Tag: reinhardt/hanzo

age diff + mild feminization with rein/hanzo??

“AAhhh…” Reinhardt sighs like he does usually when finishing a long day with a good beer. He offers up his large hand for Hanzo to take – the other gentle slapping his lap. “Come right here, Prinzessin. I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

Hanzo smiles a little, placing his gloved hand in Reinhardt’s grasp. He lets himself get pulled forward, easily sitting down on the broad surface offered. “Have you, now?”

There’s a slightly breathy quality to Hanzo’s words; his pupils huge and dark. He’s just separated from Morrison with a hearty slap to the back, but he’s already switching over; getting soft and pliable as Reinhardt’s big hands rub down his shoulders and back.

“Oh, I definitely have. Been wanting to spend some time with you for a while now…” He buries his nose in Hanzo’s hair, breathing him in with a deep pull of air accompanied by another of those long, rattling sighs. “Aaahhh… you smell so good, my little treat. I could just sniff you all day.”

Hanzo’s face was already a faint shade of red, only darkening as Reinhardt follows his words up, nuzzling beneath his ear and then jaw, scratching his beard along his skin.

His hands are wandering; big and warm, lying first across his belly, then sliding farther up – easily cupping one of Hanzo’s pecs.

“Been thinking about these all day,” he mumbles against Hanzo’s throat. “Wanted to suckle on your pretty tits and couldn’t do it…” 

Hanzo breathes more heavily, faintly squirming. He is clutching at Reinhardt’s shoulders when the big hand starts rucking up his training gear until it is bunched beneath his armpits. 

“Gorgeous. Gott, I love your tits. They’re glorious…” he trails off, watching himself cup the swell; thumb dragging across the small nipple. Hanzo’s eyes are glassy, mouth open and wet; leaning against Reinhardt and letting him play with him as if he were a doll.

Reinhardt smirks. Leaning down, mouthing easily at one peaked nipple until Hanzo is vibrating in his lap, his fingers scrabbling at the back of his head, tugging on the hair.

“P-please… ah…”

“What do you want?” Reinhardt glances up at him, watching with his good eye as he pinches the other nipple between two fingers. When Hanzo doesn’t answer but just squirms some more, a slow smirk stretches his lips. “You want to show off how pretty your tits are, little girl? Want to show me how well I can fuck between them?”

Hanzo’s mouth drops open, face red, hips shimmying; hunching upwards.

“Y…Yes. Please.”

“What a good girl you are… Very will… Show me how pretty your tits are.”

Hanzo getting to be the one to fuck tiddies and Rienheardt is encouraging him and his chest fluff is so nice to rut against.

*deep inhale* yeeesss

“That’s it.. you’re a good boy, aren’t you? Such a nice cock you have…” Reinhardt murmurs, watching the stretch of Hanzo’s body heavy lidded, big hands framing his own chest, pressing his pectorals together for Hanzo to fuck between.

He doesn’t answer, but the little grunts he emits with every forward push climb higher, their sound so acutely desperate it was flattering.

Hanzo’s cock slides along the thick hair covering Reinhardt’s sternum, flattening it down and creating a small, sticky warm valley; a pretty bed for his pretty cock to fuck against, the very tip is flushed the same dark pink as the archer’s prominent cheek bones. It is a rather lovely look.

“Do you like fucking my tits?” Reinhardt asks, voice pitched low, the rumble from his chest tickling Hanzo’s balls where they drag messily across his skin as well. Hanzo wheezes and almost jackknifes, back curling in what looks like agony as his hips stutter and loose their carefully kept rhythm.

He fucks small and aborted, like a small pet dog rutting against the shoes of his owner. His hair is falling across around his face, eyes clenched tightly shut as he keeps jerking, trying to deep dick what he can’t fuck – not really, at least.

All he can do is fuck the tight valley between Reinhardt’s pectorals and smear his pre-cum all over the ample fur gathered there.

“You can fuck my ass later,” Reinhardt promises in a murmur as Hanzo leans even farther down, his face pressing into the pillow next to Reinhardt’s head, trying not to look at him while he fucks his tits. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Hanzo shakes his head ‘no’, the heat of his flush tangible against Reinhardt’s cheek. He grins and leaves Hanzo be; he always was so ashamed about his own neediness.