“I knew we would come to an agreement, Mr. Shimada,” Antonio murmurs, fisting Hanzo’s shirt and dragging it a bit higher so he can see the man’s ass and sweaty back better.

Shimada is panting quickly, tongue almost lolling at this point. He’s not used to taking cock – especially not one as fat as Antonio’s – and it shows in how nervously his insides squeeze around him, trying to force him back out without avail.

The rim of Shimada’s hole is a brick red from the sharp, punishing thrusts, and when Antonio drags back out again, he can see how swollen and puffy it has become.

“It is always a pleasure to do business with you and your family… You are so very… accommodating.” He jerks forward once more, watching as Shimada arches his back and gurgles faintly, his gloved fingers scrabbling at the slick wood of his desk before finding purchase at the opposite edge.

He’s not been so understanding just half an hour ago, but Antonio has always known that a dick in your belly could work wonders – even for someone as uptight as Hanzo Fucking Shimada.

He is distracted for a second by a light in his peripheral, a small frown replacing his self-indulgent grin when he sees the security footage of a group of four clumsily infiltrating his home, but Shimada clenches down on him again and he turns back towards him. His security would take care of the mishap.

“You are so quiet, Mr. Shimada… I could almost think you aren’t enjoying our little discussion.”

He reaches beneath him, then, big hand easily finding his very wet and very hard dick, and he barks a laugh as he squeezes it just this side of rough – just enough to make Shimada jump like a rabbit with its hind legs caught. He struggles weakly and without any real fire in him.

“This… this is telling a different story, though…”

Shimada is sweating profusely, full-body shudders wrecking him whenever Antonio pushes in and the blunt head of his cock presses into the spongy flesh of his inner walls – and, presumably, the ripe little cluster of his prostate.

Antonio guffaws when Shimada doesn’t answer, his big hand adorned with wide, expensive rings coming down on his ass in a meaty slap that has Shimada jump once more, his insides squeezing down almost painfully, muscles twitching around his flexing, pulsing cock.

It is then that the door to his office flies open and the nuisance from earlier spills inside, weapons drawn and faces set into tight scowls – until they register what is going on and their steps visibly falter.

Antonio laughs again, unconcerned – and a little annoyed at his incompetent security.

“Guests!”

He slaps Shimada again, watching how his ass jiggles and the print of his hand slowly and viciously becomes visible. 

“This is a private affair, however… so I have to insist you wait in line – outside.”

Shimada groans. Antonio can’t see his face, but he can see the curve of his ears, brick red and practically glowing. He squirms, but a shift of his hips quickly has him back on track while the four intruders are visibly confused – one of them flushing faintly and chewing viciously at the end of a cigar.

He can even recognize one of them – Commander Gabriel Reyes, looking more frustrated and angry by the second as he takes a couple steps forward, lifting one of his heavy shotguns.

“Get your dick out of him. We have to talk, Antonio.”

Antonio grins wide.

“I can see there are no manners being taught in Blackwatch.”

He thinks he could come like this: fucking Hanzo Fucking Shimada and laughing in Commander Reyes’ face – but the good Commander has other ideas.