sorry it took so long :O hope you enjoy it, tho!

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“You’re still sitting seiza,” Genji comments in a low murmur, face hidden behind his visor. Hanzo tries to mimic him; tries to keep his face neutral and stony to give just as little away as his brother, but he fails miserably, dark eyes glancing up hopefully from beneath his dark lashes.

“It suits you,” Genji says after a little pause meant to unnerve Hanzo just a bit more. He reaches for him, ergonomically shaped fingertips beneath his chin, lifting his head up for further inspection. “You have always been beautiful, brother.”

He strokes along the line of his neatly trimmed beard, thumb coming up to trace the shape of his wide mouth, the corners pulled down as ever in a severe, haughty expression that comes natural to his brother’s disposition; a boon just as much as it is a curse.

Genji keeps his head tilted up with a hand beneath his chin; looks his fill at his body. He has been lither in youth; not as heavy-set with thick muscles, but Genji can’t say that he minds. Not when he watches the swell of his tits positively heaving.

“Come here…” he says, and then tags on as an afterthought: “Brother…” and Hanzo shudders bodily but does crawl closer: knee waking between Genji’s knees. Looking up at him with a sly kind of hunger that makes Genji smirk beneath his visor.

“You’ve become prettier with age,” he tells him earnestly, one hand dipping down and cupping the swell of his pec. Hanzo preens beneath the words and the attention; arches his back, and pushes his chest into his brother’s touch.

He has always been vain. He laps the praise up like it’s water in a desert. Genji thinks that he hasn’t been admired in a long, long time. There had been no underlings on the road, assuring him of his looks.

Genji doesn’t comment, but urges him to lean forward with the hand at his chin. Hanzo goes easily, willingly, mouth falling open as he sees Genji’s cock; long and sleek, the different segments barely registering as they slide across his tongue and down his throat without preamble.

Hanzo, as much as he likes to make others think that he is above them; that he is cool and collected and superior at all times; is an old hand at sucking cock. He knows how to angle his body, knows how to keep his throat relaxed. He knows how to drool liberally to get the way smooth and slick, eyes never leaving Genji’s impassive faceplate.

He gets off on not knowing where he stands with his brother just as much as he loathes it. It makes him more desperate; more eager to show himself off.

It makes him less likely to stop Genji, even as he pushes in deep enough to make Hanzo’s nose bury in his pubes if he still had them. Instead, he mashes his brother’s nose against his body, and listens to him gag; wet and ugly and perfect, throat working and clicking around the intrusion.

He holds his head for a few seconds before he finally lets him pull back, the sound a nasty squelch that quite literally lights his body up. He watches Hanzo’s dull red face; lips wet with spit, eyes close to overflowing with tears.

Genji hums softly, hands traveling to the back of his head, tugging free the ribbon holding his hair.

“Beautiful. Just like old times, isn’t it, Anija?” He pulls him back in while Hanzo is still heaving for breath, and his brother opens up more than willingly for the abuse, hands shaking where they are curled atop his thighs. Never lifting to push at Genji.

He lets himself get throat fucked, neck swelling and turning a brick red from the air restriction, tears soon flowing down his cheeks. He is undignified like this: drooling and gagging and crying… but still so very hungry. So very ready for his brother’s cock.

“Doing so good,” Genji purrs, making sure to drag his cock along Hanzo’s tongue and make him feel every ridge of the segments. “I love you so much, anija.”

Hanzo’s broad shoulders relax a bit more; body slumping enough that Genji has to hold him upright to finish what he started.

He laughs at how silly his brother is, and Hanzo just mindlessly nuzzles his cock.