Extension March 2025 Drabble #1

Hanzo/Cassidy – secret cockwarming; exhibitionism (mild) – Cassidy is just a dumb idiot who's dumb and he loves getting his cock sucked.

Part 1 (Patreon Link)

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Cassidy feels himself panic as he watches the three start to spread their stuff out on the low table right in front of him. They shove it away, even, so they can sit down properly.

Lúcio is right there, leaning his back against the couch right between Cole’s lazily spread legs. He twists and glances up at him looking so cute with the dimples appearing on his cheeks and his dark brown eyes glittering and velvety.

“Is that okay, big guy?”

“Yeah, sure,” he drawls and feels a harsh pinch to his hip from Hanzo. The other doesn’t even know what he said okay to but he must assume, rightfully so, that Cole is being an absolute idiot about the whole situation.

It’s just… it’s difficult to think straight when his cock is encapsulated by the wet, suckling heat of Hanzo’s mouth. It’s not that Hanzo is giving him a blowjob. Not really. Cole doesn’t know the name to what Hanzo is doing, or if it even got a name, but the other likes to do it every now and then.

Just spend hours kneeling between Cole’s legs or lying stretched out with his head in his lap, and hold his cock in his mouth. Keep it nice and warm and secure. And Cole loves it. Doesn’t quite understand it, but loves it.

Usually it ends in Hanzo going loopy and subby and sucking him off anyway which is a huge plus. But that is after long, long hours of just lying there, peacefully breathing through his nose, not bothered by how Cole’s cock twitches and rises for him and how he has to occasionally swallow down the pre-cum dribbling down his throat.

He seems content enough as long as Cole doesn’t try to get him to do something and that is fine by him.

He’s been around the block often enough to not need an instant gratification.

He’s also a goddamn fucking idiot, though, who just says ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ to anything and everything when his cock is inside a nice, warm hole and that includes to having three of their team mates in closest proximity while Hanzo is underneath a blanket with his nose pressed into Cole’s wiry pubes.

Hana starts up the game.

Cole’s stomach relaxes minutely from the tense clench it had been in, until Genji suddenly turns around and jerks his chin toward the lump beneath the blanket.

“He okay?”

Cole swallows thickly. Another pearl of sweat gathers just at the nape of his neck underneath the heavy drape of his hair. It would roll down his spine but it gets soaked up by the collar of his plaid shirt before that.

“Yeah. Just got off a mission. Is damn exhausted.”

Genji stares at him a moment longer, his face completely unreadable beneath the visor he’s wearing.

After a moment he nods and turns back around.

Cole’s heart is thumping a mile a minute in his throat and Hanzo must be feeling the fluttering pulse right from the fat vein running along the underside of his cock because he shifts minutely and pushes his head down just enough to let the blunt tip of Cole’s cock start nudging against the clench of his throat.

Fuck. Cole’s eyes flutter closed and his head thumps back against the backrest. He tries to calm himself down, breathing in deeply through his nose and back out slowly through his mouth.

Hanzo remains nice and still while the others begin playing their video games. He’s clearly not impressed with what Cole managed to get the both of them in to, but he apparently is also too deep down in himself to really do anything about it other than stay where he is, nice and hidden beneath the blanket. Warming Cole’s cock with the other’s just an arm’s length away, none the wiser.

At some point, Cole snakes one arm beneath the blanket. He touches first Hanzo’s elbow as he starts to get himself familiar with where what is of the other. He pretends to be asleep. The others are doing well enough, whispering heatedly at each other. They must be believing that their team mates are out cold. Good.

Slowly his hand creeps up Hanzo’s arm, curving over his shoulder and touching his neck. His skin is warm and soft. As is his beard. Soft, that is. Well kept and rasping against Cole’s gently petting fingertips as he reaches the other’s jaw.

Hanzo doesn’t move one way or the other. Cole can feel him breathing slowly, his warm breaths wafting through his pubes. He feels like his cock is Hanzo’s pacifier. Not for the first time, really. Hanzo gets so soft and sleepy when he is like this.

Cole’s fingertips touch the corner of his mouth, stretched from Cole’s cock sitting heavy on his tongue. Hanzo shifts a little. Cole can feel the vibration of him whimpering more than he hears it. His eyes open a little wider in alarm from their droop but glancing at the back of Lúcio’s head, he is fairly certain the other has not heard anything.

Hanzo must be deep down to be making a sound like that when he knows they’re not alone. Or maybe he’s kind of forgotten. Maybe the darkness of the blanket and the thick, musky smell of Cassidy’s body and the heavy weight and taste of his cock on his tongue makes him so loopy that he’s completely forgotten where he is and what they are doing.

Forgotten all of it except that he needs to occasionally suckle and swallow and just generally be a good, wonderful, obedient boy for Cassidy. He can’t even shush him. He can’t make a sound to alert the others to what is happening. So he pretends to still be asleep, sweat beading on his forehead, thick fingers sliding against the corner of Hanzo’s mouth, then follows the line up to touch his upper lip. It is soft and silky to the touch but nothing compared to his lower lip which is even fuller; a cushion for Cole’s cock to rest on while its master tries to not get too excited right behind their comrades.

They don’t pay them any mind. After his initial worry, Genji hasn’t turned around again to look, too engrossed in the game. Leaving the two of them to be needy and hot in relative private. Leaving Hanzo to suckle like a babe on cock, his eyes undoubtedly open but completely out of focus; soft and delicious and giving Cole heart palpitations whenever he looks at them.

Maybe it’s a good thing he’s got Hanzo hidden beneath the blanket.

Hana, as if she’s read his mind, suddenly flicks her hair off her shoulder and peers at him with a shrewd little expression. Her jaw is moving as she obnoxiously chews her gum.

“Hey,” she says in a half whisper. Cole pretends like he isn’t staring at her just underneath his barely open eyelids, hoping she will just let him ‘sleep’. “Hey,” she says again, this time nudging his shin. He swallows thickly and lifts his head to stare at her.

He’s hyper aware of Hanzo’s mouth on his cock. He is hyper aware of how his eyes must look wild and deranged in this moment, peering down at Hana and grunting for her to say her piece.

“Can he even breathe underneath there? You should fold it off his head, at least.”

Her eyes flick toward the mound of Hanzo beneath the blanket.

Cole just stares at her. His fingers have stopped rubbing Hanzo’s lips and are just settled against the corner of his mouth again. His own mouth opens but no sound comes out for the longest time until she lifts her brows at him expectantly.

He clears his throat and almost pulls the hand underneath the blanket up like a fucking idiot; almost throws it back and exposes Hanzo anyway. More sweat breaks out at the nape of his neck and his cock jerks desperately against Hanzo’s tongue. The other swallows like an obedient, sweet pup because he’s so deep down, he does not have any resistances and Cole is all that is saving him from the shame of the others finding out.

His mouth twists. He feels like he must look deranged, but Hana is just calmly looking at him and waiting for him to say: “Nah, it’s alright. The light from the TV would just wake him.”

She does not particularly convinced. She hums ‘uh-huh’, throws the bulge underneath the blanket a look that is far too meaningful for comfort, and turns back around toward her game.

Cole has the feeling that they’ve absolutely been found out… but what was he supposed to do? Hanzo is soft and pliant underneath the blanket and so deep down in subspace that it would take a good long while to get him back up out of it.

So Cole just sits there and resigns himself to his fate. He lets his eyes go heavy lidded and slips into almost a meditation; lets Hanzo warm his cock and coast on the feeling of having an erection in such a sweet, hot space without the express need to cum.

At some point the others would leave and he’d be able to finish up properly.

It was just a waiting game at this point and Hanzo seemed so very much content to stay right where he was.