Tag: young!hanzo

4th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 1st Fill

Young Hanzo at a gloryhole. Breathplay

Someone stumbles in and crashes into the wall before he starts fumbling with his belt. Hanzo can smell the alcohol he spilled sloppily over his jeans, and gets desperately hot at knowing the man on the other side of the wall is drunk.

Drunk guys are always more uninhibited and eager to debase him. The thought makes him squirm, chest feeling like a warm little balloon is expanding inside him.

Two thick fingers appear in the whole and grope around clumsily.

“Where’s the cunt,” the man grunts and Hanzo leans forward, his hot breath warning enough. The man grunts again and suddenly his fingers are hooked into the side of Hanzo’s mouth, pulling him roughly closer. He makes a sound of surprise but goes along, his shaking fingers curling into fists on top of his thighs. He sits seiza. It gives him a special kind of satisfaction.

“There y’are,” the man – his customer – mumbles. He does not seem too concerned with getting his cock out. The wall separating them vibrates gently as the man leans heavily against it, his fingers sliding along Hanzo’s tongue languid and slow. They taste acrid.

He pulls out, wet fingertips sliding along Hanzo’s lips, then fingering the little silky patch of his goatee.

“Feels nice,” he comments idly, then lets his fingers slide back into Hanzo’s mouth who keeps it obediently open; even sidles closer to give him better access. He gags soft and wet when the man suddenly starts fucking deeper inside, trying to shove his fingers down his throat and only managing to make Hanzo drool liberally.

“Yeah,” he grunts, “Very nice. You’re a seasoned whore at this, hm? Fucking slut. C’mere.”

Hanzo’s eyes are glassy as he waits obediently, mouth open, drooling, tongue out and welcoming as the fingers retreat and the hole gets filled with something new; long and fat and much better prepared to try how sensitive his gag reflex is.

He wishes there was a way for the men on the other side to grab for his hair. He’d love to have them grunt fuck his skull, hands harsh in his hair, holding him so he can’t get away.

He knows he would love it; getting held harshly, his nose buried in unwashed pubes, suffocating as his throat bulges on just about anybody’s dick. Nothing but a cocksleeve.

Hanzo gags on the man’s cock as it bumps the back of his throat. He supposes he should learn how to take them without choking, but most of them like it that way. Like hearing his throat close up with a click and his wet struggle for air.

The man on the other side murmurs something low and slurred and for a second he stills before he awkwardly fumbles a couple fingers through the hole again, clamping them around Hanzo’s nose and cutting off his air.

Hanzo almost jerks away, heart thumping that much faster. There’s a sweet panic overtaking him as the man keeps his nose pinched and forces his cock deep. Hanzo helps thoughtlessly, bringing his face as close as possible to the hole, his eyes rolling into his head as his cock pulses out helpless, pathetic ropes of cum into his underwear just out of sheer excitement over the treatment.

He can hear the man on the other side vaguely spitting insults at him; calling him a cheap two dollar whore; a cum-bucket; a good for nothing cunt – and Hanzo feels hot and full and high on it.

He gasps for air when the cock suddenly pulls back, fingers leaving his nose, and his eyes are swimming with tears of desperation because he wants it back. He can see the fist through the hole, jerking that nice, fat dick that had used him like a toy just a few seconds prior.

“Open up, baby,” the man on the other side croons and Hanzo does so without second thought; lets him jerk off on his tongue while he is sniffly and weepy because he wants to be choked some more.

When the man leaves, he almost goes after him. He wants to crawl on his knees and lick his shoes if that is what it takes to get him to choke him some more while he fills him up to bursting with dick.

He gets the feeling gloryholes will not be enough for him for much longer.

He needs more.

Oooooh man I’m actually really feeling softdom!Young! Hanzo bullying older McCree??? Like Hanzo all proper and polite, and McCree totally overwhelmed and spoiled by this young prince? Maybe it steps a little bit into HardDom territory, with Hanzo teasing/edging McCree, who’s totally beholden to this vision of youthful beauty… maybe even Hanzo deigning to touch McCree’s cock with his impossibly delicate feet… if you’re feeling it, that is. If not, then that’s ok too! :)

Hanzo likes it when Mr. McCree takes him out to dinner, though not for the reason most people might assume. He enjoys the free food and company well enough, but his real enjoyment came from the needy, hopeful looks Mr. McCree shot him, and the knowing little glances they got from all around the tables. Those glances that told him the other patrons thought they knew exactly what was up: Hanzo being young and pretty and going to be fucked on Mr. McCree’s big cock sooner rather than later after the dinner.

He thinks it’s amusing that they think like that when both of them knew how the evening would really go.

“Sit down,” Hanzo orders him as soon as they step into Mr. McCree’s expensive apartment. His big hands flutter helplessly around Hanzo’s hips for a moment, obviously debating whether he should have a touch, but ultimately deciding against it. He blows out a long breath and sits in the chair Hanzo had indicated with a regal nod of his head.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” Hanzo asks him mildly, playing with his tie and slowly loosening the tight, perfect knot. Mr. McCree’s head tilts back, showing him his throat. He swallows hard and nods, watching the gape of Hanzo’s shirt.

Hanzo, noticing his distraction, smirks and stands up. He sheds the garment and cups a pec with one hand. Watches how Mr. McCree’s eyes bug out and his cheeks get ruddy red beneath his beard.

“Did you like ogling me tonight?” he continues.

“You’re way too pretty,” McCree agrees with a groan. He lifts his hands and drags them across his face. He looks like a man with an addiction, and Hanzo enjoys that very much.

“Open your pants. Show me your cock.”

Mr. McCree lets out a long, whistling breath through his nose. His hands are shaking as he fumbles with his pants, hectic as a young teen as he fishes inside his boxers and doesn’t manage to pull his cock out for the longest time.

When he finally does manage to wrestle it free from the wet fabric, he grunts in elation, slumping back, large barrel chest heaving as he presents Hanzo with the fat dick; ruddy red and with bulging veins. Not a pretty cock but so very, very tempting.

Hanzo’s mouth waters at the sight; the way Mr. McCree’s large fingers play unselfconsciously with the foreskin; pulling it back and displaying the shiny fat tip to Hanzo’s dark, intent gaze.

“You know what they think?” Hanzo murmurs as he slips out of his boots and leans down to pull off his socks. “They think I’m drooling on your cock right now. That you fuck my throat with that big, fat dick of yours.”

It is crude, and not his preferred way to talk, but he’s found out early how very much Mr. McCree likes it when he’s being lewd. Like now as he groans and tightens his fingers in a ring just beneath the swollen glans; milking a few drops from the slit.

“You like it that they think that way,” Hanzo states, rucking up his pant leg and lifting his foot; so smooth and unblemished looking next to McCree’s dark red dick.

It feels hot against the sole of his foot as he presses it up against McCree’s clothed belly. He allows himself a smirk as the older man immediately snatches his hand away; letting him play with his cock however he likes.

He is chuffing away like a steam engine, hands clawing at the armrests of his chair. His chin is on his chest, staring down at Hanzo’s toes curling and uncurling against the swollen head.

“If only they knew,” Hanzo murmurs, straightening his slim ankle to press the ball of his foot more firmly against McCree’s shaft. “That you pay me to be mean to you…”

A lil naughty something for @ikkanoodles frankly hot as fuck pics because… hhh… HHHHHHHHHH

The kid had been sweet on him since they met a couple weeks ago.

Oh, he tried not to show it; was pouting through long meetings with his old pa, sitting next to him in a sharp suit and looking like a million bucks, but McCree had been long enough in the game to know when someone was interested. Especially someone as young as the Shimada heir, those dark dark eyes slanting towards him any chance he got, trying to look bored and just managing to look a little less than stupidly eager.

McCree had been also long enough in the game to know when to act on it and when to just… let it simmer. He’d been like that once, too; cock perpetually wet and half-hard, ready and more than eager to shoot off at the slightest show of interest. God but had he been horny and primed for it 24/7.

He could also see the appeal in it, if he were being honest; a rugged older guy, laid back, calm, seemingly knowing what he was doing (and damned was that a good bluff on his part). He’d probably fallen for it if he’d been like that little heir: pretty and prissy and trying to step out of his father’s shadow while being flanked by a flock of guards.

He definitely didn’t feel obligated to dissuade the young man.

McCree was a lot of things – a drunk and lazy bastard first and foremost – but he was definitely not stupid.

If the kid sneaked into his hotel room every night, outwitting his guards and bringing bottles of booze with him… he’d not be the one to rat him out to the old guy.

Oh no. Definitely not.

He could get used to it, really. That nervous, buzzing energy radiating off the young man when he tried for the umpteenth time to find a good opening to climb onto Jesse’s sturdy lap; when he got sloshed on the booze and became a needy, hot panting mess, lips wet and greedy as he wiped that quick-tempered mouth against the scruffy beard on Jesse’s jaw, fingers weakly fumbling at his shirt, then whining high and breathless and seemingly dumbfounded every single time when his knuckles pressed into McCree’s chest, broad and warm and sturdy as the rest of him, the hairs crinkling against his shirt until it tickled…

He liked making out with the kid. He was so… appreciative of McCree, quick, smart hands grabbing at him as he squirmed his way between the older man’s thighs, rutting against the warm, inviting V of them until he was moaning soft and wet against McCree’s lips, trying to keep up with the slow, hypnotic drag of his lips and utterly failing.

By the time he came, shuddering through his quick, overeager little orgasm and clutching at McCree’s shoulders, McCree would be nicely buzzed and half-hard, one leg curled around the back of Hanzo’s thigh and letting him ride it out nice and easy.

He’d had to teach him how to enjoy a kiss; stop him from the wet, needy press of small, suckling kisses to really appreciate the slow drag of a tongue and the rasp of a beard that got his chin and cheeks pink.

His voice was deep and gorgeous already, but he preferred to let Jesse talk. He gruffly ordered him to, even, pressing close and gazing at him from beneath dark eyelashes, his little come-hither look already perfected to an art.

He liked listening to Jesse’s lazy little compliments, to his inane babbling – became warm and affectionate for it – and Jesse couldn’t say that he minded too much. Jesse was, when it came down to it, a man that liked the sound of his own voice, after all.

He even got used to waking up with the little heir in his bed, and how crazy was that? Having that warm silky skin pressed up to him, a round, small ass snuggled tight into the crook of his hips. Hanzo most often than not was awake before him, and all he could think of why he would stay put and quiet was that he liked his low, deep snoring and the stiflingly hot, heavy blanket of his body against his back.

That, and – damn was he just greedy for Jesse’s cock. Tried every opportunity he got to tickle it to life; make it go big and hard for him to play with; and while Jesse usually was lazy enough not to get more than half-hard – just have the kid have a taste of it, let his obviously overactive imagination do the rest and watch him go glassy eyes and short-breathed…

… he definitely had to notice that today he woke up more… amorous than usual, cock already wetting through his shorts, pressing up fat and robust against Hanzo’s ass while the kid tried to wriggle as inconspicuously as possible down on it, his flush already pinkening up his naked shoulders.

And boy was he lucky to have such a sweet little piece of candy…

“Well hello there, babydoll,” he drawls right into Hanzo’s ear, voice so deep and rugged from sleep, he can physically feel it rumble from his chest. “You ready for some fun?”

He wonders whether Hanzo could even understand his early morning half-asleep slur, but the young man is nodding eagerly enough.

Well then…

.o.

Hanzo’s legs are silky soft, and almost make him reconsider and just fuck into the warm space between them, if he didn’t have the distinct feeling that if he didn’t follow up on his promise, the kid would probably rip his cock off and take it as a trophy for how enamored he seemed to be with it.

So he just groped him a bit, hand large and rough as he cupped his ass and his thigh and squeezed them something good while the young man squirmed in front of him and became breathless and eager.

Jesse’s brain was still half-asleep and only thinking in primitive, sluggish bursts, letting him now when the feeling-up has gone on long enough and he should move on to other things, so it took him a while to figure out why it was strange to feel all that warm, silky skin against his body, squirming and heated and basically vibrating with eagerness: Hanzo was naked.

“Aren’tchu cold?” he murmurs and sleepily hooks his chin over the kid’s shoulder to look down his body – slim and muscled and toned in all the ways McCree wasn’t… all topped with the sweetest little dick straining up between those lush thighs, head dark pink and wet, flexing even as he was staring down.

Goddamn the kid was eager. Made high-pitched little sounds right from his throat that he tried to keep down as much as possible, just from getting felt up; have one large hand on his ass, squeezing, testing the give of the muscles – the other meaty arm shoved beneath his head to sleepily grope his tits which were practically pushing themselves into McCree’s palm.

“You already prepped?” he rumbles, fingers dipping between the cheeks and encountering Hanzo’s hole wet and soft and holy shit had he been doing this the whole time? Sneaking off in the early morning to finger himself needily in the en-suite bathroom, hoping Jesse would finally give in and dick him good and proper?

He groans wordlessly and drawn-out – wipes his mouth sloppily against Hanzo’s shoulder in a lazy half-assed kiss – and slowly pushes two fingers at once in, the slide deep and smooth and intrusive, his fingers thicker than Hanzo’s, especially around the bulky knuckles which he presses firmly into the velvety walls of his channel just a few centimeters in – and wouldn’tcha know it that does the trick already.

Hanzo doesn’t make any sound at all as he comes, arms clamping in a chokehold around the arm McCree has around his chest. He can feel the kid’s mouth against his biceps – wide open, the edges of his teeth pressing uselessly against his flesh as if he had wanted to bite and just forgot how to half-way through. His sleek, pretty cock is jerking between his desperately clenching thighs, pulsing out thin ropes of cum.

Jesse remains still as Hanzo milks him, thinking it will be enough to have the digits inside him – big and unrelenting and deep.

It’s when he hears Hanzo take a deep, rattling breath that he moves; murmurs a nonchalant “We good now? Ready for the next?” and starts moving in slow thrusts, pushes into the buttery soft clench of the tender muscles and pulls out slowly just to feel their wet clutch, then slides in back again while pressing his fingers into the spongy, silky walls that promise to hug his cock so well he gets a bit dizzy with the thought of it.

Hanzo whines but doesn’t protest. He’s still holding onto Jesse’s arm for dear life but is moving his knees up a little, giving himself and the gunslinger a better angle – and coincidentally making the soft drape of his spent dick slip between them as well, the oversensitive tip dragging against McCree’s thick wrist every now and then, making the kid gasp and squirm.

“Oh sweetheart. Darlin’. Babydoll.” He’s slurring. He’s horny and his eyelids are heavy and it’s hard not to doze away with how warm the kid is against his chest, how well his little virgin ass is keeping his fingers snug and comfy.

And he might have dozed off, too – might have just closed his eyes for a tad, because the next second he has Hanzo’s sharp elbow in his side and he is snuffling awake with a low grunt and eyes blinking disoriented and blurry.

“‘m awake, ‘m awake,” he mumbles, carefully pulling out his fingers and pawing at his shorts while hugging Hanzo a little closer to him with his other arm, trying to make up for his little lapse – and also contain eventual more elbows – until he finally manages to push his shorts down far enough to get his cock out…

… and then no more containment is needed because the moment his cock slaps heavy and a little wet against the curve of Hanzo’s ass and the bottom of his thighs, the young man becomes very still, except for the low vibration throughout his whole body.

“That what you want?” McCree mumbles, a small self-satisfied smirk on his face. Hanzo makes a strange sound at that, then squirms until he can reach down with one arm and get a hand on his ass – pull at the cheek to open himself up… or maybe try and reach farther down and curl it around McCree’s cock, he is not entirely sure.

What he is sure about is that Hanzo is getting almost laughably desperate, grinding down and wriggling around and trying is goddamned hardest to make Jesse finally stuff him – and who is he to deny him the treat?

“I gotcha, I gotcha,” Jesse soothes, croons, really, as he reaches down to grab his dick and give it a few lazy jerks, thumb pressing against the tip, knuckles brushing against Hanzo’s still messy cock in the process. He doesn’t think it’ll be soft for much longer – is almost sure it’ll come back to life as soon as he finally angles up enough to press the blunt tip of his cock against Hanzo’s opening; the wet little hole working furiously, mouthing at him, trying to pull him inside.

Goddamn but the kid was ridiculous in his eagerness.

“Calm down. I’ll give it to ya. There you go… There you…”

He forgets to finish the sentence, eyes falling closed again as he slowly works his hips, rocking, pushing, angling, making the soft muscles spread for the intrusion as he listens to Hanzo pant open mouthed, first quiet, then louder, then a little wheezing and bordering on panicked the wider he has to accommodate the thick tip of his cock.

Hanzo starts squirming the longer the initial push lasts; Jesse is taking his sweet ass time, hand still between their bodies, loosely curled around his cock, keeping it nice and steady as he rocks in. Every now and then his fingers will stretch and swipe the tips through the tacky mess of lube he pulled out with himself earlier earlier, rubbing it along the nervous clench of Hanzo’s rim and into the skin of his cock to easy the slip and slide some more.

When the thickest part of the glans finally pops in, he can feel Hanzo’s breath of relief. He turns his head and peeks at the side of the kid’s face, seeing how glassy his eyes were; wet with overstimulation, cheeks cherry red and mouth open wide to pull in enough air.

Jesse hums self satisfied and starts working his cock in for good, hips twisting, hunching, thick thighs tensing as he tries to cram his cock as gentle and patient as possible into the clutching orifice that had been so accommodating and eager when he fingered it earlier, but became less generous the deeper he fucked and made it stretch again around the fat girth of the middle of his hefty shaft.

Hanzo’s hands flew down, fingers claw-like in the meat of his thigh, his chest beneath Jesse’s restricting arm fluttering quick and bird like.

“Need a second?” Jesse asks lazily, hips still, cock pulsing and flexing within the warm channel. Hanzo nods, quick and sharp, body shuddering every now and then as his insides squeeze down on Jesse, obviously at war with simply accepting the enormous stretch and wanting to claw him open and make him go away.

He rides it out – almost falls fucking asleep again – as the kid drags up his nerves and finally unclenches his fingernails from Jesse’s leg and orders him with a shaky voice to “proceed”.

Even so – Jesse gathers up his arms, large hands around his wrists, and crosses them at his chest to keep him nice and compact and contained as he pushes in the rest of the way; making it quicker to reduce the panic he could practically taste bubbling in his young companion.

He grunts in relief when he is finally seated deep and snug, hips against Hanzo’s ass, feeling him squeeze and shiver all along the unrelenting girth of his cock.

Hanzo is making soft, fucked-out noises when he starts rocking; doesn’t even really fuck, just drags and slides a couple of centimeters along the warm clench and closes his eyes to sleepily enjoy the little piece of candy that has so willingly offered itself up for the better part of two weeks – and only a soft, high pitched “oh!” accompanied by the tight ripple of muscles against his cock alerts him to the fact that the young man came again, fast and sloppy and so easily primed for it that Jesse isn’t sure whether he’ll even get soft again before he’ll come a third time, speared on cock for the first time and obviously loving every second of it even if he’d been panicky in between.

He’s already taking it like a pro, now that the hardest part is over: is drooling happy and freely like a whore against Jesse’s biceps as he takes his cock, squeezing down lovingly every couple seconds as if making sure he was still there – was still spreading open his not-so-virgin hole, and was in the process of getting it sloppy and creamy with cum.

“Gonna fill you up,” he murmurs sleepily into Hanzo’s ear, the shell hot against his lips. “And then you gonna sit next to your daddy and let it keep you nice and warm. And when we all have a break and grab somethin’ to eat, you’re gonna steal that nice piece of ass into the restrooms because I think I might want to have a looksee for myself whether you were a good boy and kept it just as I told you to.

And if you’ve been a good boy, I might just have another warm, frothy load for you tonight. Gonna have to keep you nice and stretched now, after all, right? Not have that sweet little hole forget what I taught it today.”

I LIVE for hanzo getting gangbanged by shimada castle guards, its all i want T___T

Hanzo can just about close his eye before the cock in his left hand starts to spurt, one of the guards holding his head steady with a harsh grip in his hair as the warm, sticky mess starts to splash against him.

His tongue is lolling out, chest heaving in sharp drags of breath, utilizing that he doesn’t have a cock blocking his airway for a few seconds – until the next dick nudges his smeared cheek, rudely rubbing against him until he finally turns his head and licks it into his mouth.

He hears the faint swish of the sliding door and then a sharp curse.

“Again?? How much have I missed?”

“Master has been begging for it again. Ah… maybe an hour?”

“Shit. Stand aside. I’ve been thinking about nothing but pussy since I started my shift.”

Hanzo gurgles around the cock in his mouth, blindly groping for another one with his hand – but instead the guard between his legs slides out and another one takes his place; cock dry and still sliding in without a hitch, aided by the sticky, creamy mess already left.

“Need to ask for a raise,” someone murmurs, “keeping him satisfied is a full time job.”

Hanzo’s young, sleek cock is standing at attention, flushed pink and ready to burst in excitement. The tears from the beginning have long since dried up. He always was so weepy when he got the first cocks; not getting fucked for a couple days made him a mess.

“Is Nozaki’s shift done? Get him in here. I need a breather…”