“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.”