicked him. He was loathe to move, though; now that he had him where he wanted him, pinned and with his ass in the air, giving Jesse free reign to go to town on him.

“Three times. Got you three times, right? Right, babydoll? C’mon. C’mon one last time. Come on my cock like a good whore. Love my dick so much, don’tcha? Goddamn slut for big American cock.”

He was babbling, slurring words, head feeling hot and full, temples throbbing in time with his dick as he lost control and fucked into Hanzo sharp and quick, little jackrabbit thrusts that barely moved his cock and seemingly simply pushed deeper, deeper, deeper still until Hanzo’s back arched and his shoulders rolled, helpless low sounds of desperation spilling from his throat.

“Deep enough for ya?”

Jesse heard him come before he felt it – a choked groaning sound from between Hanzo’s clenched teeth, muscles clenching down suddenly; enough to make Jesse hiss, eyes tightening with pain, balls jumping once, practically stuttering, hesitating, before Hanzo’s muscles loosened slightly and everything seemed to give all at once.

Jesse bit his tongue as he came, hips hot and rigid, not moving an inch as he filled Hanzo up and heard him whine through the sensation of it all.

Fuck, but how much he wanted to have him on his back right now so he could watch his cock; see him drool out cum while still limp, howling when Jesse took him in hand and helped him massage it out of the oversensitive head – everything adding to him clenching and unclenching on Jesse’s cock, muscles no longer his own.

As it was, he could only ride it out; holding him down, trying to keep his cock in that hot, silky space while Hanzo squirmed beneath him.