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12th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 5th Fill

McHanzo + Genji – continuation of this – rape tw; molestation; non con tw; stuck in a wall; yandere Genji; yandere McCree – Jesse can’t let the opportunity pass. (Don’t mind the setting of it being a training exercise… I can’t bother to come up with a reason why nobody finds them haha)

.o.

Hanzo is silent, probably too shocked at this turn of events.

If he had thought Jesse would help him, he is sorely mistaken. He should’ve been less of an asshole to garner any sympathy, and even then Jesse is not quite sure whether he would have passed the opportunity to get his hands on the ass Hanzo has been so goddamn fucking stingy with.

Jesse finally holsters Peacekeeper.

“Seems like whoever was here just took a chance, hm? ‘Tis awfully rude of you to walk around with your balls swinging free. Can’t blame a fella for copping a feel.”

He looks up to the rafters where Genji has slotted himself into a little nook and is watching with what Jesse assumes is rapt attention. He winks at him, then hurriedly reaches for the free leg that is suddenly kicked out.

“McCree!” Hanzo’s voice is breaking hysterically and Jesse wishes he had some kind of recording because *damn* he could get off on just how panicked and indignant the prissy bitch is sounding now.

“Hey, hey… none o’ that now. We’re all civilized men, are we not?” It does not take much to push his training gear out of the way.

Hanzo’s hips jerk when his cock lands heavy and hot right against his tailbone. Jesse’s dick is polite like that: he’ll knock before entering.

“I think we’ll all come to an agreement.”

“What the *hell* are you talking about?” He can tell Hanzo wants it to sound a lot more cutting, but what actually reaches his ears sounds faint and a bit shaky. Like he’s close to tears. Jesse’s dick fills out more at the thought. It gets him unduly excited to think about Hanzo’s dark pretty eyes wet with tears, and if he weren’t so sure he’d bite like the bitch he is, he’d have him choking on his cock until he cried a long time ago.

“I’m talking about what it’ll take for me to keep quiet, ya feel?” He is moving his hips, dragging his cock along Hanzo’s cleft with self-indulgent slowness, one thumb pressing down on it to help keep in that nice little valley. “Ya wouldn’t like if the others found out what kind of nasty slut you are, I reckon. Since I got pictures and all of your fine ass parading around without any underwear on.”

He’s pretty sure, at least, that Genji has taken himself at least a souvenir.

“You can’t be-”

“Serious? Oh babydoll… I think you can tell just how serious I am.” Hanzo’s leg has become lax in his grip, and Jesse lets go of it in favor of grabbing his cock and slapping the fat tip against the flushed little opening that Genji has had a bit of a go at already. Hanzo makes a sound like he’s choking, his plump muscle clenching visibly against the threat of Jesse pushing in.

He’s been thinking about it for months now; wondering how tight he’d be; how warm and silky he’d feel wrapped around him and stretched to the absolute max.

How he’d sound, begging for mercy and whining about the big dick that is rudely fucking his stingy little cunt open until it is sloppy and stretched-out. He’d never have thought he’d actually get an opportunity to try it out, though. He probably wouldn’t have taken this stellar chance if not for Genji, bless his filthy little heart.

*This one’s for you, buddy*, he thinks, then muses aloud: “I don’t got much slick on me right now. So you just gotta breathe through it, y’ hear?”

He leans forward, generously spitting on Hanzo’s clenched pretty cunt – *not gonna be so pretty anymore when I’m done with it* – and grins at the undignified squeak he can just about hear on the other side of the crumbled wall.

There’s no more fighting; no more bitching – just a lot of whining and panting and trying to spread his thighs farther to make the fat cock forcing its way into him seem less impossible to take, and had Jesse known how easy it was to get Hanzo to just *shut up* for once, he’d have pulled him on his dick a lot sooner.

*Damn* it’s a tight fit, though. Jesse is gritting his teeth, the nails of his hand biting into Hanzo’s ass cheek as he shimmies his hips and tries to keep pushing inside, but the burn on his poor dick is immense, and Hanzo is clenching down like he’s trying to strangle his cock.

“C’mon,” Jesse hisses through his teeth. He unclenches his hand with some effort and brings it down in a hard, meaty slap against Hanzo’s ass. Hanzo jerks and cries out, and actually loosens up enough to let Jesse force his way deeper inside.

He feels like he’s trying to crawl dick first into Hanzo with how desperately he wants to grunt fuck into his belly – impossible on this little slick – and from the way Hanzo sounds – quietly hyperventilating on the other side – the prissy bitch probably has the same thoughts.

He wonders whether Hanzo will be less of an elitist bastard from now on. Whether he’ll be cowed the next time they have an argument, afraid of Jesse’s big dick. He does not think so. Doesn’t *hope* so.

He can only dream of the next time Hanzo opens mouth to be a mean fucking bastard just for Jesse to show him his place with his cock rooting around in his guts and rearranging them some.

So many new, exciting possibilities have opened themselves up in front of Jesse…

oh man… hanzo being super naive when it comes to how Pretty he is just cuz anybody who was ever interested in him was way too scared to make a move on the heir to a yakuza clan… genji realizing that his brother doesnt know hes like, the embodiment of Hot, and deciding to show him some appreciation <3

ohhh shit I’m super into those being super oblivious tropes mmmhhh Genji showing his pretty brother off to a very appreciative crowd mmmmmmmmhhhh

11th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 9th Fill

McCree/Shimadacest – older McCree; younger Shimadabros; daddy kink; cockslut Hanzo; cockslut Genji – McCree is way too old for these two and their shenanigans.

Hanzo is draped against McCree’s side, trying his best to distract him from Genji’s lewd, enthusiastic… *sounds* as he bounces his ass on daddy’s dick like one of those girls in the rap videos he likes to watch on his phone. It looks… obscene and dishonorable and gets a big, rough hand petting down his bowed spine for his trouble because daddy obviously likes what he’s seeing.

And Hanzo is jealous.

McCree knows that, of course. It is not difficult to notice when the usually taciturn young man suddenly is all over him, mouthing wet and sloppy at his neck just below his beard,sucks at his ear lobe and generally tries to nudge his way in front of McCree’s face to make him look at *him* instead of the obscene stretch of Genji’s wet, flushed little hole wrapped so nicely around his dick.

Keeping him nice and warm as he doesn’t have to do more than sit there and let the little bundle of energy work his magic on him.

“There, there, Sugartits,” McCree croons, other big hand coming up to pat Hanzo on the head like an especially cute puppy. “There’s enough t’ go around for the both of you, hm? No need to be pushy ‘bout it.”

Hanzo’s face darkens and after a second and Genji being especially loud and doing something with his inner muscles that makes McCree *grunt*, he pulls back and crosses his arms.

McCree chuckles, strangled and breathless, and Hanzo watches out of the corner of his eyes as he moves to get his knees beneath him. Genji scrabbles at the bedding as daddy suddenly curls across his back, pushing his cock in deeper, and Hanzo only looks out of the corner of his eyes, burning up with jealousy.

*He* wants to be the one hanging off of McCree’s fat, ruddy cock right now. *He* wants to be the one feeling the rough hair of his belly scratch across his back as he gets fucked slow and deep and intense because McCree fucks like an old truck with ignition problems.

What he *does* get is McCree laughing at him and reaching for his knee with one big hand.

“Christ. C’mere. You are ridiculous.”

Hanzo fights at that, but not enough to dislodge McCree. He *wants* to be caught, after all.

Daddy manhandles him around without pulling free from Genji’s warm, trembling insides, and soon Hanzo is on his knees next to his brother, biting at the bedding as McCree nudges thick rough fingers into him, wide hairy knuckles pushing his tender rim open wide.

It’s a bit uncoordinated at first – McCree seems to have to recall some long forgotten skill until he can make it work to simultaneously fuck Genji and finger Hanzo deep… but eventually he hits his stride and the brothers eye each other out of the corner of their eyes as they bump shoulders and mewl like kittens.

“There ya go,” McCree purrs above them. He spreads his fingers inside Hanzo, pressing into the slick, warm walls, and Hanzo cries out, back bowing as he shuffles his knees farther apart, pressing into Genji who grins at him and shoves back.

It’s easier and more difficult like this for McCree.

Hanzo no longer is a little needy bitch about wanting his dick, which is nice, but he’s not calculated in how much the brothers could be little bastards.

Genji, even when drooling from a fat cock spreading him open and rearranging his insides, is nothing but trouble, and Hanzo is a grateful victim because he can’t think of much past the immense stretch of his rim once McCree gives in and gives him what he wants.

Genji has a glint in his eye like he’s planning something mean, and McCree has to lean forward with a groan and grab at his hair to pull his head back and give him something else to focus on.

He’s too goddamn old for two young headstrong – and cockhungry – men like them but he’s also too greedy to let anybody else have at them.

At least they’re somewhat appeased with a cock in their guts, or, in Hanzo’s case, with anything that just stretches him nice.

McCree has had a few amusing toys – and just overall… things – inside him just to tide him over until he’s fucked Genji into some semblance of sleepiness.

Like this, they’re inordinately cute. When they stop fighting for one damn second and just purr and coo over getting fucked by *daddy*; drooling into the bedding like some seasoned whores as they wait for what Jesse gives them like good boys.

Anything as long as their needy rims are spread and their bellies filled.

“Daddy…” He looks over at Hanzo who has his face mostly hidden in his arms, just glancing at him with one glittering eye.

He grunts because there’s not enough air in his lungs to do anything else other than sound vaguely questioning while he dutifully pulls Genji’s hair and fucks into him. His fingers have become mostly still by now, but Hanzo does not need much once he’s in the right mindset. He’ll be happy with everything he gets.

“I want to be filled up, though…”

Jesse groans and lets his head fall forward against the back of Genji’s shoulder. It’s their usual argument; Hanzo and Genji whining for McCree’s cum in tandem, while he feels like his heart is going to break because how the fuck is he supposed to give them both what they want?

They’re going to kill him one day.

“Later, babydoll. Later,” he wheezes, trying to appease Hanzo, but deep down he knows, they’ll both be mewling for it in way too short a time.

Genzo Zine Story Excerpt

You peeps! Here is a snippet from my entry to the Genzo Zine! It is open for preorder currently, have a look over here (link to twitter) for more information! It is a Zine focused around the romantic relationship between the Shimada brothers, so be aware 🙂

Carrot-And-Stick

Pony Play; Ruined Orgasm; Dom/sub; Rough

Genji holds Hanzo’s wild gaze as he slowly twists his wrist and curls the reins of the bridle around his hand once more. Hanzo’s head gets pulled forward, but he holds against it, lips pulled away from his teeth in a guttural snarl. Like this, he shows off the bit Genji has forced between his jaw, keeping it nice and open, so his sharp, white teeth can’t gnash like he so obviously wants to.

“That’s so kind of you, brother,” he coos. Hanzo is bucking and twisting beneath him, but there is no way he could throw Genji off. Not when he’s got his strong thighs clamped around his big brother’s trim hips all while keeping the reins tight – quite literally. “I’ve always wanted a pony of my own.”

Hanzo looks a touch insane for a second, dark eyes rolling like a wild colt’s as he tries to throw himself bodily back. The way he audibly clangs his teeth against the metal of the bit is probably accidental, but it excites Genji nonetheless. He can always count on Hanzo to make it just dramatic enough that it gets Genji’s libido going.

Granted, Genji is pretty sure Hanzo had been thinking of something else when he asked him whether he’d like to be ridden one day.

As is, Genji easily goes with the flow of the sudden yank against the reins. It has a nice side-effect of dragging his hole against Hanzo’s cock, which is nice and hard despite his big brother’s vehement squirming and fighting. It also seems to remind Hanzo of the nice little treat he’s been promised, as well.

It’s not often that Genji offers the tender hole up, and Hanzo is adorably like a dog with a treat dangled in front of his nose.

He’ll do anything just to have his little brother bounce on his cock for once, instead of the other way round where Genji will pinch his tits and slap his thighs and overall be very mean to him.

“You’re so dirty, niisan,” Genji purrs, playing into the little brother role just because he knows it gets Hanzo sickeningly hot and bothered; as if they’re not two grown men with greying temples. “You get so hot and needy just thinking about dicking your little brother.”

Hanzo remains quiet, the accusation having taken the fight out of him for the moment. It’s the easiest way to get Hanzo to comply: just make him feel guilty about his perverse, incestuous desires until he’s horny enough to ignore any scruples he has, once more.

There’s an unbecoming flush starting to crawl up from as far down as his belly and by the time Genji has righted himself once more, sitting astride his brother’s lap, Hanzo has become brick red.

His thick throat is offered up, chest pushed out due to the uncomfortable position of his arms, bound behind his back; and while he fights with his inner demons again, Genji is utilizing the moment to admire his brother’s tits as he breathes deep and heavy.

Genji reaches out, first thumbing, then pinching one of his pudgy nipples, all the while keeping the reins tightly curled around his fist. He’s played often enough with Hanzo to know he can never let his guard down around him. He is a crafty bastard – they both are.

To be continued in the zine….

10th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 1st Fill

McHanzo + Shimadacest – stuck in a wall; molestation; slightly yandere!Genji, maybe yandere!McCree – Hanzo gets stuck during a training session and Genji seizes the opportunity.

“Stop grinning and help me out,” Hanzo hisses, a vein swelling dangerously at his temple. Jesse is standing with way too loose a posture, Peacekeeper dangling precariously from one finger. There’s barely any sweat darkening his training fatigues; they’ve basically just begun sparring with the others before the wall had come crumbling down, partly burying Hanzo beneath it.

He squirms, impressive biceps bulging as he tries to push himself out of his predicament, but it is impossible the way the rubble is cinched around his hips. One of his legs seems to be stuck as well, ankle caught in the rubble.

Jesse keeps smirking but wisely refuses from making any smart comment.

“You alright?” he drawls, finally putting his weapon away. Hanzo eyes his own practice bow, lying on the floor in the dust. It looks to be unharmed at least.

“Yes. Now come here and…”

He trails off, eyebrows pulling into a frown. He could swear there’s been a touch to his… Hanzo jumps, when it happens again, this time firmer. Unmistakable: A hand palming his ass.

He flushes a dull red in angered indignation, shoulders pulling towards his ears while Jesse watches him in mild interest.

“Who is that?!” Hanzo barks, trying to crane around – as if that would allow him to see who has snuck up behind him. The hand jerks away for a second, but a moment later it is back, palming him, squeezing his ass while he sputters, lost for words.

Who would…

“Help me out of here!” he demands, imperiously thrusting his arms towards Jesse who just watches, bushy eyebrows climbing his forehead. When he does not move, Hanzo elaborates between clenched teeth: “Someone is… someone is *touching* me!”

Jesse whistles between his teeth.

“Someone’s got balls. In the middle of an exercise…”

The hand is starting to boldly pull down his tracksuit pants. Hanzo’s breath stutters. He tries clenching his knees together to try and salvage the situation, but one of his ankles is still stuck and the person behind him has the clear advantage.

“Help me out of here, you big oaf!” he roars and McCree rocks back on his heels, head tilting to the side.

“How ‘bout a ‘please’?”

.o.

Trust McCree to make it difficult. Maybe if Hanzo wasn’t such a bitch all the time, he wouldn’t be in this situation… but maybe Genji should be thankful about his always-prissy older brother.

Bastard.

Especially for making it so damn hard to get a good look at his tight ass. No wonder Genji has to seize every opportunity to get his hands on it. If only Hanzo were a bit more generous with showing his body off.

Let Genji record him lathering up in the shower, paying awkward attention to his immaculately groomed pubes. If he were just a little bit less of a selfish bastard, maybe Genji wouldn’t have to resort to dirty tactics.

Like assaulting him in the middle of a training session when he really can’t be blamed for taking the opportunity to get his hands on his older brother.

He does not tease himself by moving as excruciatingly slow as possible. He would like to, of course, but he’s not sure how much time he has. McCree can be a stubborn mule but if Hanzo cries desperately enough he might be swayed to complying either way.

Genji has Hanzo’s pants down in a moment, mouth going dry as he realizes how naked he is beneath. What a slut. Freeballing it while looking like he’s king of the world…

Genji palms Hanzo’s ballsac. On the other side of the wall he can hear his big brother raging. His free leg is jerking, trying to kick out, and Genji easily catches it and bends it up, pinning Hanzo’s knee to the side of the partly crumbled wall.

With his other ankle caught in the rubble, he is deliciously immobile and open. Like this, his ass cheeks are spreading and Genji can get a look at the dark slit of his hole.

Fuck, but he’s looking nice. Genji is recording, trying to blink away the perspiration gathering on his forehead. It is slightly fogging up his visor but he can’t open his helmet when he needs to catch every little second on camera.

He twists the hand cupping Hanzo’s sac and presses his thumb rudely against his hole. On the other side of the wall, Hanzo sounds like he’s choking on his own tongue.

Genji bites his synthetic bottom lip. He pushes his thumb in rudely on no slick at all, and the big muscles in Hanzo’s thighs flex but he’s become curiously quiet as Genji fucks him on his thumb, testing the give of his hole.

It becomes unbearably hot in his chassis as he feels out his big brother’s silky insides and the desperate clench of his dry rim.

He barely hears McCree’s “Alright alright… let me have a look who’s fucking around with you…” and jerks his hands back reluctantly. He stumbles as he makes his escape, just about managing to climb his way into the rafters.

When he glances down, McCree is standing behind Hanzo’s naked lower body, one hand on his ass, and eyes trained on Genji. They mutely stare at each other. McCree’s gaze flicks to Hanzo’s ass, thumb pulling his cheek to the side to see the flushed red color of his rim.

He looks back up at Genji who can’t do anything but just sit there and stare, then grins pointedly.

“Aw shucks, Hanzo. The guy’s already gone. Who could it have been? But say… where’s your underwear, buddy?”

9th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 10th Fill

Genji/Hanzo – sex toys; stuck in a wall; dirty talk; humiliation – Hanzo wants to get fucked by anonymous patrons. Genji wants it as well but is also a possessive fuck. He comes up with a plan to make both happy. (600 word fill)

Hanzo’s thighs are shaking. He is an assassin used to training his body for many hours on end, but getting fucked deeply, enthusiastically, *impersonally* has him tuckered out like nothing else.

His hole is a butter soft gash between his cheeks, colored like a bruise by the point that Genji stops back to take a deep breath to center himself. In his hand is the sixth toy; a ridiculously long, fat cock that he is sure Hanzo would have realized is nothing but a piece of silicone if he hadn’t been fucked into incoherence by now.

“Good fuck,” he grunts. He doesn’t have to affect how out of breath he is by this point. Hanzo shudders, his knees threatening to give way. He’s wearing boots still – an unexpectedly sexy addition – and has been standing on tiptoe for most of the encounter. He must be exhausted beyond belief.

Genji pulls his mask off, and the deliberate distortion to his voice vanishes. He steps closer, putting one warm hand on his brother’s flank.

“Are you well, brother?” he murmurs. Hanzo only groans long and drawn out. His hole clenches pathetically. Genji lets his hand slide, thumb dragging round and round the glistening pout of his rim.

“That was six. You still good to go? Think there are a few more outside waiting to wreck you…” He eyes the desk to the side and the three unused toys on the towel there. He cups Hanzo’s balls and squeezes them. “‘Bout three I’d say.”

Hanzo whines on the other side. He’s been pretty much begging for this, but by now he’s as helpless as a kitten, hanging in the contraption bonelessly; just offering up his hole for the usage of other men.

Or, as it were, Genji who is too possessive to let anybody get their dirty fingers on his anija’s sweet body.

He smirks and murmurs: “Very well…” before putting the mask back in place. He takes the voice of one of the first encounters. Hanzo is too out of it to notice by this point. He wanders towards the desk and chooses one of the toys. Squat and fat and the surface littered with bulbs that are sure to make Hanzo thrash.

He glances at him while he slicks it up. Stares at the fat muscular thighs framing his flushed balls and the sloppy ruin of his hole. There are six tally marks on his ass and upper thighs and as Genji steps closer he adds a seventh.

Hanzo’s knees slowly sag away and he just hangs in the hole.

Genji slaps his thigh to make him jerk back up.

“Hey slut,” he drawls, affecting an accent that is reminiscent of McCree but still miles away. “Don’t be lazy. Show me that cunt.”

He obeys with some difficulty. His motions are slow, booted feet sliding on the ground. He lifts his ass, but Genji decides to make it a bit more difficult.

“Spread ‘em.”

It takes another two sharp swats to Hanzo’s thighs to make his brain function enough that he understands what is being asked. He pushes his arms through the hole he’s stuck through with difficulty, his hands grasping at his ass. Spreading himself open. Genji groans deep and heartfelt.

“Damn… I should make you pay *me* to fuck that ruined mess…”

He wonders what Hanzo thinks of the bumps littering the toy. Maybe he figures out that it’s not real. Maybe he thinks it’s one of the ugliest dicks ever fucking him. If so, he doesn’t seem to mind. He howls like an old, seasoned whore and dutifully keeps his ass spread.

Genji almost wants to actually see him getting railed in a dirty motel room; a string of balding business men with ugly cocks fucking his pristine, austere older brother. The thought is tempting; but he does not think he could temp down on his possessiveness long enough to make it happen.

It is difficult to share Hanzo. Nobody should know just how depraved his big brother is.

8th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 4th Fill

Reaper/Hanzo; Genji – shimadacest; rape; tentacle sex; chocking; rough sex; hair pulling; mild sounding – Reaper has got some toys and knows how to play with them.

The tentacle slides in deep, slippery and intrusive, and Hanzo cries out at the insane stretch of his rim, clamping down, inner muscles working to force the intruder out.

Genji surges forward on the chair he’s seated on, lifting up, but before his thighs can lose contact with the simple wood, the dark sinuous mass around Hanzo’s throat curls tighter, cutting off his air flow.

Genji plops down to the sound of his older brother’s desperate gurgling, Hanzo’s bound hands coming up and clawing at the tentacle that slips through his grasp like so much smoke.

Genji’s hands curl into frustrated fists, his angry tears hidden behind his visor.

Reaper laughs at him. At Hanzo. At the situation in general. He has a grand ol’ time and he’s making sure the brother’s know it.

“Why don’t you take it easy, Genji? I thought you were always one to enjoy a good show… Do you not like how pretty your brother looks speared open? *He* certainly seems to like it.”

Hanzo’s cock, forced into submission by the relentless, near violent pressure against his prostate, is dutifully hard, curved up into the air, bobbing gently with every slick, squelching thrust of the dark mass into his body.

He is stretched out, having to accommodate the tight grip around his throat, his spine arched and belly fluttering with quick little panting breaths.

Reaper has long since lost most of his human form. He is a dark, oily mass that has Hanzo enveloped, the inky tendrils lapping up at his sides and tickling his ribs.

“Take off your visor, Genji.”

Genji is rooted to the spot, staring, defiantly, then clenching his eyes shut when one tiny tendril starts curling around his brother’s fiercely swollen cock, the whispy end tickling the slit at the very top; flirting with the thought of dipping into his urethra.

“Take your visor off,” Reaper repeats, deep voice even more of a growl. Some of the playfulness has vanished, replaced with impatience. “I want to know that you are *looking* at him. I want to know you see what a *whore* your precious big brother is…”

Genji hesitates, fingers digging into the pliant fiber mesh covering part of his thighs. Hanzo’s sudden cry, quickly cut off by him gritting his teeth, has him jump to action. He unlatches his visor, face set in a deep scowl.

Reaper makes a sound like he’s purring with satisfaction, the tiny tendril carefully slipping back out of Hanzo’s flushed cock, taking with it a long string of pre-cum that stretches obscenely before finally snapping.

Hanzo’s cheeks are a dull red that quickly spreads down his throat and chest.

“Very good. You obey better now. They’ve tamed you, I take it.” Reaper’s eyes burn with some inner fire, staring at Genji above the swell of Hanzo’s shoulder as he directs the small tendril from before to gently curl around Hanzo’s sac and squeeze it.

Genji presses his lips into a defiant line. He will not give Reaper the satisfaction of answering. He stares right at his face, trying to ignore the way Hanzo’s bound hands jerk down, trying and failing to curl around the tendril around his testicles and pull it away.

The next sound he makes, however, has Genji looking despite himself: Hanzo jerking on the slippery mass impaling him and *moaning* low and rough, his face scrunching in humiliated mortification.

Reaper damn near howls with laughter.

“Oh so that’s it? That’s the spot?” he purrs, his face snuggling against Hanzo’s cheek like a lover. The thick tendril around his throat vanishes. Instead, something curls into Hanzo’s hair and pulls hard, baring his throat until Genji is sure his neck has to snap.

His fingers dig deeper into the fiber mesh lest he spring up and dash towards his brother.

Reaper’s movements become more rhythmic after that. An even, obscene push and drag motion that has Hanzo’s cock bob and his hands tremble, curled uselessly in front of his belly as he tries so hard to not react to whatever sinuous curl is making him lose his composure.

“Are you not getting desperate? Do you not want to get rid of this pesky… pressure? I’ve had you on edge for quite a while before your little brother stumbled in. You don’t want to show him how much you love taking it. How much you are addicted to me being able to fill your belly until you feel like you’re going to get sick…”

Reaper’s voice carries easily. He has never had trouble ensnaring an audience, and now, too, the Shimada brothers listen despite themselves.

Hanzo is baring his teeth, clenching his eyes shut. If he wants to deny the words, the effect is rendered useless by the sudden, almost shy shift of his hips: rocking on the thick tentacle spearing him open.

Fucking himself on it.

Genji’s mouth goes dry, his belly curling in a way that he can’t say whether it is dread or… something else.

“I know you want to come,” Reaper whispers, nosing against Hanzo’s cheek. “I’m not keeping you from it, you know. You can touch yourself whenever you want. There is no need for you to have to endure this any longer…”

Hanzo makes a weird sound; high and trembling like a whimper or whine. His hands are flexing helplessly, cock bouncing in the air. Reaper’s voice drops into an intimate murmur. He sounds almost… sympathetic.

“Just touch yourself.”

Genji watches, appalled, as Hanzo’s hands *do* move, then; sliding down, fingers trembling but becoming more sure as he takes his cock between his palms. Wrists bound as they are he has to use both hands to clumsily jerk himself off, but his face becomes slack when he feels the firm, familiar pressure of his own touch. Relieved.

He pleasures himself quick and shameless before his brother while Reaper keeps driving into his slack, warm body, chuckling all the way.