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Blast From The Past – Fic#332 – Cassidy/Hanzo – virgin Hanzo; hole inspection; dirty talk; reluctant but loving it – Please, Sir...
🕑 Added 2025-04-09 05:41:15 +0000 UTCBlast from the past fic from old fic #50!
Hanzo/Cassidy – virgin Hanzo, hole inspection, dirty talk, reluctant but loving it – Hanzo is a prissy bitch just like we know him; and Cole is fed up.
(Formerly posted with Cole's old name)
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“Out of my way.” Hanzo doesn’t quite say ‘mutt’, but it is strongly implied by the disgusted curl to his nose as he somehow manages to look down on a man several inches taller than he.
Cole turns slightly to glance over his shoulder at the archer who is waiting to be let into the showers after their workout session. They’re friends by now, Cole would guess if anybody asked him (which nobody has or would), but there are things that put his teeth on edge. Like Hanzo pretending he still is a King among men.
“Well, then.”
Cole angles his broad body to the side to let Hanzo squeeze through the gap he has created; which the archer does, but only with ill grace, his shoulder digging painfully in Cole’s upper arm as he jostles against him to let him know how annoyed he is with his contrariness.
“Alright. Let’s see it, then,” Cole drawls and he has a split second of Hanzo looking back at him in confusion before he grabs for the Shimada and puts him to the tiled ground of the bathroom in just a few handy pushes and pulls that the high and mighty heir has not been expecting; not now and not by him.
There is a length of leather that Cole has always tucked away in his chaps and it comes in very handy when he has to loop it around Hanzo’s arms to secure them behind his back.
Hanzo is not screaming, or making any much sounds, other than heavy breathing as he struggles and tries some of his ninja tricks to get out of the very thorough hold that Cole has on him.
His eyes are wide and shocked when Cole cares to look for a moment. He has not been expecting Cole to be this efficient in disarming anybody (least of all Hanzo ‘High And Mighty King’ Shimada) and it shows in how lax his jaw has become.
Cole is not in the business of getting annoyed at being underestimated. To the contrary, he makes a concerted effort to appear like a bumbling buffoon, and as he grins at Hanzo while unlocking his prosthetics with soft hisses of the hydraulics, he makes sure to make it sharper and meaner than usual.
Hanzo almost physically recoils, his cheeks becoming a dark pink.
“Cassidy!” he hisses, and Cole can feel the hairs on his arms lift at the way he pronounces his name. Ka-si-dee. It makes it sound even more affronted. Cole grins at him slow and easy. He shifts on his knees and is annoyed for a moment that he’s still wearing so many fucking layers, but Hanzo at least, in his impatience, is already stripped down to just a towel around his hips.
“Aww… don’t lookit me like that. If ye’re bein’ a little goddamn bitch you have to expect a bit of blowback, right? I bet that’s not the first time.”
“Un… unhand me,” Hanzo hisses, but his flush is slowly spreading and his considerably shortened legs are not trying to clamp around Cole’s head and squeeze the living daylights out of him until his head pops.
He’s a lot more into this whole little situation than he wants to admit. Cole hums thoughtfully.
“Cute. Ye’re even soundin’ like a damsel in distress. All for lil ol’ me. Now… let’s see...” He has shuffled his way between Hanzo’s knees which are clamping down around his sturdy waist, and he is reaching for the fold of Hanzo’s towel which had up until now held up valiantly against the struggling and throwing around.
Hanzo gets a little panicky and squirmy when he feels the fabric starting to slide, and Cole makes soft, shushing sounds at him.
“Easy now… Ye’re not the first prissy bitch that needs a bit o’ rough an’ tumble to get their head back straight. I’m a professional, you see. Nothin’ to worry about when doctor Cassidy is in the house.”
He throws the towel wide and hums when he sees Hanzo’s cock; nice and pink and on its best way to erect, lifting eagerly from a very neatly groomed thatch of pubes.
“Very pretty,” he tells him earnestly. He had expected as much; Hanzo comes across like a bitch that likes to be in control even of every single little hair on his body, and the fact that right now he is decidedly not in control seems to excite him very much indeed.
“Wanna see mine?” Cole drawls, hands going to his heavy belt. Hanzo’s face twists.
“Choke on it,” he hisses back even though he is craning his neck and trying to catch a glimpse, and Cole shrugs his shoulders and stops opening his pants for now. Hanzo looks disappointed if Cole has any say in it and he thinks this might just be what the little bastard needs to finally learn some manners.
“Well then. Since we got that figured out – how about you show doctor Cassidy what he’s workin’ with?”
He grasps Hanzo’s thighs just above his knees and pushes them upwards until he is on his shoulder blades, body curled into the air, and even the flexible ninja grunts with the position.
His stumps are wiggling in the air, trying to give him a balance that he does not need.
Cole would have figured that Hanzo would be a lot more talkative and curse him to hell and back, but he’s become very quiet except for his quick, wet breaths that Cole can hear quite well bouncing off of the tiled walls of the bathrooms.
He just hopes that nobody will trudge in on them now; it could be a very awkward explanation he’d have to give. (“Well, ya see, Hanzo’s my friend but he’s also a rude little bitch that needs his hole spread on dick, I think.”)
He whistles softly when he’s up close to the sweet little cunt. It is naked like the day he’s born and a sweet, soft pink that makes his belly do a delicious, slow flip.
“Lookit this…” he croons and only needs to lean forward a little to have his extended tongue touch the little pussy. It is as silky as it looks, and Hanzo makes the sweetest, confused sounds; all high-pitched and a little whiny.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say ye’re a cute virgin, Shimada,” Cole drawls after having sealed his mouth around the hole and sucked until he could pop off loud and lewd and watch just how very red and pouty it had become.
Hanzo doesn’t say anything. He neither confirms nor denies it; just whimpers and wriggles his stumps and has this glassy look on his face when Cole peers past his flushed dick down his hard belly to where Hanzo’s impressive pecs look like they are choking the guy right now.
“Or maybe,” Cole says thoughtfully, one finger slowly rounding the little tender muscle while his mechanic hand keeps Hanzo nice and fixed, “...maybe I don’t know better?”
Shimada doesn’t react other than a soft, wet gasp because Cassidy’s big blunt fingertip is starting to nudge inside his groomed hole. The muscles are firm and trembling, gripping Cassidy’s finger tight and squeezing down nervously like he’s already presented with a meaty cock-
and the prospect of Hanzo Shimada actually still being a virgin – at least an anal one – makes Cole’s head spin something fierce. It tilts his world somewhat on its axis as he simultaneously tries to figure out how something like this could have happened (well, Hanzo is a fucking bitch) and how he should proceed now.
Hanzo is still not protesting against the rude fingering, so Cole barrels on as if he did not have any qualms about this.
“Bummer I don’t have any lube on me…” he murmurs as he slowly fucks his finger deeper, watching the hungry hole spread for him, even just as minimal as this. Inside, Hanzo is warm and silky, the walls wet and clinging. He uses all his muscles to press down on the intruder, and his high cheek bones are about as flushed as his cock now.
He is still panting these wet little gasps that zing up and down Cole’s spine and simultaneously settle at the base of his skull and the throbbing tip of his cock.
Cole fucks him slowly, intimately aware of how bad spit is as lube, especially for a… for a… for a virgin, for Christ’s sake! but Hanzo takes it like a fucking champ; not a peep of discomfort.
Cole shuffles closer, braces him with his body so he has his other hand free as well and curls it around Hanzo’s shaft.
It does not take long after that. Hanzo’s wet breaths become soft, high-pitched moans as he starts to struggle against the binding of his arms once more; probably to grab at Cole or clamp a hand across his mouth.
But Cole fucks in a bit more rudely, a bit deeper than Hanzo has been used to, making him spread that little bit more around his hairy knuckle, and suddenly Hanzo is coming, face contorted in bliss as his cock squirts cum in dribbling arcs that drip along his belly and even land in his beard and face.
Well.
Well, if Cole hasn’t shown him. Coming in his own face and all that.
Shit.
