A very tiny (*cough cough*) drabble with a shrunk Hanzo… I didn’t know what I was doing, it was my first time writing anything remotely like this, so it’s… rough.
I also don’t take the blame on me own, so I’m dragging @robotfvckers and @kirinlust down with me.
Winston had said the effects of the machine would not hold on for long; that they needn’t worry about any prolonged aftereffects.
Jesse wasn’t sure how right he was; he wasn’t sure if he’d ever be able to forget the sight of Hanzo being shrinked to little more than thumb sized – and not for the reason anybody else wouldn’t be able to forget.
Yes, at first it had been funny; especially since Hanzo just stared back at their laughing faces with the utmost impassiveness. By now, almost a week later… it was… it was hot.
McCree couldn’t stop looking. Hanzo was as delicate as a tiny doll; his features so small and still so perfect, tiny body a marvel – and so very very familiar to McCree.
Familiar enough that he wondered how it would be if he…
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He couldn’t believe Hanzo was letting him do this to him.
Sitting in his palm, letting himself get carefully peeled out of his perfect little clothes while leaning back, tiny hand bracing against the ball of McCree’s thumb.
He was showing off; arching his back, presenting his small tits with the minuscule pink nipples. When Jesse reaches for him, his blunt, large forefinger looked obscene; the rough skin almost too much for the small bump of Hanzo’s nipple. Still – he could feel the tiny peak. Could see Hanzo’s face go lax, mouth dropping open.
There was no way for him to fuck this miniature version of his lover; he had been thinking about it, feverishly, fucking into his fist, wondering if he could maybe, with just enough lube, squeeze the very tip of his pinky into that horribly tiny opening-
(He’d wondered, staring down at the sight of his big, brutish fingers curled around his big, brutish cock – how it would be to have Hanzo curled around it; lapping at the glans with his tiny tongue; playing with the silky, generous foreskin with both goddamn hands. He’d wondered how it would be to have Hanzo’s whole body curled around his dick and squeezing it like…-)
“Jesse…” Hanzo’s voice was barely audible to human ears; he flushed, pressing his lips into a straight, strict line. He didn’t like talking in front of any of them; still, his body was more than eloquent; naked and tiny and perfect, his little cock cautiously interested. He was just as confused over this developments as Jesse.
Jesse stared, curled his thumb around, brought it between Hanzo’s legs, holding his lover in the palm of his hand; and carefully, gently pressed it against those perfect, round balls; sitting small and delicate beneath the line of Hanzo’s cock.
Hanzo’s eyes went wide, thighs spasming around Jesse’s digit; then he moved: jack knifing forward and curling around the thumb, hugging to it tightly, eyes clenched shut in a way that Jesse was wondering if he had hurt him – until he heard the noise; the soft little sigh that Hanzo allowed himself before he started jerking his hips, his small ass dragging against the wide palm of Jesse’s hand.
He sat down carefully on the edge of the bed, eyes never leaving his lover making love to his goddamn thumb; dragging his junk against the rough skin of it.
He wondered how Hanzo would like to get licked; bathing him in his tongue. Maybe dragging it across that tiny, rosy hole he had.
Oh god…
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