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Patreon Compilation – Fic #101 – Reinhardt/Hanzo; Balderich/Hanzo – A/B/O; omega!Hanzo; Alphas!Reinhardt and Balderich; young Reinhardt – Young Lust
🕑 Added 2020-11-04 06:44:33 +0000 UTCReboot of another piece; Balderich showing Reinhardt how to treat an Omega like Hanzo...
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Balderich watches with a frown from the bar as Reinhardt plays with the Omega they have met. He’s still not quite sure what Shimada Hanzo is doing in Eichenwalde, but he seems peaceful enough. He gives off the air of a rich boy that just wants to have fun away from daddy for once.
The Omega hems and haws so much over Reinhardt that it is becoming hard to watch. He talks to him in delightfully accented English, hanging off of his huge bicep and turning his ass to him whenever he gets the slightest opportunity to do so.
Hanzo is ripe for the plucking, but Reinhardt does not go for it. Not for a lack of interest, Balderich assumes; the spicy scent of the excited Alpha is curling through the tavern and getting the boys riled up enough that they go out to training all on their own just to work off some steam.
They’re all well-behaved and well-adjusted individuals. They’d take the little Omega at a heart beat but it is obvious that he has set his sights on Reinhardt with a kind of desperation that is pitiful.
Reinhardt is a gorgeous Alpha with good intentions, but… he is young. So young. He has not the first idea how to treat an Omega so openly vying for a dicking, and it has lost its humor some time ago.
Balderich takes a deep sip from his beer, slowly wiping the foam off of his shiny black mustache.
Reinhardt reaches down, his hand of the size of a trashcan lid lightly cupping Hanzo’s ass. The Omega immediately freezes and presents, hips tilting back, dark eyes glistening as they look at the Alpha all hopeful-
Reinhardt flushes slightly. He loses the momentum and quickly takes his hand away again without taking any of the young Omega’s invitation. Balderich slams his mug down on the bar with a loud crack. The pair jumps and turns to stare at him as he stands and makes his way over to them, face set in grim determination.
“Reinhardt, my friend.”
“Y-Yes? Balderich…”
It is a damn shame. Reinhardt is as cocky as they come most of the time, but presented with a willing, ripe Omega, he has deteriorated into a drivelling idiot.
“Let me help you out and show you how this is done.” He reaches out and grabs the Omega by the scruff, pulling him out of the young Alpha’s immediate bubble and against his own broad chest.
Shimada flails for a second, confused about the new, thick Alpha scent invading his senses, but after another deep whiff, he calms down fast. He might have set his sights on the naive little Alpha – maybe getting off on the thought of popping Reinhardt’s cherry – but he obviously can’t resist the allure of someone that actually knows what the Hell he is doing.
“Uh… Balderich?”
He glances up. Reinhardt is watching him, his pale skin flushed a dark red. His big blue eyes are on Hanzo, watching how the Omega has started mouthing on the shirt Balderich is wearing, getting it wet over his nipple. He is so desperately looking for a dicking, it is ludicrous. Just as it is ludicrous just how plain gorgeous the young Alpha is.
“Do not worry. You will get him back sooner rather than later,” Balderich murmurs, trying to calm any hurt pride before it can flare. It has always been Reinhardt’s biggest downfall, after all.
Reinhardt swallows. For now, he seems willing to just sit there on the stool trembling beneath his weight, and to watch what Balderich will be doing to the Omega.
Balderich nods.
“They might look small and delicate, but they are anything but,” Balderich says with an indulgent pat to Hanzo’s back. He scruffs him again, half lifting and half guiding him around until he can unceremoniously make him bend over and pin him to the table Reinhardt is sitting at.
“You are not out to kill them. Quite the contrary. So they can take a bit of rough handling. Most of them even want you to. They want you to show them that they can be cute and small and trembling, and you’ll always be calmly dominating them no matter what.”
He glances down at Hanzo, gauging the glassiness of his gaze before reaching down with his free hand and yanking his pants down.
“There… look at this mess,” he murmurs on a sigh, then clicks his tongue with a little ‘tut tut’. There’s slick dampening the seat of Hanzo’s underwear and pants. Reinhardt leans forward, his big hands on his lap, clasped like an old matron as he watches and learns like a good boy.
Balderich smirks. He palms one of Hanzo’s cheeks to the side and leans down some, inhaling loud and deep.
“Aaah… Aren’t they wonderful, Reinhardt? Young and barely used… they smell so thick. So… ready to receive.”
Hanzo is squirming but he is neither trying to get away nor telling Balderich to stop it. His long dark hair has slipped in front of his face, giving him at least a bit of dignity while the Alphas purvey him like a piece of meat.
“This little one wants you desperately. You have seen the signs, have you not? His simpering and need for proximity. How he showed you his little ass at every opportunity he got…”
He moves his thumb over, easily spearing it into the butter soft opening. The little muscle is soft and pliant; more than ready for an Alpha cock. It’s been that way for days, Balderich assumes. They’ve all been privy to that infuriating song-and-dance of the two young people, after all.
Hanzo groans low in his chest. He sounds like a wanderer that has finally been able to rest his weary bones after weeks of travelling. Balderich smirks and slowly starts moving his thumb, idly fucking the Omega on it while shifting his attention back to Reinhardt.
The young Alpha’s face is flushed a deep red, his big blue eyes looking almost painfully bright.
“But sir… you haven’t asked-” he starts, voice breaking so badly that he falls silent again all on his own.
Balderich hums and nods. He looks down on Hanzo once more, watching how flushed his rim has become. It gets puffy seemingly all on its own; just from a bit of a stretch around Balderich’s fingers.
As he mulls his words over he begins to open his own slacks – without any hurry. The Omega isn’t going anywhere soon.
“You are polite with them, Wilhelm. That is a commendable trait. Rest assured this little spitfire would let me know quite clearly if he did not thoroughly enjoy my attention.”
He slowly pulls his thumb out and both Alphas stare as the slick stretches long. There’s just so much of it… Balderich grabs his cock and starts to slowly slide it through the Omega’s crack. Hanzo seems to freeze when he feels the fat head catch against his loose hole again and again, but he still does not try to get away.
“As I said… they look so small and delicate – but you would be sorely mistaken to underestimate their prowess. They are more than capable of bringing an Alpha to their knees. You better remember that.”
There’s not a hitch in his droning lecture, even when he finally starts to push into the silky hot clutch of the Omega’s body.
He does close his eyes, though, sighing with bone-deep satisfaction. Eichenwalde is a small settlement and the Omegas here are mostly spoken for already. It is difficult to find a bit of relaxation that does not involve his own hand.
Hanzo gurgles low. Balderich opens his eyes and leans over, gently brushing the jet black hair from his face to watch how his eyes are rolling up into his head and his tongue is lolling out. Reinhardt looks shocked having jerked up from his chair, but Balderich gestures for him to sit back down.
As the young Alpha watches, Balderich begins to slowly fuck the Omega. It does not need a hard pounding to get them delirious and on edge… not when there was a cock like his involved. He has Hanzo singing in mere minutes, grabbing desperately at the edge of the table he’s spread out on, babbling in Japanese for either mercy or for Balderich to finally milk him dry after he’s gotten himself all psyched up for a good breeding by flaunting it for Reinhardt.
“It is good to be a gentleman, Wilhelm,” he tells him slightly out of breath. He stares him down, not slowing in his efforts to drive the Omega wild with the cock in his belly. “But every now and then you just need to seize the moment and give in to that other side of yours. They will thank you for it. … Won’t you, my little Schatz?”
He looks down at Hanzo, huge hand gently petting down his back. He’s not even undressed him…
“Th-thank you…” Hanzo slurs, trembling and ready to shoot off at a moment’s notice.
Reinhardt looks suitably impressed.
