Patreon Compilation – Fic#327 – Hanzo/Cassidy – older!Cassidy; younger!Hanzo; trans Cassidy; feral behavior; possessiveness – Ours, Ours, Ours

Hanzo/Cassidy – Cassidy has been flaunting himself in front of Hanzo for the better part of a month, just desperately trying to get the younger man's attention. Today is the day he finally succeeds without even trying.

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Cole is going insane. There is no other word for it. He’s going insane and it is all Hanzo’s fault for being hot and sexy and not taking Cassidy up on his clumsy attempts at seduction.

He’s been taking testosterone for so long he had thought himself immune to its effects but these days he is going out of his mind from horniness. He keeps having to steal himself away in little nooks and crannies just so he can stuff a hand down his underwear and pinch his fat clit between his fingers and jerk it off like the little cock that it has become over the years.

In front of his mind’s eye he always only sees Hanzo. Hot, sexy Hanzo with his killer bod and his calm, irresistible demeanor. He’s a good five or ten years younger than Cole and still gives off this father energy that makes his toes curl and his mouth water and his cunt gush slick in a frankly humiliating way.

And yet, he has to admit that Hanzo does not seem interested. No matter how skimpy and slutty his outfits; no matter how much he bends down in front of him or works out with him, or plays up his little grunts of exertion – Hanzo seems completely unaffected.

Cole turns his head, muffling his whimper into the crook of his elbow, and jerks his hips forward. It’s the third time he’s taken his cock in hand today and he’s starting to suspect that it still won’t be enough.

.o.

Hanzo doesn’t know why he’s turned down this particular hallway. It has nothing to do with the destination he’s had in mind when he left his quarters some fifteen minutes ago, but his body is determined and he is inclined to listen to the beast urges on the occasions that they do reveal themselves.

The twins are restless underneath his skin, roiling and rubbing against him and each other in a most distracting fashion. Their growl rumbles out of his throat, their claws are his claws scoring the walls as he stumbles, nearly falling to his knees, a wave of need coming out of nowhere and blindsiding him.

He’s salivating before he consciously becomes aware of the scent in the air; thick and musky and all too familiar.

Finally.

Cole had been flaunting his body for the better half of the month. It had put Hanzo’s iron will under a lot of pressure, if he’s being honest. The twins had been wanting him but his honor wouldn’t let himself ogle and appreciate without explicit invitation.

What, though, was more explicit than the thick scent of Cassidy’s arousal flooding his systems and making his mouth water? The mere thought of someone else somehow finding him before Hanzo is getting his hackles up and has his growl spike as he follows the scent. Faster and faster until he is all but running, head whipping around, scenting the air and following the musky trail of arousal until finally he rips open the door to an unused storage room and there he is: standing with the lower hem of his plaid shirt clenched between his teeth and his pants around his massive thighs: Cassidy in all his glory.

He is… magnificent. Meaty and hairy and thick enough to take whatever Hanzo will dish out during their mating. There are copious strings of slick stretching down from the swollen, plump lips of his cunt, sticking to the insides of his thighs and making a mess of his underwear.

His clit is massive between his fat fingers; the hood pulled back and looking more like foreskin, the tip a perfect little glans just waiting for a hungry mouth.

He sees Cole freezing, his face flushed above his beard and his eyes large and glassy as he stares at Hanzo. Shocked. Horrified, maybe? He opens his mouth, his shirt falling out of the clench between his teeth and half a syllable of ‘What’ on his tongue that Hanzo cuts off before it can really get out in the open air.

For some reason seeing Cassidy’s crooked teeth and just behind those, his cherry red tongue snaps Hanzo’s tenuous hold on his self control and he pounces.

His hand is on the side of his face, keeping it tilted back and forcing him to close his teeth back around the shirt. He needs unhindered view of his chest. He needs unhindered access to his chest; to his plump, hairy tits with the fat nipples and large areolas that have been driving him and the twins absolutely insane during the past month.

“Wait, I… ah-”

Cole falters. His eyes are wide and glassy when Hanzo glances up at him. Just standing there, panting, staring, his cock twitching against two of Hanzo’s fingers when he presses them against the pudgy mound just above its jut. Cole’s mouth falls open after all, spit soaked shirt tumbling down – just staring at Hanzo.

Hanzo, in turn, growls and rips the shirt open, buttons flying everywhere.

“Have you not wanted this? Have you not been gagging for me to breed you?” he hisses, more aggressive than necessary probably, but he’s eager and growling and the twins are roiling in his blood.

Cole’s eyes go, if possible, even wider. His mouth works without a sound coming out until Hanzo pinches his cock between his fingers and gives it a little stroke. A reedy little noise slithers out of his chest then, his nostrils flaring and his gaze becoming a little cross-eyed. The scent of his arousal is so thick and potent this up close that Hanzo can feel his grasp on his humanity starting to slip through his fingers like so much sand.

He bares his teeth at Cole and to his immense satisfaction, the other replies with a gusty groan and his muscles going lose as he lets his head sink back. “Oh thank fuckin’ God, I thought I’d go insane before ya-”

“Shush.” Hanzo leans in and digs his teeth into the fat of Cole’s right pectoral. The older man breathes in wheezy and desperate. His cock keeps twitching in Hanzo’s mean grip and he just knows his pussy is drooling and messy like the rest of him. “Turn around. I need to have you.”

.o.

Cole isn’t sure if it’s possible to trip doing a simple 180 degree turn, but he feels like he somehow manages to do that anyway. He should have his shit together. He should not be this affected by a younger guy that has a perpetual bitch face, but here he is, nearly drooling down his front because his wet dreams are finally, finally coming true.

He grabs a hold of a dusty crate and thrusts his ass back, cunt puffy and jutting out at Hanzo. He wants to be cool and tell him to do his worst, but Hanzo is suddenly on him and in him and Cole completely forgets how to even breathe. His mouth opens wide, as do his eyes as Hanzo thrusts into him, filling him deep. All around him reverberates a growl that is decidedly not human.

Hands are on his hips, digging deep and painful bruises into his pudgy hips before crawling up over his hairy belly and taking two hand fuls of his tits.

“Mine.” Hanzo’s voice is distorted around the growl. Cole shouldn’t love how it sounds. He shouldn’t love how Hanzo seems to be a completely different person and yet not when he digs his teeth into the meat just underneath Cole’s shoulder and pumps his hips in fast, punishing thrusts.

The pain is dull and radiating through his body, clashing with the tension that immediately winds itself up deliciously from his pussy. It does not feel like Hanzo has split skin and like he’s just… just staking a claim.

The younger man is fucking him like his life depends on it. Hard and fast enough to make Cole’s teeth clack together and his fingers scrabble against the dusty crate he’s leaning on.

The sounds of their coupling are loud and filthy; wet, nasty slaps and grunting breaths filling the space as Hanzo takes him and uses him like Cole belongs to him. Like he has had all the rights to his body for years. He grabs him and squeezes him and fondles his nipples until they feel impossibly swollen and tender and every little brush against them has tears springing to his eyes.

“Mine,” Hanzo growls again, accentuating it with a harsh thrust that has Cole topple forward, elbows ramming hard into the box as he folds his body down over it. “Nobody else can have this. Ever.”

Cole wonders feverishly what has brought this change of heart on. He’s tried so hard these past weeks; doing anything other than flaunting his cunt naked in front of Hanzo. What made the young man’s steel resolve finally snap? He needs to know so he can keep doing it again and again and again and-

Hanzo curls his arms around Cole’s hips, holding on to him in a bear hug as he snaps his hips and fucks his pussy at a punishing pace.

Cole stops being able to think entirely. His eyes roll up into his skull and his nipples feel on fire; so sensitive that he wants to cry as his cunt grips Hanzo tighter and tighter and his muscles tremble harder and harder-

“Gonna breed you up. Gonna make you ours. Ours, ours, ours. Nobody else’s. This gorgeous pussy. This fat, tasty cunt-”

Cole spasms. He feels his dick twitching and his cunt spasming. He’s squirting and his knees are buckling but Hanzo keeps him upright, roaring and still fucking him through it and seemingly nowhere near close to pumping his load.

Maybe it had been a bad idea to look for a younger stud after all…