A little something for me wifey @cyberrat
The first time Hanzo sees Roadhog, he wonders. The man is a mountain, huge in ways he had never known outside of stories, with a large, sloping gut and impossibly thick arms, even at rest. He rarely speaks, but his voice rumbles when he feels inclined, prickling the hairs along Hanzo’s arms.
Q.Q thank you so much… Omega Hog just for me Q.Q I love love love it ffffffffuck
“Look. McCree.”
Jesse doesn’t know how he could ever not look. Hanzo’s back is arched to a degree that looks painful, mouth wide open in soundless lust.
He looked sleek like a cat in Roadhog’s lap, tight muscled belly rubbing slick with sweat against the generous, huge curve of the mercenary’s stomach whenever he jerked, hips gyrating.
“He doesn’t want to give my cock up, McCree.”
Mako’s voice was coming right out of a nightmare; deep and ethereal – it seemed to be smooth as silk and wheezing at the same time. It gave McCree the creeps, but it wasn’t enough to make him not want to fuck his fist – so who was the biggest freak here?
“Look at him go,” Mako purred, huge hands on Hanzo’s hips, fingers digging into the tight, small ass to pull the cheeks apart and give Jesse a better look of Hanzo’s hole – stretched and puffy around the fat cock spreading him open. Hanzo cried out a profanity at the new stretch, arms shooting up, hands scrabbling without purchase against the swell of Roadhog’s belly before he gave up with a rough sob and just held on as best he could – hugging the big man’s stomach.
“He’s working it,” Roadhog informed him – as if Jesse wasn’t able to see it. The way Hanzo’s rim tightened and relaxed, his body massaging the dick warming him up from the inside. “Doesn’t want to give it up. Glad to finally have a big dick destroying him.”
Jesse could feel his face flush with eager embarrassment, belly curling up into a tight fist of want. He was not badly endowed – but no match to Roadhog’s sheer girth.
Hanzo let himself sag forward as much as possible, forehead pressing high up against Mako’s belly just beneath his wide, muscled chest. He was shuddering all over, muscles in his back twitching for McCree’s viewing pleasure. He was soaked in sweat, and McCree dimly thought he’d never been as worked up when it was just the two of them.
He likes it. Watching Mako drag a huge hand along Hanzo’s back and tell him – not unkindly – “Little sluts need big cocks. I know… I know…”
Roadhog was only talking in short sentences, but they were sinuous – sliding right into McCree’s core and slotting into a spot he hadn’t known existed until he watched Hanzo’s eyes light up when seeing Mako’s dick. (Until he saw how Hanzo fucking cuddled with the meaty cock, rubbing his face against it and mouthing at the spongy tip until it was swelling for him and Mako was good to go.)
He was right, too – Hanzo looked loathe to lift up even an inch; preferring to just twist his hips, drag Roadhog’s cock along his needy walls and have himself stuffed to the brim.
Jesse wondered whether he had a bulge in his belly. He wondered whether next time Hanzo would turn around and let him watch from the front – how his face became slack with lust, chest heaving with gasped, little breaths.
“Watch and learn, McCree.”
McCree had never been good at that; not in his Deadlock days and not in his time at Blackwatch. But fuck him if he wasn’t turned on by Roadhog showing him how to fuck his archer silly.
Roadhog’s hands looked massive clamped around Hanzo’s thighs just above his knees – especially with how the archer’s stumps were wiggling pitifully in the air, jerking with every new drag of the wide cock against the walls of his well-used hole.
From his vantage point, McCree could see the strain of Hanzo’s hamstrings – but the archer hadn’t protested the forceful wide spread of his thighs, yet; though Jesse wondered dimly if he even was still capable of coherent speech.
His dark almond shaped eyes were wide and staring up at the masked mountain ranging above him, arms up and hands clawed into the bedding as he got fucked in sharp thrusts that had the whole bed move. He cried out – inarticulate and animalistic – with every new shove into his body, drool slicking down the corner of his mouth and eyelashes clumped together with tears of overstimulation.
No, McCree wasn’t sure at all if Hanzo could do more than just fucking take it at the moment.
“Doin’ mighty fine, babydoll,” he drawled, hand wiping a strand of thick, dark hair from Hanzo’s lips because it didn’t look like he would have the coordination to do it himself – and McCree was nothing if not caring.
He glances up at a low, forceful grunt from Mako. He was an impressive sight, that was for sure. Huge muscles and solid, round belly that pressed down onto Hanzo’s cock whenever he leaned forward enough, squishing the poor thing between their slick, sweaty bodies and making Hanzo howl with the dual sensation of getting fucked on what was one of the fattest cocks McCree had ever seen, and the warm, smooth skin of Roadhog’s belly on his jerking, wet dick.
“You’re taking him so well. Fuck, you’re gonna gape when he pulls out. Don’t know if your hole’ll ever be like it used to. Maybe you’ll just have to live with it; that I can slide right in to your slutty ass and fuck you whenever without any prep. Because you took his fat cock like a three dollar whore and let him ream you for hours-”
He was babbling utter nonsense and he didn’t care. He always babbled when he was excited, face feeling hot and cock feeling even hotter as he watched Roadhog fuck the archer with an air of utter detachment. Mako was practically silent, other than the occasional grunt – the mask he was wearing not giving anything away.
It was surreal and scary and perfect, if Jesse was quite honest – especially when Mako let one of Hanzo’s legs go in favor of leaning forward and getting his big, meaty hand onto the archer’s chest, groping him with an air of entitlement that had McCree’s cock jerking in his slacks.
Hanzo had taken to whining – high pitched and mindless, squished beneath the huge bulk, free leg trying to curl around Roadhog’s hips as he kept fucking; driving in deep and spreading Hanzo out on his cock.
McCree could only imagine how it would be later; when Mako pulled out and left Hanzo lying in a pool of spreading cum – ready for McCree to slip into place and sample the goods.
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