2nd Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 8th Fill

McHanzo – Virgin Kink; SPH – Hanzo asked Jesse to fuck him and Jesse is surprisingly sweet about it… while managing to be a bastard at the same time

“Hah… J… Jesse…” Hanzo is clawing at the rumpled sheets, face mostly turned into the mattress. He’s already so worked up and Jesse has barely squeezed the tip of his cock into that peach pink hole Hanzo had offered him earlier.

Jesse’s voice is strained as he answers, trying and failing to sound not as on edge as he already feels with that silky heat wrapped around him and squeezing like a goddamn vice.

“Jus’… Jus’ try to relax…” He grabs at Hanzo’s hip, trying to keep him still as he angles his own leg for some leverage and pushes forward again. Lying on their sides makes it easier for Hanzo to accept the massive, unfamiliar intrusion – he thinks, at least – but it makes it more difficult to get his cock where he wants it to be so very badly.

Hanzo, true to form, does the exact opposite and clenches up sharp on the next couple inches and bows his back away from Jesse; though, Jesse notes as he scrabbles at him to keep him still again, he does not try to get away.

Jesse takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, then grunts: “Alright. Maybe like this-”

He hooks his cybernetic arm underneath Hanzo’s upper thigh and lifts it to take some of the wriggle room from him and also open his delicious virgin ass up further for his cock. Hanzo makes a rough sort of grunting cry and when Jesse works himself up onto his elbow to glance around the archer’s broad shoulders, he can see him slowly, almost dreamily lick at the hand he has balled into the sheets in front of his face, wet lips mouthing messily at the ball of his thumb as if he needed to be doing something with his needy mouth.

“There you go,” Jesse mutters, belly hot with need. He is surprised by his own eagerness. He can’t remember the last time he felt like this as he usually fucks slow and leisurely; almost lazily. Having Hanzo Shimada offer him the virginal clench of his tender ass is obviously doing things to him.

Not enough things, though, to not make him a bastard about it. His cybernetic hand, close to the source anyway, starts groping. Hanzo jerks and gurgles when Jesse gets his palm filled with the nice little handful that Hanzo is packing.

He sucks at the tip of Hanzo’s shoulder and makes sure to let him feel his beard as he cants his hips forward and feeds him more of his cock.

“Don’t need me askin’ why you are still all nice and untouched, hm?” he mumbles, thumb stroking soothingly across Hanzo’s cocklett like it’s a little animal. It is cute, really; so very short and a bit fat. A sweet little treat that Jesse can’t wait to suck into his mouth, but Hanzo shudders and flushes violently, inner muscles going lax all of a sudden to allow Jesse to slip inside to the hilt.

“Can’t hope to satisfy anybody with a little thing like that, mh? Seen clits that are bigger…”

He’s mean about it, but only because Hanzo likes it. He goes wild for it, small cock flexing adorably while Jesse can finally start in on fucking him slow and careful, using Hanzo’s distraction to get his ass stretched out on his dick.

“What a slutty little virgin,” he murmurs, tongue slipping out to drag wet and obnoxious along the cartilage of Hanzo’s ear. “Though you’re no virgin anymore now, hm? You’re a sloppy whore now… only good to take dick because your cock is so small and pathetic-”

Hanzo comes on his dick, quick and messy and way too early, but Jesse lets him have it, even pumps his cock through it. It’s his first time, after all.

take this very smol seadragon virgin Hanzo 😛 insp obviously by this pic from @ikkanoodles

Hanzo looks like he’s one wrong movement of Jesse’s away from plunging back into the sea and leaving the human sitting and frustratingly aroused – again.

Jesse halts where he kneels little more than an arm length away, eyes roving the gorgeous creature and trying not to fixate on the way his cocks had poked out; pearly white as the rest of his stunning tail, sliding out from their hidden sheathes, the slit a soft petal pink that playfully trailed down to his cloaca.

“Don’t go,” Jesse begs, biting his tongue when the sound makes Hanzo clutch his satchel of twinkling treasures tighter to his chest. The creature is watching him out of the corners of his dark eyes, mouth pulled into a little, pouty moue. His tail lifts, translucent fins glistening in the sun, then lets it splash noisily back into the water.

He’s as skittish as ever, but Jesse is determined to keep him close this time. He was so much different than Gabriel: Where Gabriel was almost difficult to shoo back into the brine and make him understand that their playdate was over (Gabriel had quite different opinions on who of the two was the one to end their little trysts), Jesse had to painstakingly watch his every move when around Hanzo to make sure the prissy creature wouldn’t dive right back in.

“You’re just a gorgeous thing aren’t you?” he coos, arm carefully stretching out beneath the troubled gaze. In his mind, he called Hanzo a princeling. He seemed just as fussy as one in any case. It had taken so long to even get him to come close – a lot of coaxing and the offering of a few shining coins, actually – and having him sit there, obviously just as affected and interested as Jesse was… it was like torture.

“You’re pretty pent up yourself, aren’t you? Liked watching me play with my cock?” It’s been his newest tactic; sitting a safe distance away, slowly jerking his cock and letting Hanzo watch; the curious, confused gaze of the creature almost enough for the moment. Hanzo’s eyes flicked down as if he understood, looking at Jesse’s cock hanging out from his pants heavy and wet.

“Let me look at what you got there, hm? Got the prettiest dick there… fuck… you got two?”

It hadn’t taken him long to realize that Hanzo loved any sort of praise; he doubted the creature understood the words but the tone of voice probably worked just as well in this case. Hanzo preened whenever Jesse cooed at him, and now was no different: one cock, the longer one, jerked a bit, the slit at the flared tip dilating a bit to ooze out thick pre-cum while the smaller one pushed out of the soft sheathe just a little bit more.

“Damn…” He touched the side of Hanzo’s tail, fingers almost slipping on the smooth scales. Here, too, he was so different to Gabriel; Gabriel was warm, skin soft as a human’s as long as he didn’t drag his palm against the grain. Hanzo on the other hand was cool and slick; not quite feeling like an ordinary fish but coming very close anyway.

“You like that, don’t you? Just stay there… sit nice and still. I’m going to make you feel so good… just trust me…”

He was babbling, hand inching over towards the gorgeous cocks. He couldn’t believe there were two. He couldn’t believe how soft the skin around them was, so pink and vulnerable and without any scales… silky and sensitive if the jerk of Hanzo’s tail was anything to go by.

“Just stay there… good boy…”

.o.

Hanzo wasn’t making a damn sound but he had let go of his satchel with one hand in favor of clutching at Jesse’s hair hard enough to pull a few out and make him tear up.

He had his head in the creature’s lap and his mouth stuffed with the small, tapered cock, tongue dragging slow and careful against it, licking and occasionally suckling while Hanzo’s tail thrashed and pounded against the stones on the shore.

It was a little frightening to be honest; Hanzo wasn’t as gentle as Gabriel had been; he seemed far less in control, yet still Jesse didn’t budge and let the long cock slap wet and meaty against the side of his face while he blew the smaller nub.

If he didn’t knew better – hadn’t been able to witness first hand how wet Hanzo got, both cocks drooling liberally, one of which Jesse slurped up noisily – he would have thought he was hurting the creature. As such, he couldn’t help himself but soothingly rub the shining tail, hand inching closer towards that sweet little cloaca until he was able to round it with two fingers and feel its almost desperate little contractions.

He pulled back with a lewd pop, staring right at Hanzo’s face. He was flushed a strange kind of blue up to the tip of his pointed ears, and only when Hanzo leaned a little back, both arms curling in a protective manner around his satchel, did he realize how close he was to the creature; that he’d never been allowed to almost sit on him, hands all over the pretty tail and feeling him up.

As he looked down, he could see how the longer cock jerked; gracefully curved and so thick in the middle that Jesse’s belly clenched with the need to sit down on it and feel the flared strange tip rub up against his insides.

“Such a pretty boy you are,” he assures Hanzo, thumbing at the smaller cock that reminded him so much of a juicy clit – especially when Hanzo jerked and made a sound, muffling the awkward warbling cry into the leather of his satchel.

your virgin!hanzo….. im living

ch4tte:

me too anon. i love hanzo’s untouched pretty peach pink butthole

to be honest I often stare at this pic and wonder how the tattoo process was handled. Was the artist rude to virgin!Hanzo? Did he make him pull his cheek to the side and show off his lil untouched hole so he could ‘better reach’?

did he rub a latex-gloved finger not-so-subtly across that lil peachy muscle on ‘accident’? did his knuckles rub against those delightful soft balls?

(did he take pictures while Hanzo was pressing his flushed sweaty face into the desk?)

I’m just… thinking about this a lot…..

yo! small Shimadacest beneath the cut! Please don’t read if you are not comfortable with that.

Based off of this pic by @ch4tte after asking for permission 😀

“G-Genji!”

Hanzo sounds so horrified, and when Genji peeks over his shoulder, he’s sitting there frozen in shocked indecision. Like he still can’t believe his little brother was lewd enough to let him watch his fingers slip around and into the flushed little slit of his opening.

His hands, Genji notices, are clamped around his cock, as if trying to shield it from view – or maybe he just needs to hold on to something for comfort while he shamefully stared at his little brother’s ass; the way it opened up around his experienced fingers; the round, soft sack of his balls swaying just beneath.

Because he hadn’t… stopped watching, that is. Hanzo liked sounding scandalized and horrified with Genji’s every action. He liked being indignant, because being contrary to Genji meant being the older brother. The more responsible one. At least in Hanzo’s mind.

It didn’t make him look away from his brother’s lewd display, however; and it didn’t make him stand up and leave the room, telling Genji he would not play along with his quick, little idea.

The thing was, that Hanzo obviously was intrigued. He leave because he didn’t want to leave. He wanted to stay and watch and see how depraved his little brother could get.

“I think I’m ready,” Genji pants. His head feels hot and his sight is swimming in and out of focus. They both groan when he pulls out his fingers and they hear the resulting wet pop. Hanzo looks mortified and turned on from the wet, little sounds – the soft gape of his brother’s hole – and Genji can see how he’s practically strangling his cock. The poor tip is already flushed dark.

“C’mon. Now or never.” Genji wriggles his ass; tries to make his hole wink for Hanzo. He’s not sure Hanzo would even see it. He was staring at him but had a slightly glazed expression in his eyes that seemed to be far away.

“Onii-chan,” Genji wheedles. He goes down onto his elbows and arches his back down. He can feel the cool air of the room against his wet hole and it is as exciting as it is uncomfortable. He is shivering and needy and even though he tries to not let it show, it is embarrassing to have his older brother stare like that.

He kind of wants to reach back again; at least curl his fingers around the soft swell of his balls and shield them from Hanzo’s scrutinizing, intense gaze.

Genji wonders what it would take to finally get Hanzo to do it – whether there even was something that would succeed – when suddenly there is movement behind him and a moment later he nearly gets pushed flat onto his face by his brother’s body draping across his back.

Genji wants to laugh and jeer in excitement – he doesn’t say anything. Hanzo’s cock has found his hole with sheer dumb luck, the very tip slotting against the wet gape of his slit.

Hanzo – apparently shocked by just the small contact – involuntarily jerks his hips forward, sliding in a couple centimeters that spread his little brother around the flared tip of his cock.

Genji can’t breathe. Hanzo is panting above him like a little, scared bird.

“I-It’s okay,” Genji stutters breathlessly. His ears are ringing. He thinks he needs to soothe Hanzo and calm him down and – Hanzo is jerking again. Fucking forward into his brother, his balls touching Genji’s. He’s in to the hilt and Genji can feel the gentle burn of the stretch warm him down to his toes and up into his belly.

Hanzo is hunched over him, forehead pressed against the nape of his neck; a high, almost scared whimpering sliding from his throat.

Genji involuntarily thinks about the ‘official’ Hanzo. The one that sat pretty and unreachable to his father’s left side, surveying the table with aloof intelligence.

It was hard to reconcile him with the creature rutting into him with little, harsh jerks of his hunched hips. Genji loved to know that he was the only one that ever saw his brother like this.

Hot headed. Clumsy. Drowning in his own body’s need.

“G-Genji,” Hanzo stuttered. Genji could feel his arm curling around his hip, hand curling against his chest and holding on for dear life. For comfort.

Genji struggled back onto his hands, pushing up his brother’s weight lying heavy across his back.

Hanzo’s cock was a big, warm presence inside his belly; rutting rabbit quick and setting his nerve endings on fire.

“Brother!” Genji whined, elbows shaking and belly tightening with fire.

Hanzo was fucking like the devil was behind them. His face, mashed into the nape of Genji’s neck out of embarrassment, felt almost unbearably hot.

Genji wondered excitedly if he would hold on long enough to make Genji come as well – or whether he could make Hanzo suck his balls afterwards while he jerked off onto his face.

He was sure he would be able to talk his big brother into it. Hanzo always pretended like he hated Genji’s ideas – but in the end he went along with them every single time.