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Extension May Drabble #2
🕑 Added 2020-06-01 05:00:02 +0000 UTCThe silence in the room keeps stretching. The kitchen is immediately attached, and the doorway is so wide that he’s pretty much still in the same room anyway. He tries to pretend like this is something completely normal, but he can now feel the anger radiate off of Hanzo.
He says something in a pressed voice to the men on his screen. Jesse still can’t understand Japanese, but he at least knows what ‘gomenasai’ means. He hears some rustling of clothes and realizes just a second too late that Hanzo is advancing on him.
There’s a split second in which he debates actually grabbing a knife to defend himself because he’s not sure what Hanzo will do to him. Hanzo grabs him by the elbow and spins him around, practically pinning him against the kitchen aisle.
“What. Are you. Doing,” he says softly, voice dangerously calm. Jesse swallows hard, looking down at him.
“Was hungry,” he croaks. Hanzo’s dark eyes spit fire. He looks like a dragon that is about to bite Jesse’s head off, but an authoritative voice calling from the laptop saves his hide. It’s clear Hanzo’s person is demanded back. He stares at Jesse one moment longer, then turns abruptly and stomps back to his previous place.
Jesse inhales deeply and exhales slowly, collecting himself. He stays for a while in the kitchen, just listening to the conversation being picked up again in the other room, and gathering his courage. Hanzo could be a scary motherfucker, but for the most part it was just his continuous bitch face that made the real damage.
He would be up for a bit of fun. He’d come around to it.
.o.
Hanzo is still quietly mortified about Jesse’s appearance. He’d not even noticed him in the little preview behind him until father had stopped speaking, his face going absolutely stony.
He is now acutely aware of Jesse’s presence in the kitchen where he is moving about and doing something. Hanzo wouldn’t be surprised if he were puttering around just to make some noise and have an alibi for him coming out into the living room when Hanzo had very clearly told him that that was not an option.
Neither father, nor his uncles had said anything about the American appearing over his shoulder, but he could tell by the hectic red dots on some of their gaunt cheeks that they were… ‘not amused’, so to say.
There probably would be a very sternly worded letter coming his way soon about decorum and how dishonorable it was to be giving an American of such brutish qualities any of his precious… affections.
Hanzo does not care about their opinions on the matter, but it is embarrassing nonetheless. Especially since father had been able to see the kind of man that Hanzo enjoyed in his bed the most.
Jesse wasn’t pretty (or had any outstanding qualities regarding personal hygiene), but Hanzo… enjoys his presence a little too much for comfort. He’s an excellent pet. A boy toy without any of the usual boy toy qualities, which endears him even more to Hanzo. He liked to push out of the mold.
He is just starting to relax himself once more, when he becomes aware of a movement in the little preview of himself. He very carefully does not turn around to look, quietly praying that Jesse’s reappearance would not be noticed if he did not make thing out of it, but of course he’s never that lucky.
He would strangle Jesse as soon as the conference with his father and uncles was concluded.
Uncle Ito keeps talking, but more slowly. There is even a slight pause in his diction as his eyes snap to the edge where within seconds, all other dark eyes are moving to as well, the eight men in the conference quietly watching as Jesse slowly moves back into view.
Hanzo keeps his face calm, but his pulse spikes immediately when he sees the robe Jesse is wearing. It is Hanzo’s, so it doesn’t fit him in any way shape or form. It is too short for one, showing off his long, hairy legs, and the front does only barely close across his broad chest.
There a bowl in his hands, but Hanzo would not be surprised if it was empty. He keeps moving through the frame, not paying them any attention, robe opening wide enough as he walks that there are just the merest glimpses of his ruddy cock swishing against the inside of his thigh.
Hanzo’s mouth runs dry, hands slowly curling into fists on top of his thighs, but Jesse is out of the picture in a moment, and none of his relatives are saying anything.
While their faces would look nonplussed to anybody else, Hanzo can tell that they are stunned by the brash behavior. Hanzo knows that Jesse has not an ounce of shame in his body. It has led to quite a few memorable moments and to Hanzo wanting to pick him up like some sort of pet in the first place, but…
...it is less endearing when he shows that side of himself to his austere uncles and quietly fuming father.
Hanzo’s chin has barely dipped for an apology, when Jesse comes back into frame behind him. He freezes again, eyes on the small preview screen. There’s a subtle grin on Jesse’s face that promises he is up to no good.
Hanzo knows a split second before Jesse turns toward the camera what he is about to do. Color drains from his face. He whips around to tell him off, but it’s already too late: the shameless bastard has grabbed the sides of his already loose robe and spread it open, giving both Hanzo, as well as his uncles and father a full frontal.
There’s no hesitation, no sign of remorse, just Jesse standing there with a lazy, shit eating grin, showing it all off. His hairy chest and hirsute belly and the wild thatch of pubes that Hanzo likes to bury his nose in for minutes at a time before finally taking care to swallow the fat ruddy dick that he’s showing off just as proudly as the rest of himself.
It is chubby.
He is enjoying this.
As Hanzo stares, frozen in shock, Jesse’s cock starts to fill; a definite upwards turn as he even lets his hips slowly circle. Making a show out of humiliating Hanzo in front of his family. The silence behind him is impossibly loud in his ears. He doesn’t know what his uncles and father are doing, but he is sure that this will have dire consequences.
When he finally turns back, face blank despite the panic bubbling inside him (and the part of him that just wants to laugh hysterically), he is a little… stunned to see red cheeks all around.
His eyes search for his father, quietly staring at him. Sojiro’s dark eyes bore back into him before flicking to the side again when there is more movement. Hanzo watches in the preview as Jesse behind him reaches down and grabs his own cock, weighing it in his big hand, and giving it a slow stroke from tip to base.
He is jerking off for them, head tilting back just slightly, all decorum out the window, if there indeed ever was some to be found.
“Hanzo,” his father’s voice suddenly jerks him out of the sight of watching Jesse. He looks back to the screen, realizing his uncles were one by one logging out, probably after a no uncertain sign from the head of the clan. “What is the meaning of this?”
He is speaking heavily accented English, just to make sure Jesse would understand them as well, int seems. Hanzo inhales deeply.
“I am not sure,” he says finally, fingers digging into his thigh. “But I will find out.”
Sojiro sneers, though the expression is somewhat dulled by the red splotches on his cheeks.
“He is your… toy?” he asks derisively. Jesse’s eyes are fixed now on the screen, his hand stopped on his dick but still grabbing it. He seems frozen now as well by Sojiro’s stare, unprepared for daddy to get in on the fun.
“Indeed,” Hanzo says softly, trying to relax himself.
“He seems rather… uncouth. Proud of his body, is he?”
The corner of Hanzo’s mouth twitches a little.
“Obviously,” he says disdainfully, finally turning again to throw Jesse a cold stare.
“He might need to be taught some humility, then. I will not allow for a stray mutt to humiliate my son.”
Hanzo’s mouth curves slowly into a smile.
“Thank you, father.”
Comments
Carrot
And that's how Jesse McCree got ruined by an entire extended family.
Cyberrat
>:3c they‘ll train the rowdy boi
Mechformers
"Thank you, father" indeed lol 👀
