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Patreon Comp – Fic #63 – Gabriel/Hanzo – jailbait Hanzo; dirty talk/slut shaming – First or Last... It Doesn't Matter 2
🕑 Added 2020-02-12 06:55:17 +0000 UTCContinuation of this patreon fic
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Hanzo’s throat makes the most peculiar clicking sounds when it is being force fucked on a big fat cock, and god, those noises are like cocaine for Gabriel’s overworked, drunken brain.
“Yeah, you’re not used to this, are you?” he says roughly, voice deep and a bit slurred, staring right into Hanzo’s big teary eyes. He doesn’t give him a moment to look away and pretend like this isn’t happening. “Jesse’s dick isn’t nearly as big as this one yet, huh?”
He shakes him like a wet dog via the grip he has on his long, silky hair. Hanzo gags more, his hands flying up and grabbing at everything and anything they can reach; mostly Gabriel’s thick, muscular thighs as he tries to dislodge him from his aching throat.
Gabriel rips him back, listening to the pop of his throat as the air suddenly streams back into it. Hanzo promptly starts coughing, curling himself forward until Gabriel finally has mercy and lets go of him to let him do as he wishes.
One of Hanzo’s hands is still on Gabriel’s thigh, just grabbing on to it while he holds the back of the other to his mouth as he coughs and tries to get his breathing back under control. Gabriel just stares down at him, a vague sense of dread starting to suffuse him as he realizes that he could have just thrown away his life.
One did not just… do this kind of shit with the spoiled little brat of a yakuza empire without their life ending very very… undesirable.
Before his sluggish thoughts can really start up a spiral of panic, however, Hanzo lifts his head, his dark cat eyes wet and velvety and desperate looking as he suddenly leans closer and nudges his face between Gabriel’s cock and his thigh, one cheek dragging against his leg, the other against his spit wet dick while looking up at him with an intensity like he’s lost his goddamn mind.
“Please…” he whispers. “M… More…” His voice is absolutely shot from Gabriel’s cock using him like an ill-fitting cocksleeve. He slowly blinks down at him. He thinks he might not have understood correctly, but then Hanzo is turning his head and starting to kiss at Gabriel’s balls while staring up at him.
He tries to be seductive but only manages to drool everywhere generously as he attempts to open up wide enough to pop one of the fat breeder balls into his mouth. His velvet eyes roll up into his head. He looks like one of the stupidest goddamn bimbos Gabriel has ever fucked, and… he really really likes it.
He’s not into the young ones; he’s not a fucking freak, but… Hanzo’s unabashed whorishness tickles something feral in him.
“You… want more?” he grunts, slowly brushing a few ink black strands of hair out of Hanzo’s face so he can watch better how his cheeks hollow out as he sucks Gabriel’s balls like his life depends on it. He nods slowly, popping off.
His face is wet with drool as he looks up at Gabriel, one long-fingered hand curling around his cock, squeezing and cupping and just seemingly savoring the feel of how big and silky it is between his fingers. How he can feel the fat veins along the sides of it. How heavy it is.
“That’s something you done before at least,” Gabriel can hear himself slur, his hand coming again to heavily land on top of Hanzo’s head and roughly pet him as if he were a dog. “You jerk off often, huh? Jesse is horny 24/7. I think he could rub one off right in the middle of his English classes if given enough provocation…”
He is just babbling, really, staring at the sight of this young yakuza on his knees, trying to wrap his head around it. Hanzo is slim overall but has broad shoulders and nice arms. There’s the first hint of abs on his belly. And even lower…
His shorts are still riding low; still showing off the plump, rosy base of his obviously interested cock. Gabriel blinks slowly and his fingers curl to grab the silky hair again and pull the kid away, pushing him at arm’s length.
“You taken’ a dick before?” he grunts. Hanzo is staring at him with the idiot expression of a bimbo gotten their throat thoroughly fucked, then slowly nods. He looks like he’s lying but Gabriel couldn’t tell one way or another. He doesn’t know why he though asking a yakuza baby for a straight answer was a good idea.
He grimaces and keeps a hold on Hanzo while reaching forward and pulling a drawer from his desk open. He’s pretty sure that if he lets go of the kid even for a second, Hanzo will fly back to his cock and reattach himself like a limpet.
“You gotta be quiet. We don’t want to wake Jesse, do we?” His eyes snap back to Hanzo after rooting around the drawer and finding the bottle of lube he’s got stashed in there. Hanzo’s dark cat eyes are staring at him with a blank expression before he starts to shake his head in Gabriel’s grip.
The little fuckdoll would say and do anything right now just to keep in the good graces of the cock he wants to get fucked by. The realization makes Gabriel pause for just a second, heat pooling like magma in his belly and dripping into his balls. He inhales deeply and thrusts the bottle against Hanzo’s chest.
“Over the desk,” he orders roughly. “Get yourself as wet as possible. And the second you get too loud, this will end. Got it?”
Hanzo’s long fingered hands curl around the bottle. There’s a bit of shrewd intelligence resurfacing in his gaze and he nods without opening his plump mouth.
Gabriel lets go of him and watches a satisfied little smirk appearing on the kid’s face before he stands on coltishly shaking legs and turns to drape himself across Gabriel’s desk.
It makes him wonder if he isn’t being played by the little whore. He might have looked like a cockhungry bimbo just a moment before, but Gabriel doesn’t trust Hanzo as far as he can throw him.
The thought dissolves as he keeps sipping his booze and watches this nubile little thing tug down his shorts to just beneath the peachy curve of his ass.
Hanzo has had him by the balls the moment he stepped into Gabriel’s study. There’s a vague sense of dread as he realizes just how badly he’s fucked up, but it is difficult thinking of anything else when he watches the Yakuza baby pull one plump little cheek to the side to show off the slit of his rosy hole.
It makes Gabriel wonder yet again whether Jesse has had been presented with the same sight as him. Whether Hanzo had bent over and showed off how well he can stretch his little cunt open just for the express benefit of getting it stuffed, even if by a rowdy little bastard as Jesse.
When Gabriel stands, he doesn’t trust his own legs for a second. He has to grab the edge of the desk beside Hanzo’s hips hard enough to jostle the whole thing, and Hanzo squeaks and pretends to be afraid for all of two seconds before he turns his head and smirks at Gabriel like the cat that got the cream.
Gabriel’s eyes narrow and his mouth thins into a tight frown.
“Little slut,” he grunts and grabs his cock, slapping it against the glistening little mouth of Hanzo’s opening. The grin slides a bit off of his face then. His dark brows twitch and pull together in what looks like concentration.
Gabriel scoffs and looks down. He just has to watch his dick vanish in the hot little clutch of Hanzo’s body.
He pushes, and Hanzo whines, but his hole stretches without complaint.
Maybe he’s had dick after all. He probably has. It is difficult to think of anything but the scorching heat engulfing Gabriel’s dick as he begins to rock his hips and push in, in, in until Hanzo whines again, high-pitched and a bit frantic. His hands scrabble along the surface of Gabriel’s desk, trying to find purchase and only knocking shit off in the process.
Gabriel growns and leans over him, clamping one big hand across Hanzo’s chin. He digs fingers into his soft cheek; just the slightest hint of beard is rasping against his palm.
“Not. A. Fucking. Tone,” he whispers into his ear as he moves his hips to cram more cock into him. He can feel the desperate whine vibrate against his palm; Hanzo’s mouth is open and wet, and soon enough Gabriel is just thrusting two thick fingers against his slippery little tongue while he rides him like a pony.
They can be as smarmy and precocious as they want; with a cock up their ass they all sing the same tune. Hanzo is no difference in that. He whines and tries to howl but all he manages is to gag on Gabriel’s two thick fingers while he gets broken in by a fat cock that feels like it wants to crawl right into his belly.
Gabriel is not sure if he’s already a dead man walking; if Hanzo will run back to daddy the second Gabriel shot his magma load into the kid’s belly, but… fuck he really doesn’t care one goddamn bit. He’s determined to make the best of this.
He’ll fuck this bitchy little Yakuza heir into submission.
Comments
Cyberrat
Slutty Hanzo is his true form
Stephanie
This is so good, cyber. Ugh, I love slutty Hanzo being put in his place.
