Patreon Compilation – Fic#231 – Hanzo/Soldier76 – transman Hanzo; T-Dick; Dom/sub – Showing You Your Place 3

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Hanzo/Soldier76 – Soldier saved Hanzo's life during a mission, so Hanzo decides he is finally due a treat.

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“Get down!” The order is barked with a rough, authoritative voice just a split second before Soldier’s sturdy body rams into Hanzo from the side, knocking him down to the ground and making him miss his shot. He can feel something in his back dislocating from the harsh impact.

He’s almost forgotten what kind of cadence Jack’s voice can take on when he is in ‘leader mode’. All his latest encounters with the old guy have been with Hanzo’s boot on Jack’s throat. Figuratively most of the time… but not always.

He hears the soft sound of a bullet hitting the protective gear Soldier is wearing and the accompanying low grunt but they’re all still in the middle of a fight and he can’t stop to think about anything other than killing their enemies.

.o.

Quite some time later as they’re both finally released from the hospital wing, Hanzo has had enough time to mull everything over.

He grabs Jack by the front of his plain white shirt and pulls him along. The old guy grunts but he follows without question – just how he had thrown himself in front of the bullet meant for Hanzo. He did not hesitate; even went out of his original path to save Hanzo, leaving his own target unattended and able to flee.

Once they’re inside Hanzo’s rooms, he slams him up against the wall, his hand moving from the front of the old guy’s shirt to grab his throat. Jack’s head tilts back immediately, offering it up. There’s a rumble against Hanzo’s palm as he groans near inaudibly.

He hates fingering his tight little peach or getting it wrenched open meanly on one of Hanzo’s fake cocks, Hanzo knows that Jack hates it, and yet he comes back for more. Maybe he is getting fond of the sensation after all, who knows?

He’s a dog thriving on his master’s strictness. Hanzo keeps his hand on his throat for a few long seconds before he stops digging his fingers in and slowly lets his palm slide down again, pressing it against Jack’s clavicle.

The old Soldier lowers his chin after a moment, his pale eyes staring at Hanzo. Waiting. Unsure what to do. The tip of his tongue slides out against his thin lips. Is he thinking that he may get a taste of Hanzo’s gash? That as a treat he will be allowed to bury his head between Hanzo’s thighs and lick him to orgasm?

Hanzo shudders. He lets his hand slowly slide further down, feeling up the planes of hard muscle beneath Jack’s shirt before hooking his fingers into the front of his sweatpants. He tugs him away from the wall, walking backwards to his bed. His pet follows along. There’s still a huge bruise creeping out from under his shirt and up his neck where the bullet had hit him. It would stay there for some time yet, becoming all kinds of fantastic colors, Hanzo is sure about that.

“Stay,” he mutters once he lets go of Jack. He nods his head, never letting Hanzo out of his sight as he stays like a statue right on the spot Hanzo left him at, watching as Hanzo undresses.

Predictably, he is sporting an erection by the time Hanzo is naked. It is starkly visible through his sweats, the fabric worn thin from years of use and showing the outline of his dick’s tip. It’s… good. It looks good. Hanzo tries not to admit how wet it gets him or how dry his mouth becomes at the sight. He’s just doing this as a… favor. A thanks for saving his life.

It’ll be a once in a lifetime opportunity for Jack to shoot his big, fat load into Hanzo because he’s been a good, loyal boy and he deserves it… once…

“You sure?” Jack’s rough voice startles him. He had not realized that he’d said anything of that out loud. He’s just been staring at the old soldier’s cock, mesmerized by the dark spot of wetness slowly seeping through the fabric of his sweats.

Hanzo’s body aches. He squeezes his thighs together, sure that his own erection is already visible as well; his fat t-dick right there at the apex of his gash, giving himself away…

“Just this once,” he mutters. He has to turn around and crawl onto the bed. He lowers his torso somewhat so his ass will be in the air. He knows the old pervert is staring at his cunt; that glistening slit, lips swollen with how horny Hanzo is. He shuffles his knees apart just a little bit to give him a better view. Even though he doesn’t deserve the kindness.

When there is no movement whatsoever, Hanzo twists his hips from left to right and looks over his shoulder. “Go on. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Why you threw yourself in front of that bullet. Nasty pervert.”

“No that’s not right,” Jack denies immediately – but he also shuffles onto the bed behind Hanzo, grabbing his hips, eyes focused on that wet peach offered up to him.

The thing is… Hanzo believes him. He hadn’t really thought that Jack rescued him because he wanted to stick his dick in. It’s just easier to antagonize him instead of acknowledging how his whole body is hot and wanting and how his treacherous hole keeps spasming on nothing; so empty and needing for that big old cock to slide right in-

He rarely has given other men the opportunity. It seems… correct to let Jack push into him. He has worshiped Hanzo every which way already. He has allowed himself to be degraded for Hanzo’s amusement. And he is still here… still wanting more.

What a patient and loyal dog.

Jack does not ask for permission or whether Hanzo is ‘truly sure’... which is a clever move on his part. He keeps it nice and simple: his cock sliding through Hanzo’s gash, from his desperately hard t-dick up to his hole – and then he pushes in. No finesse, no coquettish will-he-won’t-he. Just a good, long push into Hanzo, spreading him open and taking his breath away entirely.

He can feel his eyes rolling up into his head, his fingers turning into claws that dig into the bedding beneath his palms. God… it’s been so long since he last felt like he had to fuck himself. And so very much longer since he used a hot flesh and blood cock for it.

He hates how perfect Jack feels inside him. Long and just thick enough to make him feel it as he starts to slowly rock back and forth. There’s that angle to Jack’s cock that he had been staring at for too long. He knows how it tends to bend slightly to the left… and now he can feel it too, hitting him right where his whole body starts to sing for it.

Jack is mostly quiet. He breathes heavier, his hands gripping Hanzo’s hips hard, but other than the insistent slap of his hips against his ass, there is nothing to hide the fact that Hanzo is nowhere near quiet. He bites his lips, his bicep, trying not to make a sound despite them bubbling up again and again. Tears are stinging at the backs of his eyelids. It isn’t helping that Jack keeps fucking him. Faster now. Leaning over his back so he can jackrabbit his dick into Hanzo like a damn dog.

He can feel the old pervert’s breath on the back of his neck. His whole body is primed for it and it can’t have been more than a few minutes that they’ve started.

Hanzo throws his head back with a frustrated whine, half hoping that he’ll give Jack a bloody nose. Which he doesn’t.

He can’t come. Not now. Not so damn fast. Not after all the shittalking he’s done to Jack, belittling his manliness and prowess. He can’t fly apart on his cock after just a few delirious strokes.

Hanzo curls his back, almost trying to get away, but Jack keeps him in an iron grip. It does not seem intentional. He just fucks him like a neanderthal… primal and stupid with no thoughts in his head as he finally takes what he’s been begging for for months and denied again and again.

Hanzo does not know for how long he holds on, all his nerves are firing and there are cramps creeping up his calfs. He tries so hard to give Jack a hard time… he had been dead set on pretending he is bored by the whole encounter. Force him to shoot his load and then berate him on how bad his dick game actually is and that that’s the exact reason he’s never been allowed to stick it in- but god, he just… he can’t.

Not when it feels so good… and when Jack is fucking him so earnestly. He’s finally started making sounds; grunting like a brute as he increases the force of his thrusts, fucking Hanzo so hard his teeth clack together.

What other choice is there but to just let go and come, his lungs spasming and his muscles tightening throughout his body as the feeling of orgasm leaves him unable to breathe.

How is he supposed to keep Jack under his heel now that he knows how good it feels to let him mount up and take him for a ride?

Fuck.