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Patreon Compilation – Fic#279 – Hanzo/Cassidy – transman Hanzo; anal penetration; praise kink; A/B/O – Sticky Heat
🕑 Added 2024-04-03 05:23:44 +0000 UTCHanzo/Cassidy – Cassidy just keeps working Hanzo over thoroughly.
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Part 2 (This Part)
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The room is so thick with Hanzo’s heat pheromones that it feels like Cole should be able to physically see them. It’s filling his head and getting him right on the verge of a heat-induced headache.
His knot is throbbing slow and in time with his heart. He had been so desperately, exquisitely close to coming seconds ago, but seeing Hanzo have a tongue-lolling, pussy-squirting orgasm has kind of reigned it in. Not that it wasn’t insanely hot – it absolutely was, but it reminded Cole of how he needed to keep calm. Keep in control.
Make sure he absolutely and completely fucks Hanzo up so he’ll be nice and pliant and just sleep through the rest of this killer heat he is experiencing.
As he’s lying there, limbs akimbo, his eyes still rolled up into his skull and out to the world, Cole has all the time he’d ever need to just look at him. Those fat pecs look a little more swollen than usual, as does his puffy cunt. It’s lewd; a juicy, drooling mouth that’s been begging for Cole’s cock… only that he’s not giving in to that.
Hanzo had been very specific about where he wants Cole’s dick before he lost his mind to the heat; and Cole is diligent in following his instructions. Not that it is a hardship drilling his massive erection into his now obscenely swollen backdoor.
There also is that little part of him that thrives on hearing Hanzo shriek when he slaps that delightful cunt.
While Hanzo is still out to the world, Cole reaches out and drags one thick finger through his gash; from the drooling, clenching opening, up to his fat T-dick.
Hanzo’s legs spasm. He groans throaty and gurgling, his hands blindly trying to find his own dick and shield it from Cole – or some other ludicrous shit. Cole hums, a crooked grin on his mouth. He easily gathers Hanzo’s hands again in one of his and gently guides them up above his head.
“None of that, now. You don’t want to keep me from touching you wherever I want to, hmn? You’re my sweet little Omega whore who just spreads his thighs and says ‘yes daddy’ and ‘please daddy’, aren’t you? Yes, you are… and look how gorgeous your sloppy pussy is for me… oh, you’re so deep in heat, aren’t you?”
There’s a condescending sing-song quality to Cole’s voice. Usually he would never get away with that shit, but right now Hanzo is nothing more than a few greedy, hungry holes and after a second of having to mull it over in his swollen brain, he does open his thighs nice and wide; so eager to contort himself for his Alpha.
“Good boy,” Cole croons, his voice having dipped down almost by an octave. “Here’s what good boys like you get…” He grabs Hanzo’s wrists a little harder to make sure he does not rip them out of his grip, then gives his swollen pussy a nice, meaty slap.
Hanzo’s back arches. He does not scream out; he does not even try to close his thighs and shield his poor Omega cunt from the rough treatment. There is a pathetic little dribble coming from him that smells like he is pissing himself submissively for his Alpha.
Cole feels his balls suddenly pulling tight toward his body, the need for an orgasm now back and more overwhelming than ever.
He curls his arms around Hanzo’s hips and lifts him up enough that he can shimmy his thighs beneath him. His cock is heat seeking it seems; nosing against the sloppy, gaping hole between Hanzo’s cheeks and slipping in without any aid.
Hanzo is perfect like that; welcoming, silky-hot holes that he never withholds for Cassidy. Always just so generous with letting him spread them on his dick until they’re buttery soft and have trouble going back to being nice and tight for days afterwards…
Hanzo wheezes softly. He seems to be coming back into himself some more, blinking a few times and slowly lifting his head to stare at Cole like he’s seeing him for the first time or something. Which doesn’t mean he opposes to being absolutely stuffed with his cock. The heat he is in means that he feels like he is burning up on the inside and Cole already starts sweating just a couple seconds into squeezing himself back into that wet and suckling space.
“Doin’ so good for me, aren’t ya?” he drawls low, pushing until his glans finally pops past Hanzo’s swollen, sloppy rim and he can see him go nice and cross-eyed again. He is so sensitive…
“Fuck, you always take me so well- had a few Omega hole toys back in the day but I’ll be damned if they could take dick even half as good as you. Pretty little fuckdoll…”
It’s all in the tone of voice he uses; the soft sing-song that kind of distracts Hanzo from the actual words Cole is saying… though not completely.
He starts to whine, putting his hands over his face to hide himself away while he’s finally getting filled up again, his swollen pussy now untouched and ignored which is a sweet torture in and off itself.
He loves listening to Cole croon sweet filth at him just as much as he hates it. It makes him self-conscious and overwhelmed.
Cole is very much aware of that – which is why he enjoys it so much. Watching that flush that creeps through Hanzo’s chest deepen even more, this time not from the heat coursing through his body but from the embarrassment he feels at being seen by the Alpha and being praised by him.
His hole suckles on Cole’s cock like the most perfect little mouth; clutching desperately and trying to pull him deeper inside.
“Damn, feels like ya can never get enough,” Cole rasps. He grabs Hanzo by the hips and holds him steady so he can push into him inch by inch. He can’t get over how wide Hanzo has splayed his thighs; just completely opened himself up for him, letting him do whatever the Hell he wants to do to those slutty little holes of his.
His slick has long since started drenching the sheets beneath them. There is not a single dry spot on the damn bed as far as Cole is aware.
And shit… there it is. There it fucking is. Cole’s mouth starts hanging open. Maybe he’s even drooling, he’s not too sure.
He’s a big fucking Alpha… and Hanzo is a small, albeit sturdy Omega. He can take dick like a fucking champ – but there’s so little fucking room-
And right there he can see it: his cock through Hanzo’s belly. The bulge is causing a white hot spear of sensation down Cole’s spine. It’s somehow directly connected to his balls. For a second full of panic he thinks he’s already coming and that would be a tragedy beyond fucking compare – but he freezes like a damn statue and breathes through it, eyes closed so he can’t see his own dick flexing through Hanzo’s belly.
Absolutely insane.
“Shit, babydoll… never had a piece of ass hotter than you. You’re like… all my wet dreams rolled into one. Good thing we didn’t know each other when I just learned how to rub my dick, or I would’ve fuckin’ ripped it off in enthusiasm or some shit.”
He finally opens his eyes again. Around his cock, Hanzo’s hole has started working feverishly. They can hear the wet squelches of it smacking on his shaft, trying and failing to pull him in deeper because he’s already as deep as he will go.
Hanzo is just staring at him. He’s taken one hand off of his face; the other has just slid further down to his mouth where he is mindlessly chewing on his own damn fingers, staring at Cole with glassy, heat-bound eyes. He doesn’t look like he really understands anything that is going on anymore other than a cock rammed into his guts.
Cole leans forward and over him, completely covering the Omega and blotting out the light. Becoming Hanzo’s whole damn world as he forces his hips to curl up with him, still speared on dick.
Hanzo whines desperately as his legs awkwardly move in the air, one bending back until the foot hits the mattress above his head, the other just wagging helplessly in the air.
He’s got no bones. No muscles, no sinews. He’s just holes, slick and soft and ready to be pumped full.
So Cole gives it to him. He growls a low Alpha growl as he starts to pump his hips; non-threatening. Calming. Watching as Hanzo’s face becomes more and more slack the harder Cole drills his fat, veiny cock into his butter soft hole.
Hanzo does not make all too much noise. Cole only knows that he’s finally got him where he wants him to be when he starts squirting again, the liquid hitting the Alpha’s hairy chest first and Hanzo’s face second.
His whole body seems too overworked to even screw up tight around his dick and the knot he’s pumping into him but by God, Cole doesn’t need that anyway.
He roars triumphantly as he pushes one last time into the Omega and finally has his sticky, hot release deep inside his guts.
