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frozenbound · 1 year

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ah I was the anon who asked "how many times Genji can milk both Hanzo and Cole in a day?". I just wanna ask if a full fic of both of them just going ham at Genji then writing marks on hin indicating hoow many times they just came in/at him.

Welcome back, Anon, and thanks very much for both the question and the request!!

I decided to combine this with my No Nut November Shimadacest headcanon and request. I hope you don't mind, but I figured it would help these guys out to build up a little before this little project.

Thanks again!!! Genji having a milking marathon with Cole and Hanzo, coming right up under the Read More!

It's happened.

It's finally happened.

Genji has completed No Nut November.

Thirty days of blue balls. Thirty days of watching Hanzo’s pecs bounce on the treadmill in the gym. Thirty evenings of Cole’s hairy skin pressed against his as he lay sprawled across Genji and Hanzo’s laps at the end of each day as they watched TV or read or simply talked. Thirty increasingly sleepless nights spent sandwiched between the two perfect men, feeling their breaths ruffle his hair, each and every one of their exhalations sending a drip of precum sliding out of his painful, straining erection.

But he's done it.

For the first time in twenty years, he's done it.

Hanzo and Cole were so proud of him last night. They've been abstaining, too, of course, so they've been avoiding mentioning or discussing anything the least bit sexual among themselves in an effort to help him get through the month, but they're not made of stone. They're also carrying around near-perpetual boners at this point, and last night the brimming, close to overflowing sexual energy was palpable.

Cole even sat up rather than feel Hanzo and Genji’s dicks poking into him all evening, as though he was afraid one wrong move might set them…or himself…right off.

It's been difficult.

Now, however, Genji is going to make it worth it.

But, interestingly, while Genji has missed cumming…

…he's missed cum a lot more.

Now there’s thirty days of backlog to milk out of his boyfriends’ balls, and he's going to have all of it.

All of it.

Genji wakes up bright and early on December first, and the first thing he’s aware of, the first thing he’s been aware of for three weeks, are the erections prodding against his stomach and his buttocks, Hanzo snuggled up behind and Cole hugging Genji’s head to his chest.

It’s warm and safe and utterly, utterly domestic, so he takes a few moments…which turn into a few minutes…to savor everything that he and his boyfriends have built together.

Then he very, very carefully extricates himself from their double embrace, and, bless them, but when his warmth has disappeared, they both shift forward searchingly, and embrace each other, with Cole’s head tucked under Hanzo’s chin, and Genji scrambles as quickly and quietly as possible to grab his phone and take a few pictures, because the sight is just too perfect for his mind’s eye alone.

Then he tears himself away.

Hanzo laughingly but wisely asked Winston to give them all the day off once it became apparent that the grand event was likely. His older brother doesn’t expect to spend the entire day in bed, though. He expects to wake up with his cock hard and leaking alongside Cole’s in Genji’s mouth or ass, and, after a mindblowing orgasm, he expects to spend the morning training, the afternoon taking care of errands and small tasks that have gone by the wayside for whatever reason, and then the evening in their quarters for an encore.

He’s not wrong.

But Genji’s got slightly more grandiose plans.

Starting with breakfast.

His boyfriends like things simple, and they both like fried eggs, which makes Genji’s job easy indeed: two fried eggs over a bowl of rice for his brother, two fried eggs over two slices of toast for his cowboy.

He keeps things even simpler: a bowl of chocolate puffs with milk waiting on the side, because he’s an adult now and nobody can tell him what to do. The milk is on the side, though, because it will be a little bit before any of them sit down at the table, and longer still before Genji does.

The table set and ready in the little kitchenette-slash-living room of their quarters, he returns to the bedroom and crawls under the sheets…from the foot of the bed.

Hanzo and Cole’s cocks are snuggled together as tenderly and cutely as their owners, and Genji licks his lips at the sight of them in the dim light even as it touches his heart a little.

Then he snuggles his face against them, feeling the smooth, shaved skin of Hanzo and the trimmed yet hirsute skin of Cole, and he inhales the mixture of their scents deeply into his lungs.

After a month, he could nearly cum from this alone.

But now that he’s here, at the end of the road, and the suspense of will he or won’t he have enough willpower for the first time in twenty years, and will he trip right at the finish line as the end of the month drew nearer and nearer…all of that is gone and finished, and only bonedeep satisfaction and pride remain, and, most interestingly, Genji’s definitely as hard as a rock and dripping like a faucet, but he has a firm and complete control over his body that he’s never really experienced before, like a steel pressure cooker that’s flexing and bulging from the boiling liquid within but in no danger of bursting or exploding until he himself pushes the release button.

So it’s surprisingly easy to remain in place, his nose buried right under his boyfriends’ shafts up against their ballsacks, and simply breathe.

The pressure builds within him, but he is more than equal to it, and the need within him sharpens every sense, so that Genji can smell every note of aroma, can feel the pulse of his lovers through their skin. It’s incredible.

He has no idea how long he lies there, lost in the heady, musky atmosphere, before he hears a deep chuckle.

“At long last,” Hanzo murmurs, and Genji all but purrs when his thick fingers reach down to stroke through his green hair. “I am so proud of you, Genji. You’ve wanted this for a long time. Congratulations.”

“Thank you, brother,” Genji whispers back, his lips moving against the soft skin of Hanzo’s testicles. “It’s been a long time coming.”

Hanzo shivers under every syllable, but his self-control has always been legendary, and his fingers never falter as they comb through Genji’s hair, lightly scratching his blunt nails against Genji’s scalp. Genji simultaneously relaxes and winds up, his cock jumping and clamoring for attention, but every other muscle loosening under his brother’s gentle touch.

“Hey, there, darlings,” Cole says with a voice thick with sleep. “Today’s the day, huh?” Genji feels him shift as he begins to peck slow, light kisses across Hanzo’s face. “Couldn’t come soon enough, I tell you what.”

Genji chuckles, and Cole hisses at the feel of Genji’s thin, stylized beard rubbing against his sensitive, hairy skin. “We’re only waiting for you, cowboy. Hurry up and wake up and I’ll get started.”

“With a promise like that,” Cole says, sounding much more awake. “But wait…you’ll get started?”

“Yep,” Genji replies cheerfully. “You two have to serve me, remember?”

“Oh yeah,” Cole says thoughtfully. “Well, dang, then how long are you gonna torture us, then?”

“Oh, ye of little faith.”

Genji rises and throws the blanket off the bed, exposing Hanzo and Cole’s glorious musculature and ink to his hungry eyes. Hanzo has been toying with finally finishing his tattoo, but in the meantime, Cole has been busy, getting desert roses intermingled with cherry blossoms across his clavicles. They look up at him with such love and horny ardor that Genji nearly cums right there, but no, not yet.

Not for a few hours more.

Hanzo and Cole, on the other hand…

He takes hold of their limbs with strong, purposeful hands and wrestles them into position, and their eyebrows shoot up and their lips part in surprise when they realize what he’s up to.

Soon they’re lying with their hips and throbbing, thick cocks flush against each other, Genji straddling them both.

Their cocks are so wet and shiny that Genji scarcely believes he really needs to be standing here, hunched over slightly, his fingers working his long disused entrance open, his own cock dripping onto his boyfriends as he makes the slipping, popping noises as loud and obscene as possible, until Hanzo and Cole are panting from the sound and sight alone, their fingers clutching the bedsheets to keep themselves from doing something drastic.

Then all three of them sigh in unison when Genji squats.

Then they moan when Genji feels two blunt cockheads press against his hole.

The pair squirm against each other for a few moments, slick and slippery, until together they spear through Genji’s rim, and for the first time in weeks, Genji feels completion creeping into his body as he breathes slow and deep and sinks onto the two rods of his lovers, crying out when they squeeze past his neglected prostate, until he has them fully seated in his soft, tight, intense heat.

“Genji,” Hanzo pants.

“Genji,” Cole breathes, and the timber and tone of their voices, overlaid with such need, is music to Genji’s ears.

He begins to rise up and lower down, his own dick bouncing with each motion and throwing off thick droplets of precum, and the two men below him absolutely lose. Their. Minds.

“Yes! Yes! Oh, Genji! Oh, my sweet, wonderful Genji! Fuck yourself on us! Milk us dry! Yes! Yes!” they babble, their words piling on top of each other in the midst of wordless yells and gasps, and it’s so, so good to hear their lust again. Absolutely wonderful.

Hanzo is the first to seize up and let out a groaning shout, and from the look on Cole’s face, he nearly has heart failure at the feeling of Hanzo’s cock, pressed so impossibly close to his, spurting out a veritable flood of hot, molten semen that immediately coats both of them, instantly making Genji’s interior even slicker and hotter and more perfect than ever.

It takes only a few more thrusts for Cole to unleash his own wordless yell and his own endless torrent, and Genji buries them inside himself to the hilt as they pulse within him and writhe underneath him, an absolutely sublime picture.

Slowly, slowly, they go still but for their heaving chests and shivering muscles, each feeling the other twitch under the gentle caress of Genji’s body and the sensation of the heat of their essence melding into Genji’s own heat, the three of them coming together once more in the most intimate, wonderful way they know how.

Then, Cole chuckles. “Alright,” he growls, trying to sit up, his eyes set on Genji’s weeping erection.

“No.”

The imperious and cold tone surprises both his lovers. They freeze underneath him and look up at him with something bordering concern, but Genji smiles.

He slowly dismounts, sighing as they pop out of his puffy red rim, and then he crawls onto all fours and sticks his ass into the air, his dick swinging beneath him, heavy and straining. “Clean me up,” he orders, “but don’t you dare touch my dick.”

Hanzo and Cole look at each other, but they don’t question Genji’s order or the fact that he’s picked a strange angle that places his head near the bedside table. Instead, they obey, turning over and crawling to mash their faces together as they plunge together into the valley between Genji’s asscheeks.

Genji shudders under the assault of their soft tongues and rough facial hair rubbing with such delicious friction against the sheltered skin as they seek out every drop of cum leaking out from his oversensitive hole as it tries in vain to wink closed after being stretched so far. They don’t allow any of it to drip onto the sheets to join the almost soaked patches of Genji’s precum as he continues to leak freely, his foreskin fully rolled back and his cockhead dark purple.

“Genji,” Hanzo murmurs right up against his hole. “Genji, you need us so badly. Let us take care of you, brother.”

“No,” comes the unexpected reply. “But what you can do…”

Genji reaches over to the bedside table and retrieves a felt-tip permanent marker and holds it behind himself.

“...is write down two marks.”

There is a short, stunned silence, then Cole, chuckling the entire time, accepts the marker and writes two lines on Genji’s left asscheek. “Does this mean…?” he asks as he clicks the cap back on.

“I’m all nice and clean now,” Genji cuts him off. “Time for breakfast! It’s ice cold by now because of you sleepyheads, but let’s get the day started.”

And he rolls away from Hanzo and Cole and off the edge of the bed and stands, grinning down at their bemused expressions before he grabs the marker and walks away, making sure to sway his hips as invitingly as possible.

They follow like dopey puppies, and they exclaim at the meal awaiting them, and they sit down with words of thanks and wonder…that get cut off when Genji kneels and then shuffles under the table.

Underneath, their legs spread automatically and their cocks chub up, but it’s still a little too soon for another full erection. Genji doesn’t mind.

Hanzo always recovers first, though, so he’s the first to sigh dreamily at the feel of Genji’s wet mouth engulfing him. He doesn’t leave Cole out in the cold, though; he wraps his fingers gently around his half-erection as he suckles and licks at Hanzo’s, and both men moan above him.

“How are we supposed to eat under these conditions?” Hanzo asks, only half-seriously. “I’m going to choke and die.”

“Better choke him first then, I’d say,” comes Cole’s mischievous answer, making Hanzo laugh.

They set about trying to eat because they know that’s the scenario Genji wants and they do their best to deliver.

Genji can forgive them for getting distracted, though. When Hanzo’s penis finally swells to its full length, the spongy cockhead emerging to bump against Genji’s soft palate and leaking anew, it’s another minute or two at least before his older brother remembers to start eating again.

Meanwhile, Cole is still soft under Genji’s fingers, his head hooded under his foreskin, but that’s just fine. Genji loves the feel of him hard or soft, and his balls are equally hefty and loose in their sack either way as Genji cups them and rolls them gently around.

Hanzo then gulps down a mouthful of food and lets his chopsticks clatter on the table as he mutters “Finally,” and pushes away from the table, making Genji follow, regretfully letting go of Cole in the process. His brother’s eyes are burning as he watches Genji bob up and down on his dick before letting him pop out and lick up and down the wet length and tongue at his balls.

Then he grunts and lets his head fall back, and that’s all the warning Genji gets before Hanzo unleashes spurt after spurt of thick, white cum all across his face.

Genji opens his mouth wide, but he’s content to let the majority of it wildly miss the mark and paint his cheeks, beard, and hair.

Hanzo breathes heavily above him, shifting in his seat, until the last weak spurt dribbles down the underside of his cock, and he jumps a little when Genji dives in to lick it off his balls.

“Genji,” Hanzo murmurs. “You are magnificent. Won’t you let me…”

“Brother,” Genji interrupts again. He holds out the marker.

Hanzo takes it with a confused look.

Genji grins up at him. “On the cheek, please.”

Hanzo flushes deep red.

With a trembling hand, he draws a single line delicately on Genji’s left cheek.

“I think,” Cole whispers, watching them both breathlessly, “that I know how today’s gonna go.”

“Do you?” Genji says with a smirk. “Good. Off to the shooting range, now, brother. I may drop in on you to see how you’re doing later.”

Hanzo is a little too boneless to get up right then and there, but that’s not a problem. It means he gets to watch his little brother, his face still covered with his cum, shuffle over to Cole and begin working him back to full hardness with his lips and tongue instead of his fingers, with near-immediate effect, especially when the familiar but long-missed odor of Hanzo’s cum wafts up into Cole’s face, making him sigh fondly and thrust shallowly into Genji’s mouth, his breakfast half-eaten and temporarily forgotten.

Hanzo stays long enough to watch Cole sweat and mutter and tense and listen to Genji slurp and suckle and lick until Cole gasps, his eyes rolling back, and Genji grins triumphantly as he sits back a little to let his cum splash across his face to join Hanzo’s.

The only dry place on his face now is right next to the tally mark on his cheek, and Cole dutifully writes another one alongside it.

“Can’t wait,” he murmurs, stroking along Genji’s bearded jawline, smearing semen the entire way. “Can’t wait.”

Genji smiles. “See you around, cowboy.”

Then he scurries out from under the table, plunks himself into his chair, and cheerfully pours milk over his cereal, and both his boyfriends chuckle as Hanzo stands to leave and Cole tucks back into his ice-cold breakfast, all smiles.

Cole’s surmise is entirely correct.

As soon as Genji finishes eating, he cheerfully waves goodbye to Cole and heads out to find Hanzo.

He’s still covered in cum.

That’s no problem for a cyborg ninja, though. He remains out of sight of the Watchpoint’s other denizens, though, when he happens upon Soldier: 76 in the hallways and has to sneak around him, he hears him sniff suspiciously at the air, undoubtedly at the scent that’s trailing behind Genji with every step he takes, but Genji leaves the old man behind none-the-wiser.

He heads for the shooting range, a pulse of giddy, exhibitionist glee shooting through him.

Then he slips into the range, and he stops for a moment to admire the tableau of martial beauty and precision before him: Hanzo stands proud and tall as he breathes slowly and evenly and lets arrow after arrow fly from his bow to split its immediate predecessor neatly in two in the exact bull’s-eye.

His big brother is incredible, Genji thinks dreamily.

Then Hanzo takes in a deep, deep breath, and Genji knows the aroma of sex, the mark that Hanzo and Cole have left on Genji’s skin, has wafted over to him.

But his big brother knows exactly how to please Genji. He continues to breathe deep, but otherwise he keeps firing, even as Genji sidles up to him…

…kneels down…

…and shuffles around him to nuzzle at the bulge in Hanzo’s trousers, even as Hanzo nocks and aims and lets an arrow fly above him.

Hanzo doesn’t falter when Genji tugs his trousers down to free and swallow down his cock once again, but Genji can tell it’s a close thing.

Then he stops paying attention altogether to bows and arrows and focuses entirely on his brother’s delicious cock on his tongue.

He does try not to jostle Hanzo in any way as he licks and swallows up his salty taste, because he’s just naturally accommodating.

Hanzo, red-faced, sweating, taking in a sharp breath whenever Genji brushes the tip of his tip against the base of his shaft right above his balls, manages to score one last bull’s-eye before he squeezes his eyes shut and hunches forward ever-so-slightly as he releases another torrent onto Genji’s waiting tongue.

Genji has an openmouthed grin when Hanzo opens his eyes again, his tongue stuck out to display just how much spunk Hanzo had in him despite this being the third time he’s cum in less than an hour.

Then he swallows and raises the marker.

Hanzo laughs softly, but he deftly draws another mark on Genji’s cheek.

Hanzo will be training for at least another two hours, which is fine with Genji. He’ll know where to find his brother after he’s done with Cole.

The cowboy is in Winston’s lab, sitting in front of Winston’s desk with his feet propped up on it. He sniffs at the air and does a double take when Genji comes up, looking around the huge empty room and even out the huge window before them.

“Genji!” he whispers, eyes wide. “Winston went out to talk real quick with Tracer, but he’ll be back any minute!”

“Better make this quick, then,” Genji replies, waggling his eyebrows. “That’s what you get for getting roped into work on your day off.”

Cole rolls his eyes. “I ain’t working. I’m checking in with Winston about your birthday party next month. The one he’s gonna cancel when he finds you…finds you…mmm…”

Genji has crawled underneath the bridge of Cole’s legs and then, forcing them apart but leaving his feet on Winston's desk, has straightened up on his knees, unzipped the cowboy’s jeans, freed his erection, and begun nursing right on the cockhead.

Cole doesn't have much to say after that, particularly when Genji starts pumping his shaft with his hands while laving at his cockhead and slit.

He does groan a lot, though. Winston would have heard him long before he saw Genji if he returned through the doors downstairs, but he doesn't, so it's fine.

Soon enough, Cole lets out a short, strangled yell and Genji has a mouthful of tart, bitter semen to swallow down. He holds it on his tongue and savors it while Cole draws another mark on his cheek before he ducks back under Cole’s legs.

"Gotta start adding to the tally on your other cheek," Cole calls after him as he hurries away.

"What do you think I'm going to go do right now?"

And, indeed, when he returns to the shooting range, Hanzo is sitting on a bench, taking a short break, and he chuckles when Genji tugs his trousers down around his ankles…then gasps when Genji clambers into his lap and sinks down in a precision strike right onto his dick.

Hanzo is a lot quieter than Cole, but his pants and hisses and the slap of his skin against Genji’s still echo through the room as he spears into Genji’s welcoming, silken interior and into his own lubricating essence, and Cole's, of course.

He hugs Genji tight and grinds his little brother’s body down onto his cock when he comes, breathing hard between Genji’s pecs as he does so, shuddering from head to toe.

He feels so good pressed up against him like this that Genji can’t help but lay a kiss on the crown of his head, smiling when Hanzo lets out a small gasp at the tender gesture.

Then Genji climbs off of him, turns around, plants his feet shoulder-width apart, then bends forward until he is grinning at Hanzo between his own legs, and holds out the marker.

Hanzo looks both exasperated and fond of how quickly Genji can switch from tender to lewd and back again, but he dutifully marks down another line, trailing his fingertips down Genji’s thigh at the same time.

Then Genji straightens up, blows a kiss to his brother, and marches out, clenching hard to keep from leaking too much.

Cole has finished up his business with Winston and is now standing in the rec room. Genji has to wait, hidden in the shadows, for Reinhardt to finish up a boisterous tale before the giant man suddenly realizes he is late for an armor calibration with Brigitte and hurries out.

Cole shakes his head smilingly at Reinhardt’s back and turns around and starts when he finds Genji on all fours on the floor, his ass sticking up in the air, his hole wet and winking.

"Jesus," Cole mutters fervently as he unbuckles his belt and sinks to his knees. "It's good to have your kinky ass back."

"Less talk, more fuck, Cole," Genji replies, but Cole is an excellent boyfriend and is already sinking into him before he finishes the sentence.

Then he pounds into him right there on the rec room floor, with the doors to the hallway left wide open for anyone to walk through, and the thought of that, how wanton, how obscene it is, is the closest Genji gets to releasing his own boiling load all over the rec room floor, but he manages to hold off. Barely.

The rest of the day is heavenly.

Genji crosses back and forth, sneaking his way from Hanzo to Cole and back again, and his boyfriends, despite having such a backlog, are shooting largely dry orgasms by lunchtime, plus Genji’s hole is loose and leaking and his jaw aching, but Genji has a solution for all three problems.

Hanzo groans when, instead of slipping inside Genji’s sloppy hole for the tenth time, his cock goes between Genji’s slick, slippery, tight, muscular legs, and since they're on the rooftop overlooking the sea, only a particularly sharp-eyed and horny sailor on the container ship passing by might see Hanzo shivering and jolting on the ground, under Genji and between his thighs, as Cole watches in rapt attention, their lunch laying to one side.

"There’s room for one more, cowboy," Genji admonishes with a raised eyebrow, and soon Hanzo and Cole’s dicks are slipping and sliding against each other for the second time that day.

This has the added benefit that Hanzo and Cole can coat each other with hot spunk, because Genji’s thighs can relax and tighten and rub and squeeze together so sweetly and deliciously that they draw upon an hitherto inaccessible well deep within his lovers.

And Genji just knows there's more where that came from.

And indeed, Hanzo squirts two more loads, one onto the ground in the garden where he meditates after lunch and the other onto the workout bench in the gym.

Cole also has two more loads, but he insists on grunting lowly and withdrawing from Genji’s tight embrace to splatter his cum across Genji’s stomach in the pantry and his back in the utility closet.

There are plenty more dry orgasms besides, because Genji’s mouth and asshole bounce back fairly quickly.

Finally, as the sun sets and fills the Watchpoint with a deep red-orange glow, Cole and Hanzo return to their quarters to find Genji on all fours beneath the table, and steak and baked potatoes and romantic, lit candles on top.

Hanzo and Cole enjoy the excellent dinner while Genji, finally conceding that he’s gotten everything his lovers can offer, merely warms Cole’s cock in his mouth and Hanzo’s cock in his ass, comfortably and wonderfully full as he listens to them talk and laugh above him through a haze of scintillating scents and flavors drifting through his immense satisfaction.

Then Hanzo and Cole disengage, draw Genji out from under the table, and all but bodily carry him into their bedroom and deposit him on his back on their bed.

Cole taps the tally marks on both his cheeks. "Eighteen."

Hanzo taps the tally marks on both his asscheeks. "Fourteen."

"Amazing, darling," Cole murmurs into Genji’s ear before pressing kisses down his jawline.

"We're proud and, frankly, astounded," Hanzo adds as he hitches Genji’s knees over his shoulders.

"Your turn," they say in near-unison, and Genji shouts when his ballsack is engulfed in Hanzo’s mouth and his shaft buried in Cole’s, their heat swarming into his core and making him instantly drenched in sweat as his long, long, long-neglected cock, primed almost to bursting by one endless month and then by one perfect day, is finally back in service.

His nerves have not been the least bit dormant in that time. If anything, they've been humming with electricity nonstop since day one, prepping themselves, aching, clamoring, yearning.

Now they seize on Hanzo and Cole’s touch like a lion's teeth around the throat of a gazelle, stopping Genji’s breath just as effectively.

It's ecstasy on a scale he's never known, never dreamed of. He's had bolts run through him before but never lightning, flames but never a wildfire, tremors but never an earthquake.

All of it and more rocks through him now, so strong and so all-encompassing that he can't even come for several blissed-out, interminable, white-hot minutes as Hanzo rolls his balls over his tongue and Cole swallows his cockhead into the confines of his throat over and over and over.

When his body finally remembers it's supposed to orgasm, Hanzo feels Genji tense, almost contort, and drops his wet, cooling ballsack to lick and tease and gape his mouth wide open over his straining, deep purple, weeping erection alongside Cassidy, who pops off in order to share the bounty.

Then the eruption begins.

It's been a month, and boy does Genji’s cock know it.

Whatever doesn't land in or on Hanzo and Cole’s mouths, faces, hair, or hands as they jointly pump Genji’s huge shaft sails up into the air like a fountain, arcing delicately to rain back down on them like a summer cloudburst, and several large globs of himself land in Genji’s own mouth as he gapes in a wordless scream of pleasure up at the deluge descending upon them.

By the time it's over, he might as well have thrown a bucketful over all three of them and the sheets around him.

The aroma is thick enough to cut with a knife.

Genji swears he can see steam rising in thin wisps towards the ceiling.

It's good. It's so good.

He needs more.

"Cl…cle…clean me up," he gasps, needing a few tries to learn how to talk again. "Then bl…blow me again."

His cock isn't softening at all.

Hanzo and Cole grin at him, cum dripping off their beards, then turn to each other. "Rock Paper Scissors to decide who rides him first?" Cole asks. "The other gets to do as he commands and clean him up."

Hanzo hums thoughtfully. "Do I want to lose or do I want to win?" he asks himself.

"Honey, I'm asking myself the exact same thing," Cole purrs as they look back up at Genji.

It's gonna be a long night and Genji is going to be completely and utterly sated by the end of it.

But, somehow, as his lovers decide amongst themselves who's going to milk his next load out, he's already looking forward to next November…or, more specifically, next December first.

#shimadacest #requests #my stories #mcshimada #mchanji #hanzo shimada #cole cassidy #genji shimada #anon #genzo #hangen #genhan #yeehan #spuriken #genssidy

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angels--trumpet · 2 months

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More note scraps Genji/Hanzo

Some more scraps I had in my notes for this ship Collage student Genji x Collage Professor Hanzo

Genji is obsessed with Hanzo in his first year, finally get the ability to join the class on his last year of collage.

Genji has been stalking Hanzo for the last couple of years since before he joined the college

Genzo and Hanzo are not related but have similar last names

*Valentine's day-themed?

#shimadacest #genji x hanzo #Angels Note Dump #Genhan

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thepayloadisgay · 9 months

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re-wired

Shimadacest / Genzo

M (so far)

Ch 1/??

Tags (so far): canon divergence, angst and feels, omnics, implied alcoholism, masturbation

Hanzo's found himself in Budapest, one of the few places in the world where omnics and humans co-exist in something like normality. And maybe it's like a home now. Worth seeping off these bones as he tries to form the word exist, to live. Dodging, picking off assassins, deafening himself to the news of his clan. Maybe ignorance is bliss. Different names smother Hanzo, numbers his age. But he still knows what he sees when he looks in the mirror. You're not here. Rumblings in the world of omnics start to break the seams of not just Budapest, but Europe, the world. New faces, new names. And then for Hanzo, he can't quite shift this shadow he's sure is an assassin. Why is he taking so long? Why won't he just take the hit and kill him? Maybe it's a fantasy, and he's dreaming demise again. Maybe.

Read below the cut, or on AO3 here. Enjoy!!

He’d been here too long, it was almost home.

But home was nothing, now.

A hollow word in passing, part of a goodbye when leaving behind another face Hanzo will never see again, won’t remember. For those he will, home isn’t a word for them. Even if it’s false.

Strangers are the comfort, familiarity not.

Had anything ever really changed?

The Danube flows beneath. A mirror of colour. Rippling neons, stars almost lost. Forgotten. The colours mush as a tour boat splits the water two, music and laughter pounding the surface, echoing under the bridge where Hanzo stands, forearms bare. Cold on stone, still and sore.

It was sunset when he stopped here, bag of groceries tucked between feet, sparse with too many things he’d forgotten, denied.

It’s night now as he watches the Danube, the burst of people along its banks, tourists spilling onto boats, into restaurants, out of Buda and back into Pest, the roads rumbling as the bars open wide, the clubs dialled to ten.

He moved between the sides of the Danube, never staying with the same four walls too long. From the cobbled streets, high hills near the castle in a cramped room, barely space to stretch; the old communist blocks by the blistered edges, structured, rigid, peace. To the noise, vibrant colliding culture of the centre at the crown of the Andrássy Avenue, woken at dawn by the bells of the basilica.

Just another place bruised in his penance, a witness to his shame.

One day there won’t be anywhere left that won’t know.

Where will he go then?

His watch buzzes midnight, a reminder of routine. To ground. But right now, all it reminds him is that he can’t feel his arms, numb and cold, still stuck to stone as he listens to the water, wondering what it feels like below.

——

The longest he’d been in one place for months. A hostel off of Múzeum körút. Behind a heavy wrought iron gate between a second hand bookstore, and another. Down an alley, path uneven, pages of an old book torn, scattered, its spine split in the gutter.

Hanzo inputs the code, eyes away, long hair a mask from the cameras above, behind, probably below. Ritual more than anything. His face is already all over this city, continent, to those that cared.

Through a doorway painted blue, carvings dying gold. Top floor, but (nearly) always the stairs. Winding and wide. Patterned stone, wrought iron rails in beauty shaped like the tails of his dragons, the arc of his bow.

First two floors the bookstore. The rest are homes, rooms and flats for the hostel, a hotel he knows is half something else. Some of the flats are empty. One abandoned part-way through refurbishment. One destroyed, boarded off (panels placed back carefully every time by each visitor. He’s not the only one). There’s another that one of the residents simply said “nem” when she first saw Hanzo look at its locked door, scratched symbols, words, too many unintelligible in several languages.

So he listened.

As always at this time, she was leaning out of one of the windows on floor four, throwing seed to the pigeons below, the courtyard a cacophony of their coos.

“Late,” she says, heavy accent. Fall of brown hair braided, striped grey. One green eye, the other blind.

Hanzo pulls out a bag of seed, one of two, and hands it to her outstretched palm. “Took a walk,” he says back in slow Hungarian. Everytime he attempts the language, he can see her smile something. He doesn’t know if it's mockery, amusement, or appreciation.

“Take a walk after, next time.”

“Hm.”

He watches her sit back on the stool at the window, cross her legs and scatter a handful of seeds to below.

“Not much.” Hanzo listens, Hanzo watches. “Maria took the kids for the weekend. Jan is leaving for holiday in the morning. Six days. Stephan’s working an extra shift tonight. Looked like he hadn’t slept since the last. Two new guests at the hostel. One’s an omnic.”

“Short term?”

She shrugs. “Omnic five days. The other just a night. But wants to keep it open if needed.”

Hanzo writes to memory everything she says, hearing the gears, wheels of the lift click into motion as it descends down to ground.

“Hotel is come and go as always.”

“How many?”

“Lots. You want a tally? That’s extra.”

Hanzo frowns, a look near lost beneath the heavy fall of his hair.

“Anyone look-”

“Suspicious? Yes. Out of place? No.”

The lift stops, opening at ground.

“Anything else?” he asks, picking his bag from between his feet.

“I left some cabbage rolls in your fridge.”

The lift starts to ascend, and Hanzo tightens the grip on his bag. “Thank you,” he stutters, taking the last flights of steps two at a time.

——

Two old keys unlock the old heavy door. Hanzo pays extra to service the small flat himself, but Mariann owns the hostel, and does what she does after the trust of bird seed and her alarm at the contents of his grocery shopping.

It’s split into kitchen and room with a divider. Old, ornate, teakwood. Some of the design weathered from touch, time. But she never ventures past the three cabinets that make the kitchen. Rarely the fridge.

Shoes off, he sets the bag on the counter. Bare. Empties it quick, pushing the bag of seed to the side for later. Bread, away. Eggs. Fruit. More lentils. Alcohol. Chocolate.

He opens the fridge, the only light in the room. Some condiments. Expired milk replaced with fresh. And a note, stuck to the top of the tupperware of cabbage rolls. Mariann’s scrawl.

Tilly’s got another job for you. 10am. Nehru part.

He closes the door. Darkness, again.

Tapping his watch (1:33am), he sets the reminder alongside his regular alarm for dawn, sheds his coat, takes a banana, slice of bread, bottle of alcohol to bed and nothing.

(but there’s always a pause before the small wooden sparrow he’d carved in Bali, years, years ago. always perched beside a blunted shard of sword, something green. sometimes he reaches out to touch the sparrow

but he can’t

can’t)

——

“Again!”

Genji taps his arm, excited, as he begs Hanzo to show him the trick with the sword, the coin, Hanzo’s patience wearing thin as his younger brother tugs on his sleeve, clambering for attention-

“Here again?”

Genji slides a glass over wood, the bartop sticky, a mosaic of his brother’s prints, wondering how many others overlap, smudging away Hanzo’s, gnawing at the Genji he knows, becoming the Genji they do-

“Again?”

Desperation, Hanzo’s hand slams to the wall beside his brother’s head, hair shorter, greener. Smells sweet and he inhales. Anticipation in Genji’s eyes as he looks up-

“Again-”

A beg, as he pulls Hanzo’s blade further to his chest. Another to his gut. Spread and wept and a maw of no return. Hanzo wants to look up. He hears a smile, but he’d see nothing but desecration. Hears beauty, loves pain. Licks blood, kisses the grave-

——

Hanzo snaps awake, a fist of sheets in his palm, dented with his nails, near torn. Back damp with sweat, hair awry, stuck to skin and sheets, lining the wave of his dragon.

He runs a hand through his hair, staring at the other side of the bed expecting blood and brutal. (maybe a desperation that it might be you there, whole and love, just for me) Two pillows. Untouched. Empty.

Checks his hands.

Reaches out to make sure.

It’s slow as he hauls himself up, finding the hair tie he’d forgotten. But it’s abandoned again when he sees the slither of the curtain move by the window, ajar.

There’s no open windows here unless he’s awake, a guard. It’s small. Barely enough for a hand, the curtain moving in dance as the breeze weaves into the stuffy room, creeping over Hanzo’s sticky skin.

For too long he just stares, a lock of hair tickling against his lips, uncaring.

Impossible. He’s so careful, so-

The curtains flick, light licking the glass on his bedside table, smudged with fingers, lips; the half empty bottle, obscuring the empty one behind.

Adrenaline wanes. Gut sinks. Head rings.

A swallow, and he unsticks from bed, body lead. Two fingers push close the window, keeping to shadow, curtain exhaling, and stop.

He smooths the fabric, touch lingering as if he’s trying to find something, feel something.

Nothing.

He rolls a shoulder, and peels off his shirt, draping it over the back of the chair. When he notices the small wooden sparrow on its side, beak touching the shard of his sword.

There’s no hesitation this time when Hanzo reaches out, picks it up to right the wrong, sitting it back in ceremony.

5:16 am

The basilica will ring soon at six. As will his alarm. There’s no point in bed anymore. All that’s left is sheets that need washed, dreams given, taken, and an empty space you won’t fill.

He checks the window again. Runs his hand over the locks on the door. Touches the two tiles beside the fridge and then steps into the bathroom, avoiding the mirror as he sheds the rest of his clothes, turning the shower to max.

The light from the room is enough as he steps inside, a shaky inhale as the water burns his skin, the steam clouding vision, muggy air.

Palm to wet wall (Hanzo’s hand slams to the wall beside his brother’s head) he breathes deep, long (Smells sweet and he inhales) forehead smudging tiles, hand smearing chest (Anticipation in Genji’s eyes as he looks up-) and Hanzo looks down, sliding his wet hand over wet cock-

(Licks blood, kisses the grave-)

-wondering if he’ll suffocate or burn, first.

——

Too early.

Hanzo wanders the quiet streets near the park, window shopping mindlessly. Catching his reflection more than wanted. He’s dressed well today. He always is.

But over the months, years, he’s been slipping. Living as a nomad from room to face to place, he was sure a part of him had shed everywhere he’d left behind. Something in him wearing thin he didn’t want to know. Just felt.

He stares a little longer at a shop window selling leather goods, stretching his fingers against his own gloves, old and worn and a shape of his own.

Hair pulled back in a bun, he runs a hand along one side, his undercut growing out too long, pinched grey. The other side he’d let grow long ago, the shorter lengths long enough to catch in his ponytail now. Usually.

He keeps the beard. Sometimes shaving when moving cities, countries, to hide. It’s mostly too much of a comfort, now. Too bare without.

Too long he’s looked, and turns away.

09:37 and he has a coffee. Black. Three sugars.

09:49 and he’s sitting on a bench in Nehru Part, close to the edge of the Danube. And he waits.

Watches the way the wind rustles the leaves on the trees above, hushing the city’s sound to their own, shedding the first leaves before the yawn of Autumn, side to side in a dance, before falling at Hanzo’s feet.

Feels the breeze on his skin. Nothing like earlier in his room. An alarm, unexpected. This might be something like comfort, pulling the shorter strands of hair from his bun, picking up the leaves at his feet, pulling the scent of pastries at his back, the scatter of voices ahead. No words, just noise.

He takes a drink of his coffee, counting another day.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Hanzo takes another drink of his coffee as he ignores Tilly. As she takes a seat at his side, always a little too close. It’s just a bit of fun for her, exploring the intricacies of human’s social bounds, their affection, fun. And with Hanzo, if he has any of the above.

Hanzo just recrosses his legs, foot pointing in the opposite direction.

“What’s the job?”

“I hear cucumbers help for those dark eyebags,” she says, casual. Two of her forehead LEDs are broken, the lilac, sometimes turquoise, brighter on her left side. Which Hanzo also notices that she uses more, moves more, than her right.

“Any other top ten magazine quips for me this morning?”

Tilly laughs, the two elongated sides of her head plate that remind Hanzo of wings, lighting up with the trill of her voice. “As many as you want.”

Hanzo inhales slow. Steady. “Oh, good.” Takes another sip.

“Got you another observe and report at Blood and Chrome tonight. Maybe protect if shit goes down. They liked you last time.” Tilly sits chin on palm as she waits for Hanzo’s reply, knowing his answer already. Money good. Low risk. Trusted.

“Bartend again?”

“Yup.”

A last, long drink of his coffee. Hanzo stares at the university of technology and economics across the river, sunlight picking out the details on stone, the pillars, the gold and mosaic on its red roof. Age and beauty, stories worn, time crumbled. He wants to sketch it every time he sees it, despite never having drawn a single thing before. He’s gotten as far as purchasing a sketch book, pencils. Next time.

“Send me the details.”

“Thanks, Han.”

“Thanks, Han.” Genji always talked with touch as well as tongue. Hands busy forming the words, contact, their meaning. It became a second language in public. A third, in private.

“Hanzo.” He doesn’t look at her. A voice firm, but not unkind. A way she’s heard many times before, and will hear many times again.

“Wish I could stay, but I got more messages to deliver,” she says, climbing over the back of the bench. “Get some sleep Han.” A quiet ‘Hmph’ “ Eat Mar’s stuffed cabbages at least.”

“Goodbye, Tilly.”

“Szia.”

He sits for a while, coffee cup empty, fingers cold. The trees stretch, the Danube sighs. Sun quiets behind clouds.

And from the small bag in his coat pocket, Hanzo throws a handful of bird seed to the ground, watching pigeons, great tits, a sparrow swoop down, and dance at his feet.

——

It had taken months. Trial and error with several prototypes, but Hanzo had managed (with some help) to have his own collapsible bow, without compromising performance or integrity. A labour of love.

Compact enough to fit in a bag. The arrows were the problem. One couldn’t simply split them in two, assemble and fire like he could his bow with a touch, flick, done.

Luckily few people cared what others carried here. Pistols on hip. Rifles on back. Swords in sheaths. As long as you had your permit, of course.

“Just a bow, arrows?” asks the omnic. Mariann had said her name was Tilly. Seven LEDs on her forehead. Three eye slits, not two. It looked like the third she’d carved herself. “No sword? You look like a sword guy.”

“Bow, and arrows.” “Alright alright. I’ll get one done.” “I’ll need a few, with different names.” “That’ll cost ya.” Hanzo sets down a stack of Euros, sinking back against the metal dresser, the bass of the club below stuck in his throat. “Help yourself.”

A city of humans, omnics, side by tentative side. Many still walked on tiptoes, ready to flee. Some settled to heels, shoulders dropped, calling Budapest home.

A city now almost its own state, rolling its own laws, walls, declaring stability for omnics (safety was arguable), work, if they proved themselves (we don’t talk about what happened if they didn’t).

Fast becoming a multicultural epicentre like London, it was expanding out, and up. But also, down.

And down, was where Hanzo walked. Lived. Worked.

Crime thrived here. A congregation of humans and omnics brushing side by side, co-existing but wanting to live, bred a rich, vibrant underworld that lived seen, unseen. World, within world. And even if it felt like the city was holding its breath, it seemed to work.

It wasn’t lost on Hanzo that he’d turned his back on his family, their legacy, ways-

-only to fall right back in, just a different shade, name.

At least here, he felt like he was helping people (didn’t you try back home too?), useful and giving back (funny what memories we pick and choose).

Mostly, though, he was doing it to survive. What money he’d taken from his family dwindling, and it was a reliable way to keep an ear to the ground, connected. Safe, within harm.

And Hanzo knew the world. How to move. Talk. When to run, when to bleed.

Tonight, he was back at Blood and Chrome, one of the less mainstream mixed clubs for humans and omnics (there were segregated clubs, of course. The omnics only clubs never staying in one place too long, rotating locations, word of mouth, last minute). Fewer tourists, less desirable location away from the Danube, tucked underground - but it mattered in almost every other way in the world he walked.

Here you find people you want, people you don’t. People you won’t anywhere else. Money changes hands more than some banks. Names change when you walk through the door. Faces forgotten when you walk back out.

The drinks are good, the music a mix of rock, metal, EDM depending on room, night, with places to dance, talk, and doors to close for things you don’t want anyone to see. All tucked underground in an old metro station, decommissioned and reclaimed.

The club is built around its exposed bones, dented with years of nights like this. Graffiti immortalising Budapest’s metamorphosis to today. LEDs lining floors, walls, hanging from exposed beams and concrete, under tables, part of chairs. Murals spread over walls, some on ceilings. There’s colour everywhere, and it changes when you’re not looking. When you forget, and are dragged back weeks later for a job you don’t want.

It stinks of alcohol. Sweat. Metal. Oil.

It tastes of whatever you want.

And it sounds busy, voices indistinguishable between the music as Hanzo slips in through the back, the omnic bouncer stepping aside, expecting him. It’s a Friday, so not unusual. He’s working the room they call The Boiler. Downstairs again and one of the bigger rooms, sometimes closed off for exclusivity. Sometimes for a dead body.

The first time he came here, it felt like a community more than a club. More rooms unfolding after each door. Stairs leading to more floors he wondered how far down it really went. Owned by an omnic and human couple, there was always a buzz when they were spotted at their club, tucked in a corner, private.

There was a buzz tonight, but it felt different. As if something new had cracked open. Bristling hairs on skin, sparking exposed wires, the seams of the city picked.

Hanzo hangs his coat, and a last glance at the mirror in the bar staff room, tucking his hair back into a bun. The shorter strands of his outgrown undercut already falling free.

He tucks his small pack at the back of his waist with his bow, arrows already long stashed underneath the bar from his last few jobs here. And pushes the swing doors open for work.

All Blood and Chrome’s employees were like Hanzo. Well. All those down in The Boiler floor and below, anyway. Criminals; former, current, no-choice in the matter. Everyone vetted heavily by the owners, recommended from all the way down from Mariann and even Tilly, he was sure (“hey I’m just your messenger and forgery bot”).

“Oh hey-” she stops, trying to pick his name from memory.

“Morio.”

“Oh, that’s right. Mo.”

A short, sharp sigh. “What is it with people and nicknames, here.”

Hanzo tucks a cloth into his belt, dressed in black jeans, purple long sleeve t-shirt (tattoo always covered, here), half hanging off his right shoulder. Some nights there was a dress code. Usually, it was whatever the hell you wanted. Hanzo tried to dress unassuming. Like anyone who might walk through these doors.

He missed his hair ribbon.

Sometimes he still caught himself reaching up to touch, run his fingers along the silk.

“Easier to say,” she says tapping something into her phone. Hanzo’s burner beeps (everyone has a burner just for work. Sometimes two). “Remember mine?”

“Adrienne.”

A smirk. “Not nickname but, accent’s getting better,” she says with a wink under her mane of red curls. “Anyway. You’re assigned to the veranda tonight.”

(Excerpt from mixed nightlife spots of Budapest for the traveller: …The Veranda: despite being underground, this section of The Boiler Room looks a lot like a veranda might. Or not. Aglow in faux nature, bloom changing weekly, wood fused with metal and the lights, it’s become a favourite corner of those that matter around here…)

“Who?”

Adrienne nods to his burner and she turns back to the bar, asking for the customer’s request, flicking two glasses onto the bar with flair.

Hanzo unlocks the file with thumbprint, a secondary code following.

Rav[REDACTED] Approx 20 active years [REDACTED]tor. Tall. Smooth voice, apparently. Controlled and calm. Purple colourings. You’ll know him when you see him. Rumblings of him through the omnics like livewire right now. Heard he’d rather skewer a human than sit next to one, but when you're desperate, right? Think he’s here for connections, money, help, fucking anything for his cause. I need to know. You have ears like a bat and some weirdo intuition. You ain’t failed me yet, Katniss.

Hanzo glances at The Veranda. Two humans. Omnic. Some vacant tables. Empty glasses litter their table. He takes a tray, and walks, weaving through bodies, blaring music, faces he knows, doesn’t.

None of them know him as Hanzo. He wonders when he’ll lose his name, too.

The music muted as he steps into The Veranda, the words and whispers of every face he plucks to memory all that matters now.

His mark isn’t here yet, so he waits. Watches. Works.

——

He sits in a corner, arm over a woman he’s known for an hour. Couples less inconspicuous than alone. He hasn’t talked to her since walking in the door. Neither has she, her face pin lit from her phone.

Eyes follow his mark. Back. Forth. Cybernetic eyes building on what he already knows.

Not tonight, they said, he’s here. City’s a livewire. Guest of honour.

So he waits. Watches. Works.

#shimadacest #genzo #hanzo shimada #genji shimada #fic: re-wired #genhan #hangen #des writes #here we go des writes longfic again aaaaa #this first ch is also a bit of a love letter to when i visited budapest #more chars and tags to come #more ships???#who knows #first of all we got a day in the life of hanzo's depression and self deprecation by the danube

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Overwatch Shimadacest Au Roleplay (18+ Only!). Looking for someone to play as Genji Shimada!

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My brain has been running wild with AUs of lately since I saw 'Blackwatch Hanzo' fanart. My idea was instead of the fight that ultimately ended Genji's life happening the two are approached by Jesse, an invitation to join Blackwatch is given to them both. This is will happen a few days after the head of the clans spoke to Hanzo about dealing with Genji. In this Hanzo actually deeply cares about his brother and loves him (as a brother and so much more), so of course he takes this invitation without a second thought. Breaking free from the Clan will be the only way for them both to survive. I assume the two are in their early twenties at this point since in game Hanzo is 38 and Genji is 35 and it did say it was the 10th anniversary of Genji's "death" when he finally confronted Hanzo. So, Hanzo will be 28 and Genji 25 in this (or can be younger, whatever is preferred). This will start with Hanzo coming back from said meeting.

Relationship wise for these two I see them being very close and having a strong bond. This was of course looked down upon, but that did not stop the two. Of course when the reached teenhood hormones came to be and so much more. More than brotherly love being felt is realized for both parties. Fear, anxiety, and so much more is felt. Soon in this I do wish for them to confess and speak about it. A headcanon I have for noncanon is the two are soulmates. Their dragons helping along with this as the three had long been together before the two brothers were even born. They'll crave for each other, ache to be close and bond again. Its one of the reasons the two brothers are so close. They always crave to be by each other's side. Whether it be themselves, their dragons, or both.

Fair warning if and when smut comes to be I see Hanzo being a submissive bottom so just letting you know now. Kinks can also be spoken about before we begin. I am really open and comfortable with most besides unsanitary stuff (piss, scat, ect.).

Reference Pics for Hanzo's Uniform and Appearance; https://www.deviantart.com/fire-soldier/art/Blackwatch-Hanzo-Overwatch-662041352

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Since their father's death Hanzo had taken on being the head of their family, their clan. It was very stressful and exhausting, but someone had to do it for things to stay peaceful. All his life he had been trained, raised to be the heir of the clan, but never did he think it would be this draining. It definitely doesn't help that he also has to keep a close eye on his younger brother Genji. Genji was spoiled beyond rotten as a child by their father and lived the 'playboy' lifestyle as it had been mentioned before. He truly wished for one of them to enjoy their lives so he continued to allow Genji to do as he pleased, but made sure he was truly safe when he went out. The meeting of the clan leaders came and went. Hanzo had been given orders to get a hold on his brother and change his ways of life. He didn't wish to do that. He didn't wish for Genji to be miserable.

Time went on and soon he was brought to another meeting with them. Demands of him taking action was given. "Something has to be done! The Shimada image will be damaged permanently if you do not put your brother in his place!" Hearing that had anger boiling within him. He was about to speak when another spoke up, quickly shutting him down. "Genji Shimada needs to be gotten rid of. Whether it is by your hand or someone else's is up to you Hanzo." Red had entered his vision and he could *feel* his dragon roaring with the same rage he felt. No harm would come to their brothers! They would not allow it! Trying to keep his composer was difficult, but he managed. His dark brown eyes piercing those that sat in front of him. "If you dare think to have any harm sent my brother's way I will not hesitate to kill you." He snarled out before turning quickly and leaving without another word. A threat from him would be taken wisely.

When he arrived back at the estate he was beyond furious. Did they truly think he would allow any harm to come to his brother? He would kill any assassins that dared to step foot near Genji! In his state of rage he did not see his brother nor hear anything he said. It wasn't till hands were him, cradling his face so gently is when he snapped out of his rage induced state. Dark eyes met with dark eyes. Worry shining within the pair he stared in. His own hands shakily reached up and rested on top of Genji's, he can't stop himself from leaning into the touch. "I- I apologize Otōto. The meeting did not go well." His voice is soft, barely loud enough for Genji to hear. Hanzo wished to spill everything of what happened to the younger, but how was he suppose to? How were you suppose to tell someone you loved and cared for you were tasked to kill them?

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nuggies69 · 7 months

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Drake Master Hanzo x Royal Guard Genji

Drew this when Drake Master got revealed.

I need Royal Guard Genji to experience the wildest "adventures" with everyone and everything in Overland, including Drake Master Hanzo (since he feels fantasy, I'm putting him in Overland)

#shimadacest #genhan #hanzo #nuggies art ow

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wickedlittleoz · 7 months

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Hello! Would it be okay to request Shimadacest somnophilia? :3 Whoever you choose to be the one awake trying to keep quiet maybe and failing so hard, in the end the sleeping one got woken up and then they ride into the sunrise like a happy married couple 🏇☀️

Only if you're comfortable with that theme ofc!!! Thank you! 💞💞

HI ANON <3

sooo in truth somnophilia isn't something i normally gravitate towards/enjoy, but what you described sounded so fun and it's actually very similar to a scene i wrote for jealous, brother? so this might not be super hardcore but i didn't wanna say no to such a kind & respectful request <3 and because i'd already written one with genji trying and failing to stay quiet, hanzo is up for torture the task this time~ i do hope you enjoy it even if it isn't exactly what you had in mind.

thanks for reaching out and please do send more ideas whenever! take care!! <3

this takes place before genji's death. E-rated.

It's late.

Well, later than usual for Hanzo, whose sleeping habits haven't been decent since father's death. Sojiro made the clan work look easy, the way he had everything under control at all times. Hanzo is learning that keeping it such takes more hours than a day can suffice.

Though there's got to be a limit, he thinks as he shuts down the computer. Pushes up from the chair, stretches; he's too young to have crackly joints, but alas, more time in the office means less time for training and keeping his health in check.

As he exits the room, he unlocks his phone to a dozen messages from Genji. The last one, from about an hour ago, is a picture of himself in front of a mirror. He has a leg propped up on the wall behind it, off frame, so that Hanzo can see the handle of some... toy that's buried in his ass, while his cock is also in the reflection, and it's hard. The caption reads waitin 4 u.

Hanzo sighs as the picture slowly burns into his brain, where it'll most likely remain forever. He really should pay more attention to his phone, shouldn't he.

Well, he turns on his heels and instead of going to his bedroom, he heads towards Genji's. Better late than never is at the tip of his tongue, but when he knocks and steps inside, he finds his brother fast asleep. He looks adorable, a scatter of sex toys around him on the bed, most likely from when he was digging through them, picking which one to tease Hanzo with. Soft and peaceful, and so very handsome, fully naked still.

Hanzo's cock, which had already been incited by the picture, pulses in his pants at the sight. But it's late, very late, and Genji stayed up waiting for him at least until an hour ago, so there is no excuse to wake him up again.

A bitter flavor coats his tongue as he wonders how awful it would be, or how much Genji would hate him if he sat here and touched himself. Something tells him Genji wouldn't hate him at all – in fact, his promiscuous little brother would probably like to know that even when he isn't trying he can affect Hanzo in such away. And Hanzo wonders if that something isn't just his dick, but he's too tired and too worked up to care.

He locks the door and falls onto Genji's bean bag. From this angle he has a gorgeous view of Genji's hole, still loose from when he had the toy inside, and Hanzo can think back to that picture and imagine that it was his cock stretching Genji to this state. Drool threatens to spill down the corner of his mouth at the thought; he can almost taste Genji from memory alone, so long he has spent licking over every inch of his body.

He feels himself sagging into the seat as he begins to jerk himself, relaxing at last after a long day of work. Sure, he wishes these were Genji's hands, or his mouth or his ass, but the smell and the sight of him will do for now. Little breathy moans escape him and Hanzo bites his lips; he has never really been a loud one, but there's something different in the thrill of having to be quiet. Genji stirs, but doesn't wake, and he sighs.

This bedroom evokes so many memories of time spent here, not as kids, but in this new era of their lives. The one where Hanzo comes to Genji for sex as well as everything else, and vice-versa. Drunk nights and sober nights, angry nights and soft nights, laughter and moans and crying and shouting. They've done it all. And flashes of such moments cross his mind, building on his pleasure, on thoughts of how perfect Genji is and how he wishes the whole world could see it, see Genji, see them.

Hanzo comes with a choked groan, gaze snapping upwards the ceiling, his mouth frozen around the sound that he tries to swallow, but can't manage. He fully melts into the bean bag, throwing his head back and just breathing. He could sleep here, he thinks; he shouldn't, but he could. He feels so relaxed. He can't believe he did something as disgusting as jerking off to Genji when he's asleep and unaware, and somehow it felt so good.

Fuck; he thinks he says that out loud. When he finally shuffles to his feet and starts tucking himself in, his eyes slide over to the bed and-

"Was that good for you?" Genji asks. He's turned onto his back now and his face is still marked from sleep, eyes barely open, but he offers that lewd smile that got them into this mess of a relationship, years ago.

Hanzo freezes in place for a second, caught red-handed, but Genji just laughs. "Come here. I've been waiting for you all night."

He reaches out a hand and Hanzo has no choice but to take it, kneeling onto the mattress and shuffling closer to Genji's body.

"You're wearing too much," Genji complains in murmurs, fingers quick to undo the buttons on Hanzo's waistcoat, then his shirt, shoving it all off his body. Hanzo lets him, always does anyways, but for now his mind is foggy with exhaustion and an orgasm and downright guilt. That is, until Genji takes his chin and pulls him into a kiss.

"You're doing it again," he whispers into Hanzo's mouth and Hanzo knows exactly what he means; Genji always says that he gets too much in his own head sometimes, overthinking even the most inconsequential things. He sighs and almost starts an apology, but Genji kisses him again.

Then it's easy to move onto Genji's body, to awkwardly shove down his pants until they're both fully naked and he fits between Genji's parted legs like he belongs there – which he does. It's easy to kiss down his throat and clavicles, and taste the skin that he'd wished so badly to touch mere minutes ago.

"What took you so long?" His voice is a whine or a moan, or something in-between, as Genji rakes his nails up Hanzo's back.

"Work."

"You work too much," the usual complaint. "That was so sexy, Hanzo..."

Now, that second part is unexpected. He pulls back only enough to find Genji's eyes.

"What was?" He asks, frowning.

"That you were touching yourself right there, at the foot of the bed," he breathes and his hands are suddenly all over Hanzo's shoulders, chest, face. "Were you thinking of me?"

Hanzo's cheeks are burning before Genji is even finished with the question. The things Genji feels comfortable saying are so wild to him. But they can talk to each other like that, when no one's listening.

"Who else could I think about?" He clears his throat, blush deepening as he forces himself to add, "After, um. That picture."

Genji chuckles softly and never in Hanzo's whole life has he seen anyone, anything prettier. "You liked that?"

He just nods, so Genji, something cheeky and proud in his eyes, adds, "Got that toy after the first time we slept together and for weeks I thought you'd never look me in the eye again. It's exactly the same size as you."

Hanzo doesn't know quite how to react to all that information; the memory of their first time and the period afterwards is bittersweet enough. He'd felt so guilty, falling into physical desire for his own brother, that he'd avoided Genji for days, until he couldn't anymore – sure, he could ignore Genji's presence, but it's impossible to run away from his own thoughts and his own feelings, and everything in him ached for his brother.

But to know that Genji procured a dildo that would match his cock, specifically so he could pretend that he had Hanzo when he didn't... He feels dizzy with how fast blood rushes down to his dick, and Hanzo doesn't think much anymore, just pushes one of Genji's knees to the side and slides right into him. He fits right in.

Their gazes still locked, he gets to watch as flames rise in Genji's eyes, as pleasure makes his brows twitch. He smiles, heaving warmly against Hanzo's mouth. "Nothing like the real you, brother," is a whisper and probably the most honest thing Genji has said all night.

Hanzo feels himself losing control of his thoughts; Genji always knows what to say or do to get him to this point. He presses his mouth to Genji's as his hips pull back, only to slam back in. Moans lost in their throats as he refuses to let the kiss end, hitting home with each thrust. Genji's legs wrap around his waist, heels digging into Hanzo's lower back like he wants more.

More?

He pulls back and off Genji, who stares at him in confusion. "On your hands and knees," he says darkly and immediately a grin spreads on Genji's face, who takes no time at all following Hanzo's order. Offering himself like a treat, even reaching back with one hand to pull his cheeks apart. Hanzo grabs his wrist, pressing only hard enough until he hears a moan, then directs Genji's hand to his own cock. "Touch yourself," he tells him and once again Genji obeys, and when Hanzo pushes into him again he grabs a handful of green hair and tugs.

Is that good enough, he wants to ask, but doesn't manage because Genji cries out, probably loud enough to wake up half the house. He groans, too, can't hold it in anymore. Pulling at Genji's hair to the side so he can see how his face twists in pleasure, how he sniffles between moans, how his lips tremble when he begs, "Harder, Hanzo, harder!"

Hanzo would give him the world when he asks like that. He tugs harder at Genji's hair and pushes his hips faster, to begin.

Genji comes first, with all the stimulation, toppling on the bed. Hanzo lets his hips down gently, flips him over; he lays on his back, legs spread wide, mouth hanging open for when Hanzo looms over him and together they jerk him to completion. He tries to aim at Genji's mouth, but it gets all over, and they laugh in breathy chuckles.

He sits back and just breathes for a moment. All things considered, Hanzo thinks himself a very lucky man.

Once he finds some strength in his legs, he gets up and heads to Genji's en suite, returning a moment later with a damp towel to clean up his brother. His eyes flick to the window; outside, the sun is beginning to rise.

"Sorry I kept you up all night," he says as he gently wipes sweat and cum off most crevices of Genji's body. He means it. This is his life, not Genji's; his brother gets to be spared of this awful legacy that was put onto Hanzo's shoulders.

"Do it again whenever," is almost a demand as Genji tugs the towel from Hanzo's hand, tossing it aside and pulling him down to the mattress.

Hanzo hugs his waist and lets Genji rest on his chest. He has to get the new day started soon; there are meetings to attend to and sales to be made. But that's a problem for future Hanzo. For now, he rests with his whole world right here in his arms.

#asks #anon #my fics #shimadacest #genzo #genhan #hangen

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rjnkn · 1 year

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#genji shimada #hanzo shimada #shimadacest #genzo #genhan #why does hanzo look so young #i cant fix it hlep

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frozenbound · 10 months

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idk if ure still doin requests but if yes how about some dragon hybrid shimada bros absolutely wrecking cassidy with their big dragon dicks

This is a BLESSED concept, Anon! It was a delight to write, because frankly, dragon hybrid Shimada bros is high art, and horny dragon hybrid Shimada bros only elevates it further. I'm very happy to contribute more of them! Thank you thank you thank you for the request!!!

Dragon hybrid Hanzo and Genji wrecking Cassidy, coming right up under the Read more!

Cassidy slammed down on the leaf-strewn, grass-covered ground, the soft foliage doing absolutely nothing to stop the hard ground beneath from blasting his breath harshly out of his throat.

His gun clattered to the ground, and through the pain, dismay, and rising panic as he struggled to draw breath but couldn’t, one thought dominated: it was too far away.

He was completely defenseless.

These dragon-men were going to rip him apart.

He’d known they were in the vicinity. Everyone around here knew. That had been why, when Cassidy had heard strange growling noises, he had crept into the forest, curiosity piqued, hoping for a glimpse of these rare, near-mythical creatures.

Well, he was getting a good look now, that was for sure.

Blue and gold, green and gold, the immense musculature of their arms and legs tensed and flexed underneath iridescent and pebbly scales that glittered and sparkled like sunlight on water as they prowled forward out of the shady undergrowth. Their tails, long and thick at the bases before rapidly transforming into thin whips with long tufts of hair at the ends, swept back and forth behind them like cats.

And those eyes…

The scales became patchy around their necks before giving way to mostly skin not unlike Cassidy’s own, but both dragon-men had lines of brilliant scales just under their dark, burning eyes, accentuating just how intently…hungrily…they both stared at him as they stalked ever closer.

One of them, the blue and gold one, had long, inky black hair that even after this intense yet laughably short battle was swept behind his shoulders, looking as fine and well-combed as though they were at a royal feast…though now that Cassidy was getting a (final) look under the sunlight, he sported two large gray patches at his temples, swept back like wings, with more salt scattered among the pepper of his immaculately groomed facial hair, goatee, mustache and even on the pair of short black antlers he sported on his head like an ebony crown.

The other sported a far shorter hairstyle beneath his bright yellow antlers, one that somehow managed to stand on end, like a spooked cat but with more…style. His hair was as green as his scales, and during the fight it had been easy to see, in the hurried glances Cassidy had been afforded while struggling for his life, how a green mane ran down his spine and across the top of his tail to end at the tuft. The other dragon-man had a mane, too, but it was harder to see, so black against dark blue, and partly hidden by his longer hair.

Both dragon-men had golden scales on what might be called their underbellies if they didn’t walk on two heavily-muscled legs, accentuating and highlighting their meaty pecs and sharply-defined six-packs as they came closer and closer, towering over Cassidy, easily eight feet tall at the least and much, much broader and burlier than Cassidy, broad and burly as he himself was.

Even now, at the brink of death, with blood from the wound across his forehead trickling over one eye and forcing it closed from the salty sting, a corner of his mind thought they were beautiful.

===

“Well, then, brother,” Genji purred as he advanced with Hanzo toward the human. “This simplifies matters. Now I won’t have to embarrass you.”

Hanzo huffed. “Think only of your feelings,” he retorted. “You haven’t bested me in two hundred years. What makes you think that…”

“Brother,” Genji interrupted, “let’s not get into that when we have our mate right here in front of us.”

“Our mate?” Hanzo asked, and he may have tried to take on a harsh tone when he said it, but the smile was plain in his voice and the relief and mounting arousal plain in his scent. “He has clearly submitted, but I don’t recall hashing that out.”

“Oh, come on!” Genji laughed, baring his fangs even more than his brother already was. “If we stop to ‘discuss’ that, he’ll recover and be ready to easily knock me out while I’m exhausted from defeating you.”

Hanzo shook his head wryly. “How little,” he said, brushing aside Genji’s boast, “you remember about humans. For us, healing after establishing dominance is almost a formality, if we need it at all, but they don’t recover anywhere near as quickly as we do. And look how fragile he is! Bleeding so much from just a couple of swipes! No, he’s clearly submitted…but he isn’t ready. Hold off as long as you can.”

“Fiiine,” Genji moaned, but he was already licking his lips, salivating as they came too close to ignore their new mate’s scent any longer.

“And be careful!” Hanzo said, genuinely sharpening his tone. “We’ve already sliced through his skin. Those…coverings, I suppose, are even more useless than I believed before. Be gentle as you remove them.”

“Yes, brother. Anything you say.”

===

Cassidy swallowed as the strange growling, hissing noises of what was most likely a conversation abruptly ended and the two dragon-men moved forward with purpose.

This was it, he thought, closing his other eye. This was the end.

He waited for those razor-sharp claws to slash into his belly.

He jolted when those claws did begin to slash and rip and tear, dreading the immense amount of pain that was sure to erupt when he was torn open.

But it never came.

Instead, after a few endless moments, he realized that they were…they were ripping at his clothes.

Just his clothes.

Well, came a dark and poisonous thought, who would want to eat sweat-stained cotton and worn leather when such delicious meat lay hidden just underneath? Dragon-men were rumored to be far more intelligent than humans owing to their extraordinary lifespans, and these two had undoubtedly learned how to consume a person without having to pick cloth from between their teeth afterwards.

So he waited, shivering and shuddering slightly from the sensation of claws passing so near to his most private areas as they tore and peeled away his trousers and pants, and then from embarrassment when his flaccid cock and his tight ballsack, drawn up against him from sheer fear, were exposed to the light and heat of the sun overhead.

The ripping and tearing sounds stopped when Cassidy was very nearly completely nude, his eyes still screwed shut, waiting for the end.

He clenched his jaw when the dragon-men started…feeling him.

They were being surprisingly gentle, but Cassidy dismissed the thought because of just how humiliating it was, lying here on the ground, naked and helpless, while two dragon-men sized up their meal and poked and prodded him in search of the finest cuts of meat, the softest areas to slice through. Absolutely humiliating.

===

“He’s like a mountain goat,” Hanzo said with astonishment, threading his fingers through the human’s thick chest hair that had been revealed from under his coverings. “Look at all this!”

“A thick, shiny pelt is a sign of health,” Genji joked.

“Musculature is a far more reliable sign in humans, and he certainly has plenty,” Hanzo replied, now tracing the lines of the human’s pecs and abs. “Mmm,” he hummed with approval, “so broad and strong for a human! No wonder he gave us such a good fight despite being so small. If he were a dragon, he’d unquestionably be our equal.”

Genji rolled his eyes at Hanzo’s praising yet haughty words, but like his brother, he was also exploring their mate’s body, partially to search out any and all damage that needed to be attended to, but mostly to explore the body that had appeared like a blessing from heaven to satisfy their rut. “Oh, there, there,” he said soothingly when their mate jolted as his hand passed over his ribs. “Yes, there, I can feel it. Something cracked or snapped under there, didn’t it? Don’t worry, we’ll have it taken care of.”

“Take care of it first,” Hanzo ordered. “His skin may be thin, but who knows how long it will take to penetrate it. We should give that the most time. Then do his shoulder while I attend to his head.”

===

Death was being so coy, Cassidy thought grimly. Just hurry up and disembowel him so he'd bleed out quickly and be dead long before they started to feast.

He gasped out loud and jolted away from something hot and slimy against his skin.

His eyes popped open, but there was still a lot of blood over his left eye, and the sting was so painful it made both of them water even as he clapped a hand to his and blinked his right eye as fast as possible, trying to force out the tears.

Eventually, the dragon-men swam back into view…

The dragon-men and their long, serpentine tongues.

They were crouching on either side of him, simply looking at him as though waiting, thick, viscous saliva slowly running down their inches-long, dark pink tongues. When Cassidy did nothing more than stare, the green dragon-man leaned down and slowly swiped his tongue right over the rib that had let out a sickening crunch when Cassidy had tried to fire a shot into apparently impenetrable dragonhide and had immediately been thrown into a tree trunk for his trouble.

Cassidy jolted away again, staring down at the green dragon-man.

"What the fuck," he started to demand, then, wincing at the pain lancing through him, he stopped, not quite daring to touch his side.

The dragon-men exchanged a glance that was amused on one side and exasperated on the other.

Then the blue one darted forward, breathtakingly fast for such a huge figure, and pinned Cassidy’s hands above his head, simultaneously laying a thick leg over his legs.

Cassidy began to struggle…well, squirm and wriggle, really. It was all he could do under such strength and weight.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" he demanded, shouting through the pain of his rib. "Get off of me! Get off! I swear I'm gonna…!"

The blue dragon-man actually rolled his eyes, stoking Cassidy’s ire, but then he growled something to the green one, who, grinning, leaned forward again with his mouth wide open.

He clamped his whole mouth over Cassidy’s broken rib and began to…lave at it with his tongue.

It was painful, extremely painful, but it also tickled, and Cassidy had never known a hell like this before.

"Get off me! Get off! Stop! Fuck, shit, fuck, get off!" he howled, trying to rip his hands out of the grip of the overpowering blue dragon-man, but it was no use. "Get off!"

The blue dragon-man laughed. It was a deep, rough sound, and it made Cassidy’s blood boil. "I said," he growled, tensing his entire body, "get off!"

The dragon-men got off.

It was such a surprise that Cassidy couldn't stop the flailing motion that was supposed to be his last, beat attempt to wrench free, and he ended up twisting around and laying, panting, on his side, glaring daggers at the two dragon-men standing above him. Laughing.

===

"Oh, shit! Wow!" Genji choked out. "He looks just like you, brother!"

"He does!" Hanzo laughed, doubled over. "He does! No wonder you're always terrified of me. I look vicious!"

"Ha! Oh, wow…" Genji cackled before drawing in a deep breath. "Wow. Wow. I like our mate a lot, brother. He's got a lot of spirit."

“Yes," Hanzo agreed. "Truly worthy of our attention, though he is a bit slow. When will he realize that…ah, there, he's made the connection."

===

His rib was healed.

It took Cassidy a few moments to realize he was lying directly on the rib that moments before had screamed under a light touch, but when he did, he rolled off of it and poked and prodded at it like the dragon-men had, but with far more neutral results.

It wasn't some kind of anesthetic or painkiller. His rib was…whole.

He squinted up at the towering dragon-men above him with his good eye. The blue one had been so fucking amused that he had bent over, so his face was actually pretty close to Cassidy’s. When he met Cassidy’s gaze, he grinned, flashing his fangs, and then stuck his inches-long tongue out at him, grazing the very tip of it against Cassidy’s nose.

Cassidy recoiled a little bit, but he eyed that tongue and the shiny, viscous saliva gleaming on it.

He'd heard that dragon-men had…powers. Was this one of them?

But why would they…

Salty sweat dripped into his eye, making him wince. He could still feel blood trickling over his other eye because it was a head wound and thus releasing a lot of blood despite being a relatively light scrape. Now that his rib wasn't giving trouble, Cassidy was actually getting more worried about the somewhat deep gash on his shoulder…which was, he realized, exactly where the green dragon-man was glancing, over and over, while the blue one kept looking at his head wound.

This was turning into a very strange situation. When these dragon-men spotted him and immediately gave chase, hissing and growling, Cassidy had run and then fought for his life, but now that he was here and completely at their mercy, they were…helping him?

Was he some kind of toy to them, and they were getting him ready to run again so they could play with their food a little longer like a cat with a mouse?

Well, if they were, it would give him a chance, however small, to slip away. Every chance they gave him was worth pursuing.

So he slowly reached up and touched his head, feeling his fingertips get tacky and wet with blood.

"Alright. Go on," he said warily. "Take care of the rest of it, then. Heaven knows you're responsible for it, so take care of it."

===

"He's smart," Genji opined as the human lowered his bloody hand and lay back, not taking his eyes off them, but clearly not getting ready to spring up and run away.

"Possibly," Hanzo said, voice full of snark but with a trace of agreement, "but let's clean him up and get started before he gets a chance to prove us wrong."

The human looked far from comfortable, but he didn't pull away when they approached. To their amusement, he did close his good eye and held his body as stiff as a board when they squatted on either side of him again, obviously willing himself not to react when each of them leaned down and began licking at his wounds.

"Tastes like iron," Hanzo murmured, lapping at the human’s head wound.

Genji only hummed in response.

Human skin was fragile, but it responded as fast as if not faster to their saliva as their own bodies would. The shoulder wound was deeper, so that kept Genji busy, but the head wound was messier, and Hanzo had appropriated it for himself because he doubted Genji’s ability to gently, gently lick up the blood that had spilled all over the human’s face, including his eye, nearly gluing it shut as the blood dried and coagulated.

Soon enough, though, he had the pleasure of drawing back and watching as the human’s eyes fluttered open, the healing and soothing powers of Hanzo’s species having already banished the bloodshot redness that would otherwise have been present.

As it was, the human’s eyes were clear and piercing and dark and a lovely shade of brown.

Hanzo wondered if any of their brood would inherit the color.

"Genji," he growled, feeling himself thicken and grow from the reminder of why they were here in the first place.

"Finished, brother," Genji purred, licking one last strip across the newly closed skin of their mate. "Just in time, too."

Hanzo had been too focused on their mate’s beautiful eyes. Genji, predictably, had immediately noticed their mate's erection.

===

Go down, go down, go down, Cassidy pleaded with his cock. You aren't that shameless, you stupid piece of shit. Go down.

But of course it wouldn't. Of course not.

So he simply had to hope that neither of the dragon-men would notice.

The blue one seemed pretty focused elsewhere, but whether that was good or bad was an open question. Once he had stopped…cleaning, Cassidy supposed, he had cautiously opened his eyes to find him studying him with an expression that Cassidy might call hungry if the dragon-man hadn't already missed his chance to eat him.

He was real pretty, though. He had a face that looked like it had been carved out of marble, depicting a wise king in the prime of life from ages past.

And all the while the green one was licking him, sending tingles through him that went straight to his suddenly hard dick.

If these dragon-men hadn't killed him, then the sudden giggle the green one let out and the blue one glancing down just might.

Unwillingly, Cassidy’s eyes were dragged down, dreading to see his dick making a goddamned nuisance of itself at the worst possible time…

…which was when he saw the blue dragon-man getting hard.

Both dragon-men had, he realized, glancing at the green one, a thick sheathe between their legs, which apparently normally hid their…endowments…from view.

Now, however, the sheathes were loosening and…and drawing back to reveal two surprisingly human-looking dicks, though somewhat sharper, more angular, with pointed, triangular heads instead of a round mushroom crown like the one increasingly peeking out from Cassidy’s foreskin.

Cassidy’s shock insulated him from the sheer size of those dicks for a few moments, and he watched, spellbound, as the dragon-men's ballsacks squeezed out and swung in the open air, at about the same moment his own cockhead finished emerging.

Did both of those mean the whole thing? he wondered.

Then he swallowed when it registered that their balls were the size of peaches.

And their cocks were almost as long as his forearm.

"Uh," he said breathlessly. "Uh. You…you ain't gonna try to…are you?"

===

"He's losing his confidence, brother," Genji warned. "Quick, before he scurries away."

===

Cassidy yelped as the dragon-men took a firm grip of him, the green…Green…holding his legs and Blue taking his wrists. He glanced worriedly between Blue's face and his hands, and he was suddenly struck by how human the dragon-man's hands and fingers looked…but that didn't make any sense. Where were the claws that had just been tearing at his skin?

Blue, looking smug but also a little predatory, flexed his hands, and Cassidy’s jaw dropped open as his fingertips hardened into sharp points and then relaxed back into soft, rounded fingers.

Neat, he thought faintly. Useful. Not just for everyday life, but also, he suspected, for what was about to happen.

Green purred something, drawing both Cassidy and Blue's attention.

Green opened his mouth wide and his long, thin tongue snaked out…and wrapped around the base of Cassidy’s cock.

Cassidy gasped.

Blue hissed.

He dropped Cassidy’s wrists and clambered down and, spitting some dragon-man word at Green, leaned down and engulfed Cassidy’s cock, from head to root, with Blue’s lips bumping up against Green’s tongue.

Cassidy was not a small man, and he was amply endowed, so much so that until this moment he had never, in his life, been deepthroated.

Blue was so big that Cassidy was only nudging at the entrance to his throat, so in a winded, awed corner of his mind, he supposed this didn’t count as deepthroating, but when Blue’s tongue wrapped around and around and around his cock, and then the powerful, slick, smooth muscle squeezed…

Cassidy shouted.

He didn’t mind if it didn’t really count.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed, throwing his head back. His hands automatically reached for and grabbed for something, anything, to ground him, and when they usually would have gripped around soft, silken hair, they encountered the hard bone of the black antlers instead, but that was almost more welcome as Cassidy desperately tried to deal with being so, so embedded in hot, slithering, incredible sensation.

But Blue growled, the vibrations rocking his dick from tip to root and beyond, and Cassidy immediately understood.

“S-Sorry there, darling,” he said breathlessly, loosening his grip. He didn’t let go, though. The antlers were hard bone, but they were covered with a fuzzy, velvety kind of felt, and despite the admonishment, he couldn’t help but stroke and caress. That seemed to be the correct thing to do, luckily enough; Blue’s growls faded into an unmistakable purr.

Green whined, and, not letting his tongue loosen from around the base of Cassidy’s cock, he butted and nuzzled against Cassidy’s hand, dark eyes alight with indignation and his lips in a childish pout.

Cassidy raised his head and stared at the undignified and frankly ludicrous display from the huge, imposing figure, but he chuckled. “Alright, alright,” he said soothingly, and he kept one hand on Blue’s antlers, but he reached out with the other to trace the equally fuzzy yellow down on Green’s antlers, and Green liked that a lot.

Blue had his cock encased in the coils of his tongue, so Green proceeded to unwind his from the base of Cassidy’s cock, and then wind it around his balls.

Cassidy sucked in a breath that filled his lungs to the brink but was nowhere near enough to deal with so much heat and movement and electricity.

He groaned. He yelped. He shouted. He moaned.

All the while the dragon-men worked him like a fiddle, with their amazingly dextrous and nimble tongues slipping and sliding across his skin and leaving a flood of pleasure everywhere in their wake. Blue could even selectively wriggle his tongue around Cassidy’s shaft, then furiously wriggle around his leaking, weeping cockhead and make Cassidy writhe before, just before he came, going back to his less-sensitive shaft, leaving Cassidy on a searing precipice, and Green was in an unbelievable synchronicity, squeezing his ballsack with the perfect amount of pleasure before fondling his balls in his coils with a motion that Cassidy wasn’t sure any human had ever experienced before, and it was so good, incredible.

He never wanted it to end.

It was going to, though. He was nowhere near equal to stopping the explosion of cum from bursting into Blue's mouth.

He yelled with each powerful spurt, something he had never done before, and Blue's tongue was so tight around his cock that a lot of his hot cum was trapped between cock and tongue, encasing Cassidy in his own fiery fluid that made the hot, slick muscle around him even more hot and slick, something he wouldn't have believed until this perfect, endless moment as he pumped out jet after jet of semen, with Blue purring and letting out pleased grumbles that only increased the power and duration of each one.

By the time it ended, it felt like Cassidy had squirted half his being out his cock.

And Blue was holding nearly all of it in his mouth.

Green growled.

Cassidy blearily opened his eyes and looked down at a very angry-looking dragon-man, his eyes alight as he stared daggers at Blue, who was apparently completely unconcerned with anything that wasn't Cole’s cock.

Green growled again, and his fingertips sharpened into claws, and Cassidy tensed, not feeling the least bit inclined at ruining his post-orgasmic glow by being directly underneath a fight between two such enormous beings.

Then he felt Blue's tongue loosen.

Blue slowly slid off of Cassidy, making his jolt and tremble from oversensitivity the whole way.

Then he turned to Green, grabbed his face, and crushed their lips together.

Green actually wagged his tail.

Cassidy didn't know what else to call it.

As Blue dove into Green's mouth with his tongue and his bounty of semen, Green shuddered and moaned and the green tuft of hair at the end of his tail whipped back and forth like the biggest, scaliest dog in the world.

Cassidy watched, enraptured, as the dragon-men kissed with a passion and a familiarity that took his breath away, with Green lapping up his cum out of Blue’s mouth with a nontrivial amount of mess, but every time a droplet began to run down his chin, Blue caught it with his tongue or lips or fingers and fed it back to Green before immediately reclaiming it.

Then, after a unhurried, indulgent few minutes, they broke off from each other’s mouths and swallowed, and Cassidy swore he could feel his own pupils dilate at the sight of their Adam's apples bobbing as his cum slide down their throats, accompanied by pleased rumbles and even a chirp or two.

Then they turned back to him.

===

"Me first," Genji demanded, still smacking his lips, savoring the divine flavor of their mate’s essence.

"No," came the short answer. "I am the elder brother."

"You've already had him!" Genji whined, casting an angry glance at Hanzo. "It's not fair!"

"I'm never fair," Hanzo hummed, completely passing over how he could have simply kept their mate’s essence to himself and left Genji with nothing. "That is the elder privilege. You should know this by now."

Genji growled, and there was very little patience and a great deal of ire in it. That did not concern Hanzo in the slightest, but it did concern their mate, who was looking between the two of them with a very worried look on his handsome, bearded face.

Hanzo sighed.

Then he clicked his tongue when a thought occurred to him.

"His skin is fragile," he mused, thinking out loud, "but it healed very quickly with some help, more quickly than even ours does."

"So?" Genji hissed, obviously thinking Hanzo was trying to distract him from the matter at hand.

"So," Hanzo said, taking hold of their mate’s leg, ignoring Genji’s possessive hiss, and moving it aside to reveal their mate's entrance, small and dark pink between the round, hairy, muscled mounds of his ass. "He is small, no doubt about it. But properly prepared, he may be able to take us both."

Genji paused, and understanding bloomed in his eyes.

"Alright!" he said with excitement. "Let's prepare him, then!"

===

These two had a volatile relationship, Cassidy thought as he eyed their latest squabble. The language barrier couldn't disguise one thing though: Blue was in charge, and Green didn't necessarily like it. Cassidy could tell from the way Green restrained himself, barely, at a single word or glance from Blue, while Blue himself acted with cool confidence born from always, always having his way.

The one time Green had impetuously jumped the gun, Blue had leapt in to stay in control.

Interesting. Very interesting. How long had these two dragon-men been together?

But it was a relief when Blue and Green apparently agreed on something, judging from Blue’s smile and Green’s excited chatter.

It was somewhat concerning that they were both staring hungrily at his asshole.

Blue was still holding his leg up and aside, and Green did the same to his other leg, and Cassidy took in a breath as he watched the two crowd together, their goal plain.

He closed his eyes and laid his head back as he felt Green's smooth face and Blue's bristly beard rub against the especially perceptive skin between his asscheeks, a brief warning before they flicked their tongues directly against the puckered ring of his entrance.

His hole clenched closed automatically, but he did his best to relax.

He had an inkling what these two had decided to do, and there wasn't much he could do about it.

He had grown to trust those marvelous tongues, though.

After a very short time of cajoling, the two tips began to lick inside, setting off a tingling, warming sensation.

Surprisingly quickly yet leisurely and slowly, those tongues began wriggling further and further inside him, sometimes intertwining with each other, sometimes pressing ahead of each other, sometimes stroking and rubbing deliciously at his walls, and it didn't take long for him to realize that they were coating his insides thoroughly.

Eyes still closed and letting himself moan and gasp with every wriggle of the tongues embedded so deeply within him, his hand drifted to his shoulder, feeling at the hairy skin, whole and intact after being slashed so deep.

He had the idea that what was happening was a…preventative measure.

He hoped it worked.

===

“Heath re ae,” Genji mumbled.

Hanzo grunted in acknowledgement.

Neither of them stopped.

Their mate was so tight, so hot, so smooth inside, and outside his skin and body hair rubbed against their faces and coated them with his exquisite scent, marking them as his, and both brothers purred with satisfaction when his erection regrew above them, standing tall and proud and leaking once more.

But Genji was right. He was ready, and as wonderful and luscious their mate was speared so deeply on their tongues, it was time to spear him on their cocks.

But Genji could withdraw first. Hanzo wasn’t going to.

And Genji thought the complete converse, so it took a little time before, after a few false starts by both brothers to try to trick the other into leaving and having their mate all to themselves, they slowly, reluctantly, sat back at the same time, with an equal amount of amusement and annoyance at the other’s stubbornness.

There had been one benefit, though: their mate’s hole was absolutely sloppy, dripping with their saliva, and more dripped out as the ring of muscle tried to tighten after being worked so loose.

They could probably spear him on an actual spear and he’d be fine.

“Me f…” Genji started, eyes dark with lust as he drank in their handiwork, his cock full and heavy and dripping nearly as much as their mate.

“I will lay him on myself,” Hanzo cut him off, “and enter him. Then you can mount him from behind.”

Genji growled. “That’s not fair!”

“Once you’re mounted, you never listen to reason,” Hanzo retorted.

“Neither do you!”

“So that’s why,” Hanzo said coolly, “I will get in a position that will allow you to get on afterwards. You were just going to mount him, and leave me with nothing, and what exactly do you think would be the result?”

Genji grumbled, but it was true. Mounting from behind like a beast was by far his favorite position, and he would have flattened their mate beneath him like he always flattened Hanzo whenever the elder brother was feeling a bit more in heat than in rut, and then Hanzo would have been out of luck and getting driven mad by the sight of his brother enjoying their mate alone.

And an angry dragon was no laughing matter, even for another dragon.

Genji might complain about Hanzo’s seniority, but it was hard to argue when Hanzo was so very consistently right.

“Fine,” he groused, running his hand through his short green hair in exasperation. “But hurry up.”

“We’re only still talking because of you,” Hanzo said, but he was already on the move.

===

It was time.

Cassidy drew in a deep breath as Blue moved forward and, taking a strong but careful hold of his arm and shoulder with his soft, rounded fingers, lifted him up into a sitting position.

Cassidy hadn’t foreseen this scenario and would’ve scoffed if the possibility were presented to him before now, but now that it was upon him, he surprised himself when a thrill of excitement stole through him and went straight to his dick.

He had always been an overconfident risk-taker, but this took the cake: two dragon-men were about to fuck him, almost certainly simultaneously, with cocks as long and thick as his forearms, yet all he felt, now that it was zero hour, was only sheer enthusiasm.

His ass was full of healing spit. He would be fine.

But as Blue lay down on his back and tugged Cassidy towards him with gentle yet irresistible strength, Cassidy found himself hoping that he was going to get absolutely wrecked.

He let out an impressed chuckle when the huge dragon-man grabbed onto his hips and swung Cassidy over himself like Cassidy’s two-hundred-twenty-pound, six-foot-one frame was a toy, so easily and unconcernedly that he took the opportunity to brush off a few stray blades of grass that stuck to Cassidy’s skin as he went.

Cassidy took the initiative of positioning his legs on either side of Blue’s hips, and Blue smiled, his fangs gleaming in the sunlight, and Cassidy wasn’t gonna lie as he sat on Blue’s abdomen and lay his hands on the golden scales of his chest and began to rub up and down across their smooth, pebbly texture: he was glad he was gonna get fucked face-to-face with this beautiful, dazzling creature. Blue just looked so…elegant. Refined. It was so easy to imagine he had been invited into the opulent, plush bedchamber of a powerful lord instead of laying in the grass in the middle of the forest, and he was glad that he wasn’t going to be double penetrated while getting his face smashed into the undergrowth. He even had the inkling that Blue wanted to see his face in order to make sure he was doing alright as the two dragon-men proceeded, and that was highly comforting.

But if Blue was a lord, Cassidy thought with a chuckle as he felt Green sidle up behind him and began licking at his ear while flicking off a few more pieces of foliage stuck to Cassidy’s back, then Green was his impudent, cheeky younger brother, born into the easy life, bold and cocky and completely sure of himself.

Then Blue broke Cassidy out of his thoughts by shifting him back, and Cassidy shivered at the feel of a truly enormous cock slotting between his buttocks.

It was hard to get a footing on the ground, Blue was so big and wide, but Cassidy made the effort just to get enough leverage to start rubbing against that cock, so big, so hard, and sticking wetly to Cassidy’s skin from the amount of precum leaking out the tip.

Blue’s eyes burned, and Cassidy grinned.

“Well?” he asked, lifting himself up as high as he could but not managing to get anywhere near the top of that cock, which he wanted inside him, and inside him now, “You gonna give me a hand or what?”

Blue grinned.

He took hold of Cassidy’s hips and lifted him up.

Cassidy reached down and pried his asscheeks apart as far as they would go and let out a pleased growl when he felt the pointed, triangular cockhead poke between them.

“Yeah baby,” he grunted, wriggling in Blue’s grip, “let me down, nice and easy. Mmm. Mmm!”

===

Their mate seemed to be fully onboard now.

Hanzo’s breathing quickened as he felt his wet and dripping cock catch and press against his equally wet and dripping entrance, but he was more transfixed by the eager look on their mate’s face, his eyes dark and molten, his mouth falling open as Blue began to enter him, his hands gripping harder at his own skin as he tried to hold himself open wider.

Then he let his head fall back and he let out the most delicious, needy sound Hanzo had ever heard.

Hanzo wasn’t even halfway in.

He wasn’t even a quarter in.

Their mate hadn’t seen anything yet.

And he was so slick, so slippery inside, and so hot and tight around Hanzo’s cock.

Hanzo kept it slow, however, mindful of how small their mate was, but even as he slid him down further and further and really and truly had him impaled, spiked on his thick, girthy cock, their mate showed no sign of discomfort.

He only keened for more, and his voice suddenly hit a tone, a note, that activated the basest, most fundamental part of Hanzo’s brain.

He slammed him down, burying himself balls-deep.

And that base part of his brain crowed in triumph at the massive bulge pressing out from beneath their mate’s furry abs.

===

So full. So full.

Cassidy panted, his hands pressed to his stomach, feeling the mass inside, actually feeling it through his skin, and feeling his innards rearranging and adjusting within, but not out of necessity or duress, but to welcome.

He was full of cock, and also full to the brim of pure electric buzzing ecstasy.

His eyes were rolling back. He was babbling. He was drooling. He was rubbing his hands up and down his own skin as though trying to stroke the wonderful cock embedded in his core through the layers of his being.

It was beyond anything he had ever imagined or thought possible.

Then he felt hands on his back, pushing him forward.

He went willingly, laying down across the smooth, warm scales of Blue’s abs, nuzzling his face between his ample pecs, leaving a trail of drool as those hands flattened him against Blue.

Then he felt, at the rim of muscle stretched so, so far around the base of Blue’s gargantuan dick, another prod.

And, draping himself over Cassidy’s back and crushing him between the two dragon-men, Green started to press in.

===

“Brother,” Genji panted.

“Genji,” Hanzo breathed back. “Careful, careful…”

“He won’t break, brother,” Genji replied, voice thick with lust. “I can feel him…feel him welcoming me in. He’s stretching so far…can you feel how much he wants us? Can you feel him spreading open, letting me join you inside him? He’s so hot, brother, and he wants us so badly! So, so…ungh!”

Whatever word Genji was looking for was drowned in the sensation of his cockhead rubbing against Hanzo’s, trapped together in the vise of their mate’s body, and Hanzo could feel, from where their mate was sandwiched between them, his cock press even more firmly against his hard abdominals…against Hanzo’s abs, through the tissue and flesh of their mate, pushed there by Genji’s cock claiming its own space alongside his.

“Brother,” Genji hissed. “Can I move? Is he ready?”

Hanzo looked between them. Their mate had the side of his face mashed in the valley between his pecs, his jaw lolling open. He gently reached down and inclined his head slightly so that their eyes could meet. Tears were streaming from their mate’s eyes, but his pupils were full and dilated, his face flush and slack with pleasure.

They stared at each other for a few moments, then their mate’s gaze became slightly more coherent, just slightly, as though he recognized the unspoken question in Hanzo’s eyes.

Then, gripping his knees into Hanzo’s scales, he managed, despite Genji’s weight bearing down on him, to make the tiniest motion up, off the gigantic cocks lancing into his flesh…

…and back down, fucking himself back until Hanzo and Genji’s balls pressed firmly against his ass.

It was all the dragon brothers needed.

===

“Hungh! Hungh! Hungh!” Cassidy grunted, over and over, as Green pounded, hammered into him.

There was no room for thought, no room for comprehension of any kind. There was only the pressure and the solid masses, both inside him rearranging his innards with each thrust, and outside him encasing him in warm, smooth, shining scales overlaying heavy, massive muscle.

But it wasn’t enough.

From this angle, in this position, it was more difficult for Blue to fuck him, really fuck him, but not impossible, and Cassidy really, really wanted him to make the effort. He needed both of those cocks moving within him. He needed both of them to skewer him.

He needed both of them to claim him.

And, looking up into Blue’s face, dark and blue and ravenous as Green panted and grunted and moved above them both, he could see the want, but also the fear, that the relatively tiny creature between them might not be strong enough to endure two ferocious dragons.

Cassidy didn’t care if he was strong enough.

He needed it one way or another.

So he swept his hands up to grasp and paw at Blue’s jawline, the only part of his face within reach, feeling the fine, soft bristles of his beard, wet and shiny with spit, as he opened his mouth and begged, “Please, honey, please. I need it. I need you both to move. C’mon, sugar, I see how much you want it. Take it. Take me. Fuck me.”

Blue blinked.

Then he snarled.

And Cassidy’s vision disappeared in a flash of white light as two colossal dragon-men with two monstrous cocks fucked into his ass with wild, unbridled abandon.

===

Hanzo and Genji were completely lost in a hazy, heady rush. Nothing about this mating was synchronized or coordinated. They were too loathe to leave the silken embrace of their mate’s body, too anxious to drive back into his soft, tight heat, and the feel of the other’s hard rod, rubbing against each other as they alternately vied and supported each other, fighting and cooperating to carve out space in the welcoming, receptive flesh of their mate, only added to the urgency and chaos.

At times they were thrusting together, leaving their mate unbearably, wastefully empty before filling him so full that his skin stretched and strained against Hanzo, trying to contain them. At other times, they were practically taking turns, Genji joyfully spearing in while Hanzo reluctantly withdrew before Genji regretfully drew out and Hanzo elatedly drove inward, never leaving their mate without one or the other.

But mostly it was an anarchic, feverish mess of the very best kind, with each brother fucking into the perfect incadescent fire of their mate’s body exactly as he pleased, but however they fucked into him, their mate received them and gave them exactly while they needed, and all the while making the sweetest, neediest noises that drove them to ever greater and greater heights.

Small as their mate was pressed between them, it was easy for Genji to find Hanzo’s lips and capture them in a bruising, biting, licking, loving kiss that went on and on and on as the brothers catapulted towards the pinnacle.

They were so lost in themselves that they didn't even notice when their mate’s cum splashed out across the scales of Hanzo’s abs.

Nor when it happened again.

And again.

Despite the turbulent session, however, the brothers reaffirmed their underlying connection by erupting within their mate almost simultaneously.

Moaning, almost crying out into each other's mouths, swallowing each other’s shouts, they came hard, and Hanzo shuddered when he realized he could feel the throb and ebb and flow of their essence through their mate’s skin…at least, until they had filled him up so much that the bulge of their cocks was lost among the protrusion of their semen spilling and filling, spilling and filling him up and marking him, transforming him into their mate, unquestionably, indisputably theirs from the inside out, painted and marked and immersed in their essence so thoroughly that there would not be even the smallest possibility of mistaking him for anyone else's.

As the quakes and tremors died away, leaving them sated, drained, and utterly, wonderfully content, they laid there in the bright sunshine for a long time, lounging in the pleasant hum of the afterglow, their mate safe and secure between them, their cocks almost floating in the sea of semen within him.

Hanzo noted with a smirk that as they had marked him, their mate had marked him, Hanzo, the elder brother, with his semen. He had marked Hanzo first, as was proper. The cooling feel and strong scent of his semen on Hanzo’s scales was a triumph, and he wondered idly when Genji would realize it and would sullenly demand that their mate mark him, too, put out and jealous…especially when it finally occurred to him that Hanzo had planned it out that way.

He was the elder brother for a reason, Hanzo thought smugly.

Genji began to move, and Hanzo sighed as his weight left him and their mate, and in the few moments of peace before Genji realized what had happened and started pouting, Hanzo leisurely examined their mate, flat on his belly and chest, slotted between his pecs, looking completely fucked out and perfect and content.

"Hanzo," Genji murmured.

"I know," Hanzo said smugly.

"What?" Genji asked, glancing at him with a confused look. "No you don't. Come here and look."

"I'm comfortable," Hanzo complained, the petulance that he shared with his brother rushing to the surface.

Genji rolled his eyes. "Then just…just turn him around, then."

Hanzo grunted, but Genji began scooting their mate around, though he was gentle about it for both their mate and Hanzo’s sake, since the motion tugged Hanzo’s cock out to flop wet and heavy against his thigh.

Their mate hardly protested, only murmuring softly as his own semen smoothed the way as Genji more or less rotated him in place until Hanzo was greeted by…

…by his…

…by his huge, gaping hole, dripping with cum.

Hanzo was spellbound. The ring of muscle had unquestionably been stretched further than ever before, and now it was trying to wink closed, but entirely in vain, and all the while, Genji and Hanzo’s essence, pearly and brilliant in the sun, was leaking out in a thick stream over their mate's ballsack in a supremely erotic fashion.

Although…came a small but highly indignant corner of Hanzo’s mind. How was their mate supposed to host their brood if he allowed their essences to leak out before they could unite with his body?

That, along with a helping of curiosity, prompted Hanzo to reach out with a closed fist.

Their mate shuddered, but his body only gave a small amount of resistance, the ring of muscle gripping loosely at his wrist, as his fist entered and sealed up their cum inside his body.

"Wow," Genji breathed, awestruck. "Our mate can do anything!"

"He can," Hanzo agreed with no less awe. His awe grew, though, when he realized he could feel the rim of their mate's entrance tightening and strengthening, gripping more and more firmly around his wrist.

Seized by inspiration, he put his hand on their mate's hip and tugged on him gently, sitting up and careful not to tug on his red, gaping, but rapidly recovering asshole.

Their mate cried out when Hanzo’s tongue licked around the sensitive tissue, soaked with spit.

Hanzo had to quickly withdraw his fist; his theory was proven. As soon as he licked around the swollen, sensitive muscle, it turned a rosy, healthy pink and started rebounding to its normal size. Only a dab or two of cum managed to escape before the once-gaping hole shrank down to a petite, almost cute rosebud once more.

Hanzo and Genji stared.

Then they looked at each other.

Genji grinned, his fangs sharp.

"He's ready."

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