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Patreon Compilation – Fic#159 – McCree/Hanzo – King/harem AU; jealousy; Hanzo being bratty – Mine Mine Mine
🕑 Added 2021-12-15 06:52:49 +0000 UTCMcCree/Hanzo – King McCree has a favorite concubine... but since Hanzo has been sick for a while, he had to make due with other girls from his harem. Which Hanzo does Not like.
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Hanzo is sitting on his pillow just as instructed, but it becomes harder and harder to do so the longer he has to watch this new girl simpering over King McCree as if she had any right to even touch the ornate armrest of his chair.
She has generously opened a few buttons of her blouse and makes it a point to lean down low whenever McCree calls her over to murmur a new instruction in her ear.
Hanzo is seething. It’s not like he is unfamiliar with the tactic. He’s done it himself more often than not, enjoying the attention and greedy looks he gets from the King, but… he does have to admit that he can’t quite offer this generous a cleavage, and the knowledge has him digging his fingers into the soft harem pants he is wearing, dangerously close to ripping them.
Oh, he hates seeing any of the other concubines taking up the King’s time. He hates, hates, hates it. Especially when he is freshly off a sick bed and hasn’t had an opportunity to soak in McCree’s attention in days now.
Has he been exchanged for someone new already?
Hanzo grinds his teeth, staring daggers at the back of the new girl, until she turns to leave the room and he is left staring daggers at the King instead, who glances over just in time to see.
His bushy brows lift, mouth going a bit slack in surprise that he would be the recipient of such a downright rude stare before a wry smile stretches over his sensual mouth.
“Oh what now? I haven’t seen you in days. Stop glaring and come here, sweety.” A big, beringed hand slaps the strong line of his thigh, beckoning Hanzo closer.
He doesn’t need to be told twice. He hurries up and over, almost stumbling over the edge of the luscious carpet as he turns to sit his ass down on the King’s thigh, immediately wiggling to move over until he has it pressed against his cock as well. He can feel it through the thin breeches; big and warm and twitching at the sudden contact.
The King grunts, grabbing a hold of Hanzo’s hips, his surprise evident in his deep voice as he rumbles: “Someone is awfully eager… I would have thought sickness would keep your spirits down for a bit longer.”
His palms travel up along Hanzo’s sides, curving around his rib cage until McCree’s thick fingers can slowly drag over his nipples under the thin, flowy fabric that he has donned today. It’s all but see-through – just so he would have his King’s undivided attention. Which he did not have. Which was vexing.
“Never.” Hanzo shifts further, spreading his legs so he can hook them over McCree’s knees and be seated front and center on his interested dick. He arches his back, pushing himself further against it and listening to the hitch in the King’s breath.
“I can see that… mhhh you’re an aggressive little kitten today. I wonder what has gotten you this riled up.” He slides his warm fingers down to the edge of the little top that ends just beneath Hanzo’s pectorals and pushes the thin fabric up to expose his tits.
“Mmhhh I’ve missed these,” McCree croons, cupping his palms around them and grinding the heels into the fattest part of the muscle.
Hanzo can just about keep himself from scoffing.
“They are not as big as your new girl’s,” he sneers, head turning away.
That does give the King pause, head lifting from where he had been peering over Hanzo’s shoulder to watch the slight jiggle of his tits as he plays with them to look at the side of Hanzo’s face.
He can tell that the gears are turning in McCree’s head until he finally hums long and drawn out, hips giving a nice little thrust up against Hanzo’s ass.
“Well now. You are not jealous, are you, kitten? I am a big man with a big heart and a big cock… I think I have more than enough for all the little sweeties in my harem to have you satisfied many times over. Don’t you think?”
One of his hands falls down to cup Hanzo’s package through the sheer fabric of his harem pants, thumb slowly dragging along the shaft of his plumped up cock.
Hanzo almost chokes on his tongue, hands shooting down to curl around the King’s thick wrist, though not to pull his hand away… rather he makes him grab harder.
“I suppose so… but I would rather that you don’t even look at them when you have me to take care of your every need.”
The king chuckles, nosing just underneath Hanzo’s ear and the very expensive jewelry pierced into it. Hanzo is decked out in all the little gifts his king has made him ever since he came into his services. They are all badges of honor in Hanzo’s eyes…
He loves showing off all the glittering stones and the glinting gold chains so everybody knows that he is the king’s favorite concubine.
“You are awfully cheeky today,” McCree croons right against his ear, his hot breath tickling Hanzo and having goosebumps appear all over his body. “You might have to back that up…”
McCree’s thick fingers move to start tugging Hanzo’s thin pants down… and he is only too eager to help along, lifting himself up to help him pull them at least underneath his butt so there will be easy access for his king.
He even leans forward and spreads his cheeks with both hands for him, showing off the tender pink hole that he prepared so meticulously this morning; anticipating servicing his king after such a long time.
It does not take long for McCree to pull out his cock. Big and warm and fitting so perfectly along Hanzo’s crack.
“But my king-” Hanzo gasps softly, shying away from the press of the fat, blunt head against his hungry hole. He peeks over his shoulder to look at the king’s red, impatient face. He obviously wants to slide into Hanzo badly, which is just feeding his ego. “You promise me that I am your favorite, don’t you? You wouldn’t want any of the other girls…”
It is dangerous, of course, to want to demand anything off a king… but McCree is as kind as they come. At least to his concubines.
His dark eyes flick briefly up from Hanzo’s greedy little hole so desperately close to his aching cock, to stare at his face.
“Of course, little one… You will always be my favorite, don’t you know? Gorgeous little morsel… the most beautiful in all the land…”
Oh, Hanzo likes this. He likes this very much. He smiles all sweet over his shoulder while finally letting himself sink down to allow the swollen crown to start breaching his tender hole.
He’s missed this so much… having to go days without getting to feel his king’s warm, big cock spreading his muscles and sliding up into his belly-
“Oh dear-”
Hanzo opens his eyes to look over and see that harlot from before standing there. Despite her soft words, her face is red and angry looking as she stares daggers at Hanzo.
He smiles back at her, slowly letting himself sink deeper, spearing himself on their king’s cock while looking straight into her eyes.
“You love me most, don’t you?” he asks simpering, pretty sure McCree hasn’t even noticed their audience, too preoccupied with holding Hanzo’s hips in a grip hard enough to bruise and watching himself disappear inside his body to really pay attention to anything going on outside.
Hanzo gloats at her – though he can’t keep it up for too long. The burn and slide of the fat dick is distracting; especially after so many days of bedrest. It feels even bigger than usual… like it has swollen considerably or something.
The king seems to feel it as well. He curls his arms around Hanzo’s middle in a bear hug, forcing him to sit down the rest of the way.
“You have gone so tight… I might have to deprave you of my attention more often,” he rasps between Hanzo’s shoulder blades, one hand reaching up to meanly pinch a pudgy nipple.
Oh, Hanzo doesn’t like the sound of that. He doesn’t like the sound of that at all.
“You wouldn’t, though, right? Right?” he asks a bit desperately, clenching his muscles around the king’s cock filling his belly so nice…
“Prolly not… you feel too damn good,” McCree slurs. He sounds a bit drunk, sitting there and letting Hanzo do all the work in riding his erection and figuring out the angle he needs in order to have the blunt crown rubbing against his sweet spot every now and then.
Good… good.
It just seems like he has to establish dominance every once in a while… that’s alright. Hanzo can do that.
He can do that real well.
