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Patreon Compilation – Fic#314 – Blast From The Past!
🕑 Added 2024-12-04 06:33:14 +0000 UTCThis week's fic is a 'blast from the past' fic! To see on why that is, please have a small look into the pinned post. As already stated there, I can't encourage you enough to link your patreon to discord to have a peek into the patron-only channel – or to DM me for further info if you can't/don't want to link. Thank you!
Readable for all tiers this time :)
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This blast from the past is Patreon Comp Fic#39! Please enjoy this Genji/Lúcio!
Genji/Lúcio – cam-boy-Lúcio; dirty talk; size difference – Lúcio is such a nice guy. Until he is horny. Than he is a horny nice guy. And Genji is absolutely there for the messy hot outcome.
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Lúcio’s door had been just a crack open, flickering light spilling out into the otherwise dark hallway. It’s been the only indicator that their little medic had even still been awake, and the only thing that had made Genji turn away from his path towards the training range, traipsing down the corridor.
He just wanted to make sure that Lúcio was alright before gently closing the door and letting him be, but his very noble intentions had never come to fruition once he peeked through the gap of the door and got an eyeful (and earful) of what had been unfolding within the DJ’s rooms.
The camera is still rolling when Genji pushes Lúcio on his bed and spreads his legs wide. He does not care much. His playboy years are long behind him, but certain things just never change – like his exhibitionistic need to show off.
He can just about see the chat going absolutely wild when he mildly tilts his head to peek behind him, but that is the last that he pays attention to the wildly scrolling box or the little window showing what the camera is picking up on.
He turns back to Lúcio who stares at him with big, shocked eyes, his mouth a little ‘o’ of surprise. Genji can register the exact degree of heat Lúcio is giving off. His fingerpads are sensitive enough, but when he gently takes off his mask, he can also feel the humiliated heat of Lúcio’s body against his face.
“Wow,” Genji says softly, slowly looking Lúcio down, then up again. “Wow,” he whispers again. Lúcio swallows hard. He tries to shut his thighs and pull his knees up towards his chest to hide his gorgeous wet cock and the gold ring pierced through the glans, but Genji is there in the blink of an eye, forcing him to remain still; show himself off to the camera and the cyborg. Show off the neon green base of the dildo he has been working into his sloppy snatch in front of thousands of people.
Breathily telling them about a fantasy that Genji had only caught half off before he slipped into the room, cock straining against the protective piece of armor covering it.
“I can’t believe it,” he says softly. He does not know what his face looks like at that moment, but Lúcio whimpers like he is afraid, his big brown eyes a bit wet; like he is about to break out into tears while speared on his toy and looked at by Genji. Genji, who had apparently been starring in that little lewd fantasy of his.
“We’ve been tip-toeing around you, thinking you’re the sweetest little bean on the planet, when in reality you’re an exhibitionism slut that gets off on thousands of people watching you fuck yourself on your little toy…”
His hands are curled around Lúcio’s wrists, keeping them pinned neatly above his head. Lúcio presses his lips together. They are trembling. God, he is cute.
When Genji carefully lets go off him, he does not try to push him away; just keeps lying there like a slut, waiting for Genji to do… whatever he wants with him. Genji hisses and reaches down, unclasping the crotch piece of his armor to let his cock spring free; synthetic and slimy from pre-cum and whatever self-lubrication measures Angela has fitted him with.
Lúcio is looking down and watching it, his face going slack. He hasn’t been expecting it; or maybe not like that.
“Like it?” Genji purrs. “Better than your slutty little fantasies?”
Lúcio’s eyes flick up to him again. Genji is pretty sure that his cheeks are burning with humiliation, even though he can’t quite make it out – his eyes aren’t as good without his visor. Lúcio is probably wondering just how much Genji has heard.
“Genji’d be so thick,” he echoes back at him, mechanics letting him perfectly imitate Lúcio’s voice and the whiney cadence it had had to it when Genji had been standing outside, listening in. “He’d stretch me out so wide… and he’d have no issues with stamina… he could just pile drive me for hours… get my cunt to squirt on his cock with all the lube I have used to prepare myself for the fucking…”
Lúcio clenches his eyes shut. He looks absolutely humiliated but his cock is a thick line against his belly, almost drooling into his belly button.
“G-Genji you… you misunderstand,” he tries softly; sounding just like the sweet little thing that the rest of the base knows him as; the cute little DJ that all their dicks get wet for but that they don’t want to taint with their lust.
Genji is stupidly amused about how wrong they all have been.
“Do I?” he says gently, letting go off Lúcio’s wrists slowly. The young man moves immediately, but not to twist away or push at Genji; he curls his hands around Genji’s shoulders and looks at him with his big brown eyes; soft and sweet and begging for mercy. “Why don’t you explain it to me, then?”
Genji reaches down and curls his fingers around his cock, slippery and ready to use that sweet little hole like a fleshlight.
Lúcio stares at him, mouth dropping open, then closing again. He either can’t make a sound or he can’t think of a logical explanation for all of this.
Genji smiles at him; not unkind. He’s not mad at Lúcio, after all. Quite the contrary.
“Don’t worry. I’m about to make your stream a lot more steamy. I’m sure your viewers will appreciate it.”
Lúcio whimpers.
.o.
“Look at this whore! He’s been gagging for cock and not let anybody at his stingy little cunt… it’s rude, isn’t it? Never took you for the rude kind, Lúcio…”
Genji is in his element. It has been a decade or more since he last got to show off to a crowd; it is different through a webcam but the ultimately not so different to when he used to fuck in the middle of a dance floor when he still had been one of the Shimada heirs and nobody dared to tell him no.
He has Lúcio sitting on his lap, back to his chest, and hands beneath the little DJ’s knees to pull his legs up and far apart until he can see the strain on his trembling muscles in the little video feed in the corner of the screen.
The chat is going wild.
“Hold your junk out of the way. Let them see what your cunt looks like when a real cock plows it.”
Lúcio has one hand across his face, his trembling mouth turned down like he is about to start sobbing, but his other hand is crawling down his tight little belly and obediently curls his fingers around his tight balls and draws them up higher and out of the way to let the camera record his defilement.
“Have you ever had a real cock?” Genji asks him excitedly. “You feel so unused. Played with tons of toys and stretched yourself out like a two dollar whore and still feel unused. What’s up with that, huh?”
He wishes he had another arm just to try and stuff a finger into Lúcio alongside his rim. Test out whether he does the same sweet crying and hiccuping as he did when Genji carefully fitted his slippery cock into him after dragging the toy out of the used up cunt.
The thought of being Lúcio’s first real cock makes him almost overheat. The vents in his shoulders pop out and release steam in hissing, billowing clouds. Genji smiles a bit maniacally when he realizes that he promised Lúcio to make it steamy.
He uses the grip he has on Lúcio to drag him up, listening to the hitch in his breath when the pain from getting his legs spread so far apart mixes with the sensation of having a flexing, moving cock drag against the insides of his intestines. Maybe for the first time. God, he hopes it is. He hopes he’s giving Lúcio his first time on a real nice dick in front of thousands of people that are screaming for his defilement; for Genji to throw him down and fuck him until he forgets how to breathe.
He will. Oh fuck, he will… but for now he needs to make Lúcio feel every little drag and ridge with intimate accuracy.
“You need to let the others know, too,” he promises him with a dark voice. “You should do it before I do it, at the very least… They might have some mercy on you if you pull down your pants and show them your fucked sloppy cunt instead of me showing them pictures of it creamed by me.”
He kisses behind Lúcio’s ear while the young man hiccups, overstimulated and humiliated.
“Either way… they’ll want to break you on their cocks…”
