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🕑 Added 2022-12-29 11:12:23 +0000 UTCPart 1 (This part)
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Reinhardt/Lúcio – size difference kink; virgin kink – Lúcio just needs a piece of that old man dick and Reinhardt is surprisingly docile and quiet... why could that be?
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Reinhardt is breathing so heavily, Lúcio would wonder if the old guy is going to have a heart attack if he didn’t know that his last physical had just been a few days ago and it came back perfectly fine.
Because he had done that physical.
And it had been the reason he’s here now, straddling Reinhardt’s lap and holding his ridiculously large cock while he drags his pouty hole against the glans to tease himself just as much as Reinhardt.
He’d been obsessed since seeing that big stud cock and he’s just had to have him. So here he is. One arm curled around Reinhardt’s neck, the other between their bodies, desperately clutching at the base of his cock while he starts to increase the pressure more and more until-
“God, fuck,” Lúcio exhales with feeling, head sinking back once the massive glans has finally popped past his rim. His abdomen feels liquidy and hot; like magma has started to ooze out from his very core while all Reinhardt does is sit there like a statue, breathing heavily… now with a distinct wheeze on every outward exhale.
“You alright, big guy?” Lúcio asks with a bit of a slur. He can feel himself getting cock drunk already. Wow, shit, that hasn’t happened in quite a while. Certainly not from just cramming a big fat tip into himself. Huh isn’t that fun?
“I… I am… yes, of course, ah… y-yes.”
Reinhardt stares at him with his one good eye. It looks a bit too bright, his mouth kind of slack. He’s clutching at the bedding as if for dear life.
“You sure?” Lúcio purrs and now that he doesn’t need to steady the big fat cock anymore, he can curl both arms around Reinhardt’s neck and bounce on just a few inches of meat. The stretch is causing some white noise in his ears. He’s in absolute heaven, insides clenching down something fierce and clinging desperately to the cock.
Reinhardt sounds like he’s choking on his own tongue.
“Y-yeah, it’s just been a… a while. My friend.” He tags the last bit on like it’s just a reflex born from about a hundred years of life. It probably is. His face is slack and his eye still very, very bright as he stares up at Lúcio.
“How long?” Lúcio asks cause he just can’t not. He’s sinking down just a bit more. He can feel himself getting a bit panicky, his heart thumping faster against his ribs as Reinhardt already pushes past a point that any cock has been able to reach.
The magma in his belly is spreading out, making his limbs feel loose. His insides are clenching desperately, holding on for dear life as if trying to force the meaty cock back out. Lúcio nearly misses Reinhardt’s answer through the whistling in his ears: “I… can’t remember.”
He’s never heard him talk so quietly.
They stare at each other. Lúcio can feel his mouth moving but nothing comes to mind to say to that. Instead, Reinhardt croaks: “God, you… you feel so… so…”
He closes his eyes and tilts his head back. His bushy brows are furrowed and Lúcio can feel the massive dick inside him flexing so hard he can feel it push his belly out from the inside.
“Holy shit,” he slurs. Reinhardt is about to fucking shoot his load and Lúcio hasn’t even begun.
He curls his arms around his neck harder, lips pressing against the old guy’s ear, suddenly very nervous that he might not get to ride that big monster the way he had been obsessing over for days.
“It’s alright… i-it’s alright, big guy. Just calm down, okay? Deep breaths… gonna… gonna take it nice and easy. Have some fun, alright?”
His insides squeeze down on him again. He doesn’t want to, but his body is just working on its own, apparently unable to accept just how big the old man’s cock is. How wide it’s stretching him open – and he hasn’t even crammed all of it in yet. Fuck, he’s never really thought about their height difference until he’s almost doing a splits on Reinhardt’s lap and has to stretch his spine to even reach his face.
For a few moments everything goes desperately silent as both of them just breathe heavily and try to calm themselves down. Eventually Lúcio can feel Reinhardt starting to relax some, so he does as well, slipping just another inch further down on his dick. Stars explode in front of his eyes but he tries not to make a sound.
Can’t rile him up too fast…
“Okay,” Reinhardt finally chokes out. Lúcio had never imagined him being so docile while getting fucked… but for all intents and purposes this is his first time? Which is… weird? And really hot? Fuck, he’s going to ruin him for anybody else. He’s going to make sure his pussy is the only thing Reinhardt can think of when he goes to jerk his big ol’ cock.
And he’s going to get freaky while doing it.
“Okay, alright, uhm… w-why don’t you just… yeah… up? Further up?” He’s grabbed Reinhardt’s arm and is pushing it upward, eyes drinking in the sight of his biceps bulging. Fuck, he’s so muscular. Everything on him is so big.
“Like… so?” Reinhardt mutters, folding his arm at the elbow, hand at the back of his neck.
He looks confused which doesn’t surprise Lúcio. He’ll… get it. Probably.
“Damn, yeah… yeah just like that,” he groans and stuffs his face against Reinhardt’s armpit.
Just to… just to slow things down, right? To distract them from how Lúcio’s insides are clinging wet and desperate to the fat dick lodged inside him? Yeah… yeah. Shit and there’s more to come still…
To be continued... (most likely)
