He likes the music well enough. It is nice standing at the backdoor and listening to the throbbing beats from the filled stadium behind him. He leans against the wall, arms crossed in front of him, looking like he’s almost meditating as he taps his foot in rhythm.

The kid knows how to put on some nice tunes. Unfortunately he does not know how to pick out capable security. The guard supposed to stand at his spot has been knocked out and disposed in the dumpster around the corner. It had been insultingly easy.

Now he just has to wait.

.o.

“Oh… oh… damn.. dude… y-yeah, that’s the… y…”

Lùcio hiccups, back arching lovely, pressing his ass up into the cock he’s slowly, carefully being stuffed with. He started babbling as soon as he felt the wide tip press up against his hole, and he hasn’t stopped yet.

Doomfist smirks, a bit confused but pleased about Lúcio’s enthusiasm. He’d been not as pleased earlier when he’d been hanging from beneath Akande’s arm, being carried away like nothing more than a sack of potatoes.

Now, he’s changed his tune completely.

His body struggles to adjust to Akande’s girth, but he tries so very hard; sucking and gnawing at his wrist as he tries to relax into the insane stretch.

“You’re doing so very well,” Doomfist murmurs, watching the young man’s struggle beneath lowered eyelids. “Just a little more.”

It is a lie, but a kind one. There is still more to stuff into that warm, little body but Lùcio shudders, new determination filling the slumped line of his shoulders. He nods, his thick locks sliding along his shoulder blades before parting and slipping off his shoulders entirely; leaving Akande with a lovely view of his slim back.

His massive hips roll in fluid, tiny thrusts, feeding the stretched hole more and more of his cock with each inward push.

Lùcio is docile for another four or five pushes, breathing through it with little, open mouthed pants until the panic of Akande still pushing in more, seems to break over his head.

“Oh dude, come… c’mon.. you can’t be serious, I…” His voice breaks, hitches, hiccups.

He twists suddenly, tries to crawl away and comes nowhere fast because Akande’s large hands are on his hips, holding him steady; making sure he doesn’t hurt himself.

He hums low and soothingly, eyes drawn to the sight of Lùcio’s hole pouting obscenely around his girth.

“Just a little more,” he murmurs, belly growing hot as Lùcio’s insides suddenly squeeze down on him; rippling and delicious. His cock has been hard for a while; a nice, sleek hand full for Akande to play with whenever he needs to keep the kid at bay.

He’ll suck him off later, he already decided.