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Extension April Drabble #1
🕑 Added 2019-06-02 08:00:00 +0000 UTCContinuation of this
“I do not wish for someone more suitable,” Hanzo spits, suddenly forgetting all about not understanding Reinhardt. He grabs Reinhardt’s wrist, a noticeable shudder running through his body when he realizes just how much is still missing to fully close his little fingers around it.
“I want you,” he tells him in no uncertain terms, fully the spoiled brat that Reinhardt has come to know since the young man has been dumped into his lap by the Strike Commander.
He is your responsibility. Keep him safe. Don’t let him out of your sight for even a second. Tie him to your goddamn hip if you need to, Shimadas are slippery bastards. Do what you have to do – other than killing him with your own two goddamn hands.
Reinhardt might pose as the doddery old grandpa at times, but he is nothing if not sharp witted. He knows this little harlot currently bouncing on his lap and trying his best to get him to dance to his tune has been driving other agents up the wall since his distress signal found them and they took matters into their own hands.
He knows that Morrison thrust him into his care because Reinhardt’s well of patience is practically unending. A good natured old lion that will let the cub bite and pull at his ears and just doze away while it plays all around and on top of him.
Still, he wonders if the Strike Commander had envisioned quite this: Reinhardt letting a bossy young slut grab his hands and shove it down the front of his tiny shorts so his young, sleek dick can leap into his palm and snuggle against the warm, rough skin there.
The result is nothing to scoff at, though: Hanzo sighs and leans back, shoulder blades braced against Reinhardt’s wide chest as he lets his knees fall apart and angles his hips up to grind his rosy little dick into his palm.
Reinhardt squints at the top of his dark head. He tries to figure out how old the kid even is. 16? 17? 18? He can’t tell. He’s forgotten his date of birth that had been posted right at the top of his folder, and he’s sure that if asked, Hanzo would swear up and down that he’s some 20-something years old.
The little assassin can’t be trusted.
Reinhardt is sure at this moment, with the soldier’s huge hand stuffed down his pants, he would try to tell him that the sun revolved around the earth if it just ensured that he’d get the cock he’s been drooling after since he put eyes on Reinhardt’s impressive stature.
He wonders what Hanzo is thinking – having called Overwatch for help, ready to sell out the Yakuza Clan he’s grown up in, only to get completely derailed by the massive German man.
His cock is a nice hand full. It tucks itself into his palm like a kitten, the wet tip nosing at the ball of his hand and leaving a sticky trail behind as the kid wriggles. When Reinhardt carefully moves his fingers, he inevitably tickles Hanzo’s balls, downy soft and tight; two nice orbs to roll around and play with, and get the recalcitrant Shimada heir drooling.
“Yes… Yes,” he pants. He throws his head back, nearly clocking Reinhardt in the chin with it. The kid bounces and writhes and jerks without any regard to the person he is sitting on. He figures Reinhardt is invincible and will take the abuse without complaint, and while that certainly is flattering for the old soldier, he also is not willing to let himself get utilized like a glorified toy buy a little assassin whose dick gets wet way too quickly.
He indulges him for a moment longer, fingers curled around his little balls, the tips nudging behind them to look for Hanzo’s selfishly hidden snatch.
Hanzo lets him know he’s found it by gurgling and going still, legs trying to spread farther despite the tight shorts he’s still wearing. His hole feels almost shockingly tender and naked, the little muscle working as if trying to pull him in.
The kid’s cunt is a trap like the rest of him. But Reinhardt has been around the block often enough to know how to treat a cockhungry slut when he meets one. He pulls his hand out of Hanzo’s pants under the protest of the Shimada heir and curls his other arm around his middle.
Standing up, he easily lifts the kid to lie back against the table of the interrogation room he’s eagerly pulled Reinhardt into in order to start his laughable little seduction plan.
(Not that it hasn’t worked because he’s roused Reinhardt now, and he will get what he’s been angling for – only that Reinhardt surmises he might not like it the way he envisioned it.)
“Stay,” Reinhardt tells him firmly, and Hanzo, with a high flush on his cheeks and an infuriatingly smug expression, lies back and lets his legs fall apart. His little shorts are dragged down enough to expose his downy bush and the base of his little dick.
Reinhardt can’t stop staring. He feels horrible; like he shouldn’t be into this as much as he is. But when he looks up, he sees the jet black goatee that Hanzo obviously tends to very diligently, and the girth of his biceps, and it makes the whole thing a bit easier on him. Makes him feel less like some kind of lecher.
“You are a whore,” he tells him very reasonably. Hanzo’s red, plump mouth drops open. Reinhardt does not think he understands German, but either he can infer what he’s said, or he just likes the way it sounds, because he groans and nods eagerly.
“Yes?” Reinhardt says, amused, hands sliding up Hanzo’s trembling legs. “You admit it?” Hanzo is just nodding along, eyes fixed on Reinhardt’s mouth, his little tongue coming out and licking along his bottom lip. It looks like his lips would look really good stuffed to a painful stretch by Reinhardt’s cock, but there are other goals he has in mind right now.
Like peeling Hanzo’s shorts off his legs and watching his cock spring up, eager and bouncing in the well-modulated air of the room.
Reinhardt thought maybe that might at least make him a bit sweet and shy, but the Shimada heir is simply lifting his hips, offering his cock up as if expecting Reinhardt to bend and let him rabbit fuck against his wide tongue. He can just imagine it, too: Hanzo’s mean fingers curled tight into his beard, holding onto him as he pulls himself into his mouth, fucking him like a flesh light and giving him his watery load to drink.
Reinhardt pulls himself up into his formidable height before any of that can happen.
It’s easy to let his hands fall down to his pants and open them up. When he drags his cock out, he has to gently hold it at the base to keep it from drooping from its own weight, lifting it so Hanzo can admire the girth and heft of it; the veins running along its surface.
That, at last, seems to give the kid some pause. He stops his incessant wriggling to just stare, mouth dropped open. Something like doubt seems to enter his expression then. A bit of shyness.
But, Reinhardt figures, as he curls one huge hand around his knee and urges him to spread his thighs for him, he’s too late to get second guessing now after rousing the old lion.
Way too late.
.o.
There’s no amount of slick in the interrogation room, so Reinhardt tries it with spit.
By the time he’s somehow managed to squeeze the tip into Hanzo, the kid is making enough of a ruckus that the old soldier is sure someone has to come running in just a bit.
It’s not that he sounds like he doesn’t want it… his cock is flushed an angry red, his balls tight and ready to shoot – but he definitely sounds like someone that gets his little snatch spread on a cock that is absolutely too big on way too little slick.
So Reinhardt has to change his plans.
He pulls out with a soft grunt, watching the lewd gape of Hanzo’s cunt after getting spread on the tip. It is flushed an angry red, muscles twitching. It looks hurt.
Hanzo cries out in alarm, reaching for him, his sweaty face a mask of concern that he’s took his cock away from him.
Reinhardt gently slaps his hands away and grabs his thighs, pushing them up and together.
He slots his dick in there, ignoring Hanzo’s protests which dwindle down quickly as the kid starts fixating on the sight of Reinhardt’s old ruddy dick next to his young, sleek one.
He thinks, as he watches him, that Hanzo might get off more on fucking an old guy than he is on fucking a young one.
What a nasty slut indeed.
