CYOA 2 – To The Victor Go The Spoils – Chapter 31: Brothers

Last time: Hanzo came to Zenyatta's temple to both see what his brother is up to and whether he can wrest the badge from the gym leader. Genji, as always, didn't make things easy for him.

Warnings/content: kind of revenge p0rn-y; dirty talk; feminization

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Some time ago, before Hanzo flees outside

Genji is briskly walking along the small room’s walls, his hands clasped tightly behind his back and his face a tight mask of anger.

Zenyatta watches him whenever he reappears in his peripheral, sitting in a lotus position on his futon. There’s a little smile curving his mouth, albeit his usually smooth forehead is pulled into faint wrinkles.

“What irks you so, Genji?”

Genji comes to an abrupt halt and stares at him, his face paler than usual. His bloodless lips are pressed into a tight line.

“Is that a joke?” he asks finally, voice coming out in a pressed half-whisper so his brother in the other room wouldn’t hear and feel superior again.

Zenyatta tilts his head slightly and keeps an even gaze on Genji. When it becomes clear that he’s not going to say anything, Genji throws his arms into the air, then gestures wildly toward the wall that he knows shields Hanzo from his view – and ire.

“You could have just kicked him back out! I told you my thoughts on him and I told you I don’t want to deal with my father yet – but as soon as my brother waltzes in on order of my father, you just go on a nice little walk with him and offer him food and let him sleep here? What the fuck?”

Zenyatta slowly moves to clasp his hands together in his lap, nodding slowly as he listens to Genji’s small outbreak.

“I thank you for keeping your voice lowered so our guest can rest,” he finally says, and, upon seeing that Genji’s neck starts swelling with anger, he lifts his arms and gestures him closer. “Why don’t you sit with me? I would like to speak with you.”

That does make Genji pause for a moment. Instead of exploding again, he inhales deeply and finally comes closer on stiff legs, plopping down unceremoniously in front of Zenyatta who smiles wider and reaches for his hands to hold them.

He can see how the gesture makes Genji uncomfortable; he is not used to platonic affection, that has been clear to Zenyatta from the very beginning, so he tries to make it a point to offer it up to him, his thumbs slowly pressing into Genji’s palms and rotating in small, massaging circles.

“I wish for you to know that I am not attempting to antagonize you. I simply want to try and understand.”

“Understand what?”

“Your ire toward your family, Genji. You miss them. You miss your brother. That is very plain for me to see in everything that you do.”

Genji’s face twists into disgust before relaxing again. He sighs deeply and pulls a hand out of Zenyatta’s loose grip so he can pet him lightly on the cheek. “You know… you’re lucky you’re cute. And hot. ‘Cause you can’t be very bright if that is what you deduced from the past few days.”

Zenyatta can’t help the amused curl of his mouth. He debates whether to tell Genji about his own brother who died and who he misses dearly each and every day… but the look in the other’s eyes has him still his tongue. He does not think it would touch the place that it is supposed to touch right now.

Genji’s hand stays on his cheek, his thumb slowly moving back and forth. The ire begins to drain from his tense posture little by little.

“Your skin’s so soft,” he mutters.

Zenyatta can feel him lightly pinching his cheek as if entranced by the feeling of the squish between his fingers.

“How long are you planning to keep mister stick-in-the-ass around?” he asks. He does not sound anymore like he’s about to explode. In fact, there is a much more amorous lilt to his voice that… excites Zenyatta. He can’t deny it.

“I always let guests enjoy their stay for as long as they wish, Genji. I also think that he wants to try and earn himself my badge,” he trails off there, seeing that the other isn’t really listening to him anymore. His gaze is fixated on Zenyatta’s mouth, a faint flush starting to color his cheeks.

“Your mouth’s so soft too. Kinda… plump, you know?” He drags his thumb slowly over Zenyatta’s lips, apparently transfixed by him for some reason.

Maybe that is progress in and off itself? Zenyatta is suitably sure just a few days ago, Genji would have blown a fuse and would not have been able to get himself back under control for several hours. The fact that he’s managed to calm down enough to… appreciate… Zenyatta, speaks volumes, he supposes.

Maybe a little treat was in order?

Zenyatta tilts his head into Genji’s palm, searching for his gaze which is a bit difficult as he keeps staring at his mouth, quite transfixed by it.

When Zenyatta finally has his attention, he says in a gentle lilt: “You are very appreciative of me tonight. I wonder…”

Genji’s tongue flicks out and he shuffles a little closer, his knees touching Zenyatta’s shins.

“You wonder whether I can make you scream on my dick tonight, right?” he asks, his voice a low, rough murmur, thumb pressing harder against Zenyatta’s bottom lip.

Zenyatta can’t deny that he finds the way Genji talks when he is getting aroused quite exciting. It is a wild mix of endearing and lewd that keeps him on the edge of what might happen next. It’s a new feeling that he enjoys very much.

Lately, every day on the plateau had been the same. Genji has changed that dramatically.

“Say it,” Genji urges him when Zenyatta has not answered his query. He leans forward, free hand coming to rest on Zenyatta’s thigh to brace himself but also probably to feel him up because those strong fingers are gently digging into Zenyatta’s lean muscle.

He can feel Genji’s breath tickling his face and see the specks of gold in his brown eyes. It’s all in there: what gentle of a soul Genji is despite his boisterous attitude. Despite how lewd he likes to be.

“Do you want to make me scream, Genji?” Zenyatta asks instead of just following suit with the young man’s demand. He reaches out slowly and curls his fingers into the front of Genji’s shirt. He pulls him closer still, leaning a little back as he goes.

Genji grunts softly when he has to brace himself with both hands on Zenyatta’s thighs, his eyes flicking down and back up and returning again and again to Zenyatta’s mouth. Stuttering, as if suddenly at a loss for words he says: “I… uh… I mean…”

Zenyatta can’t help the little mischievous smirk twitching over his features as he leans even further back. Holding Genji above himself he asks with a playful lilt in his voice: “Do you want to make me scream on your cock, Genji?”

He can see Genji’s pupils blowing wide the moment the word leaves his mouth. There’s a hot puff of air against his face as Genji exhales roughly just a split second before devouring him in a kiss and pushing him the rest of the way to the hard ground.

Zenyatta can’t say that he doesn’t like being stuck between a rock and a hard place. Genji’s teeth are all but cutting into his lips as he gets too eager and impatient, Zenyatta not opening up for him fast enough, it seems.

Zenyatta curls his arms around him and just holds on for the ride. He enjoys how wild Genji is. He enjoys how he acts before thinking it through properly. He enjoys how rough he is with him despite admiring Zenyatta’s softness. Or maybe because of it. He keeps pressing biting kisses against Zenyatta’s mouth, making his lips feel tingly and swollen… and then those kisses move up toward his cheek until he is just biting into the flesh there; not painfully hard, but hard enough to probably leave the marks of his teeth indented in Zenyatta’s skin.

It is so exciting.

“I could fucking eat you up whole,” Genji rasps into his ear. “Do you know how fucking hot it is when you say stuff like that?” He’s all but forcing Zenyatta’s legs apart so he can press down into their V and let him feel the hot length of his cock.

Zenyatta shudders… then curls his legs around him, hanging on to Genji like a limpet. He had not anticipated feeling so… dependent on him when Genji had come to the temple just such a short time ago.

He’d been so angry and destructive. He still is, in many ways… but being the center of his attention is rather addicting.

There are so many kisses pressed against his face and sucked from his mouth. Zenyatta can hear himself making low wailing noises, his hips humping upward to rub off against Genji’s cock, big and warm against his own crotch.

Genji presses down into him in turn, gasping, hot breath tickling against Zenyatta’s cheek. His hand brushes over Zenyatta’s head, tightly cupping it, and holding him steady so he can kiss him some more; deep and intrusive with more and more teeth until Zenyatta’s lips feel tingling and swollen.

“Can’t believe you would invite him,” he mutters suddenly. It sounds angry, but his hand is gentle as he busily tugs on Zenyatta’s loose harem pants that he had put on for sleep.

Zenyatta uncurls his legs from around Genji and lifts his hips helpfully, letting him pull the fabric down so his long, slender cock can spring into the air and bob freely.

It feels so good… especially whenever the tip brushes up against Genji’s tight belly.

“Will you forgive me?” Zenyatta asks gently, fingers carding through Genji’s wild hair. The green that it had been died to is fading something fierce and jet black roots are visible.

“I don’t know,” he murmurs, hand curling around Zenyatta’s cock to give it a loving, slow tug that has Zenyatta’s toes curl and his insides shiver. “I think you’ll have to make it up to me a bit more until I can forgive you.”

The harsh words are softened quite a bit by the playful lilt in Genji’s voice, his thumb swiping across Zenyatta’s crown. It takes his breath away, little stars exploding in his vision.

“However…” Zenyatta has to interrupt himself, his lungs spasming and stomach pooling with liquid heat. “However could I make it up to you?”

Genji hums but it sounds fake. He probably already thought of quite a few things which is why he is quiet a bit longer, the seconds drawing out deliciously as his callouses tug lightly on the sensitive, silky skin of Zenyatta’s cock and make him feel more and more like he’s losing his mind.

“I think if you were ready for me for the duration of his stay… I could put up with his presence.” He lightly bites at Zenyatta’s earlobe and croons: “I’d love it if I could take you whenever… wherever… however I wanted to…”

Zenyatta has a little bit of… trouble to focus properly on Genji’s words because somewhere, somehow, the young man’s cock has managed to slip between his cheeks and is hypnotically dragging against his hole as he starts up an awkward humping motion.

Genji sucks another kiss into Zenyatta’s mouth. His lips feel swollen and tingly; like his mouth should look obscene; and the way Genji stares, maybe it does. He can’t be too certain. He’s getting curled almost into a ball as Genji pulls up his hips, the wet crown of his cock pressing against his hole and putting up an increasing amount of pressure… before it slides off to the side.

He repeats that a couple times, both of them groaning low and breathy whenever they don’t get what they want.

Zenyatta puts a hand on Genji’s chest to feel his heart thumping almost worryingly fast against his palm.

Genji’s eyes are boring into his with an intensity that has Zenyatta’s skin pebble. He hasn’t been looked at like this since Mondatta…

“Say it,” Genji says low, voice a bit rough. He has realigned his cock with Zenyatta’s desperately greedy hole and is now just teasing him with the imminent stretch and satisfying feeling of being filled to the brim. “Say that I can use you while my brother is here.”

The single-minded focus with which Genji is staring at him has an almost aggressive flair. Zenyatta would maybe be worried if he didn’t know by now that despite Genji’s posturing and need to be the top dog, he is actually quite gentle. He can even be agreeable, Zenyatta thinks – though he has seen little evidence of that yet.

He slowly licks his lips, reigniting the delicious ache from Genji’s biting, sucking kisses. He nods slowly but before Genji can impatiently tell him to say it out loud, he whispers: “You can have me.”

Genji exhales roughly. For a second he looks almost taken aback; like he hadn’t thought Zenyatta would agree to it. He stares at his face for a moment longer, eyes roaming Zenyatta’s features before he nods slowly and finally starts to increase the pressure again.

Zenyatta’s insides shiver and he has to close his eyes, focusing on the feeling of his muscles slowly spreading for the intrusion. There is little to no slick, other than the copious amounts of wetness pearling on Genji’s crown and the ensuing pain is just as delicious and addicting as the one from his mouth.

His toes curl where his feet hang in the air behind Genji, one leg spasming as the fat ridge finally pops past his muscles.

Genji makes a sound like he is about to die, sweat glistening on his forehead and slowly rolling down his temples. He changes his position slightly, hands gripping the backs of Zenyatta’s knees and pushing them toward his ears, curling him and making his ass stick up in the air for him to start rabbit fucking him in fast staccato thrusts.

Zenyatta can feel his eyes rolling into his head, his hands scrabbling at the floor. He thinks that somewhere in the cacophony of Genji’s hips slapping against his ass and the blood rushing in his ears he can hear the sound of naked feet on stone quickly retreating.

He’s not sure, though. Maybe it’s just his imagination? It’s difficult to think of anything much when there’s a cock pounding right into his belly and rearranging his guts. He can hardly breathe, curled up into a ball as he is, and Genji is completely merciless. His energy feels endless… like he would fuck him until the early morning rays of the sun creep into Zenyatta’s ascetically barren room.

He can only hope.

.oOo.

Hanzo keeps peering between Zenyatta and Genji as they all sit around a breakfast table and eat simple porridge that Zenyatta made for them. He tries to tell himself that maybe he has just been imagining things last night – maybe due to the stress he’s been in just having to interact with his brother… but looking at Zenyatta it is sadly all too obvious that they were, in fact, fucking like rabbits.

The young gym leader’s mouth is still plump and red from kisses. It looks honestly obscene… and whenever Genji catches Hanzo’s gaze, he makes it a point of looking extra smug. He’s figured out already that Hanzo has noticed something. Of course he has – he only displays genius amounts of intellect and observation skill when it is about making his big brother’s life a living Hell.

Once they are all done eating and Zenyatta has left the room to bring away their dishes, Hanzo turns toward Genji and asks stiffly: “Will you contact father?”

Genji, obviously in a much better mood today than he had been in yesterday, just smiles at him slowly before answering with obvious satisfaction: “No.”

Hanzo bristles. He leans forward, eyes boring into his younger brother. “Why?! You’ve been in contact with him the whole time. Why be stubborn about it now?”

Genji’s smile widens a fraction, suddenly looking very nasty indeed as he leans forward as well, their faces closer to each other than they have been in years.

“Because,” he says in a voice lowered for intimacy’s sake, “it annoys the fuck out of you and I like that. A lot.”

Hanzo can practically feel hectic red dots appearing on his cheeks but before he can explode at him, he forces himself to take a deep breath and lean back so they wouldn’t be as close any more.

“You’re being a child.”

Genji does not look perturbed by that assessment. He leans back, bracing himself on his hands, his shirt riding up his belly and showing off the hair growing beneath his belly button and leading in a path down into the waistband of his pants.

“A child that gets it every time he wants,” he says. Hanzo can feel his face scrounging up into a fist of disgust, his body immediately revolting.

“That is the most disgusting thing I’ve ever heard you say.”

Genji is still grinning and shrugs his shoulders. “Maybe. But it’s the truth.”

Hanzo looks him up and down again, upper lip curling with disgust. Deciding that he should cut this line of dialogue off before it can get even worse, he gathers his dignity about himself and says: “You will have to talk to father at some point. I will stay here until you do.”

He knows Genji hates that he is here. Hanzo hates it himself, to be honest – especially the thought that he would have to pause his journey until Genji decided to be less of a stubborn ass. Which he might just be simply to be contrary.

He can see it in his younger brother’s face even before he says with entirely feigned levity: “Well then maybe you should just stop your journey and live here, huh? Might be fun. A big, happy family. Just the three of us and our Pokémon. Zen and I can be mommy and daddy and fuck like rabbits while you do… whatever it is you do. Taxes or some shit.”

It is now Genji’s turn to look Hanzo up and down before he suddenly stands up, his movements weirdly hectic as he makes his way out of the room, leaving Hanzo sitting there at the breakfast table, his mind working a mile a minute.

He figures that Genji must have said more than he wanted to. Has he honestly stopped his quest to becoming a Pokémon Master? The thought seems impossible… but when he hadn’t been a playboy, he’d been driven, as far as Hanzo can tell. He hasn’t seen a single one of Genji’s Pokémon since coming here. Now that he thinks about it, it is plain weird.

Hanzo eventually sighs and gets up. He’s not in the mood to stay inside the little temple for longer than absolutely necessary. Last night still stuck with him and he is in no mood to listen to his little brother asserting dominance over him again by making him listen to him-

Hanzo pauses just outside the temple as a sudden thought spikes through his mind. It’s lewd and disgusting. Revolting, even. Something that Genji would do. Something Genji does.

He bites his lower lip, a sensual prickle running up his spine. Maybe… it is time to fight fire with fire. Make sure Genji knows that his big brother isn’t a drag that files taxes in his downtime.

.oOo.

He knew it would be easy to get Cole in on the whole thing. He’s a pervert first of all and probably wouldn’t have minded any which reason as long as he got to get his dick wet and his rocks off – even if it was only via a phone call.

The fact that that was his first and most pressing question – Do I get to come, babydoll? – had annoyed Hanzo as much as it had excited him. He doesn’t think he would have gone through with it all if he’d had to explain himself.

It’s much easier to roll his eyes and sigh: “If you must…” like he is doing Cole a big favor instead of the other way around.

He looks incredibly thankful, in any case. Like he’d go down on his knees and kiss Hanzo’s feet for the privilege of getting to pump out one of his big, nasty loads.

“You’re disgusting,” Hanzo mutters but he can’t keep his smug grin from his face as he looks about the temple-slash-gym grounds for a more secluded area in which he can talk it through a bit more with Cassidy.

Not that there is much to say about it. It is rather self-explanatory in Hanzo’s opinion, but maybe Cole can give some input in how to get the whole thing going because that is the main snag in Hanzo’s plan.

.oOo.

Cole actually did have some input; even if it was just to advice Hanzo that he could always talk to Zenyatta.

Hanzo would never in a million years tell the gym leader the particulars of what he is trying to do but he is very understanding and eager to help once Hanzo says that he is trying to somehow make up with his brother.

In all honesty he actually is. Though that is kind of low on his list of priorities; after making Genji pay for making him listen to his… indiscretion with Zenyatta and just generally get back at him. It’s immature, yes – but the more he thinks about it, the more eager he is to get things going.

Zenyatta, understanding as he is, promises to be out for a night on a small errand to the nearest city. “I was due for a bit of shopping anyway,” he says with the serenity of a buddha. Hanzo feels bad for lying to him… but there is also that… twinkle he spies in Zenyatta’s eyes a moment before he turns away…

He wonders just how much the young gym leader actually knows. Or very accurately anticipates, in any case. He supposes it’s not difficult to figure out what he might be up to; he’s never been that good of an actor. Genji had always been the one able to wrap everybody around his fingers with lie after lie after lie – and Hanzo had been respecting that, albeit begrudgingly.

Be that as it may – he does not try to dig deeper to find out what Zenyatta might think, and Zenyatta tactfully does not divulge what is going on behind those calm, dark eyes of his.

Hanzo is nervous. Very much so. He has half a mind to blow the whole thing off – hah – but Cole calls him in the middle of what is going to be a full-blown panic attack and suddenly things feel much more tolerable. It’s been a while since he’s last seen his face. It is… weirdly soothing to see the premature crinkles at the corners of his eyes when he grins at him with a wide, happy expression.

There are honest-to-goodness butterflies in his stomach, so he throws at him the first insult he can think of. “Did you forget how to shave yourself? You look like a lumberjack that got lost in a forest for some time.”

Cole does not appear bothered by that, however. He just reaches up with the hand not holding his phone and slowly drags his big hand over his bearded chin to smooth the fur down a little.

Hanzo is stuck staring at the hand, body going hot and cold in delicious waves. He remembers well how warm it is; and how those callouses tug at his skin. It’s been way too long since he last felt them. He shifts a little on his feet, his cock starting to fatten up despite himself.

It is quite humbling to realize just how addicted he’s become to this absolute slob of a man.

“Hey there, babydoll. It’s so good to see you, too,” Cole drawls. His deep voice curling about Hanzo.

He curls his fingers tighter around the phone’s case as his palms begin to sweat and he suddenly is afraid he might loose his grip. His feet drag him along the path going around the back of the temple where each of the small rooms has a tiny, high-up window.

“How’ve you been doin’? I’ve missed ya.”

Hanzo swallows thickly. He comes to stand beneath one of the windows. He is kind of sure that it might be the one to his brother’s room but he might also have miscounted. His thoughts are all over the place and it would be so easy to forget that he’s asked Cole to call him and make love to him in the most obnoxious manner.

He makes it sound so natural.

Hanzo can feel his ears growing warm as he suddenly admits: “I’ve missed you too.” He is surprised by it himself. Cole’s bushy brows lift minimally, showing off that he, too, has been caught a bit off-guard by the raw honesty in Hanzo’s voice.

“Well ain’t you sweet today. Makes me regret that I’m so far away right now.” He sounds so honest as he says that; Hanzo can’t help but believe him, leaning against the wall of the temple and staring at the far too small screen of his phone, fingers slowly petting against the edge in lieu of caressing Cole’s chin.

He regrets it, too. He wants him here with him; badly. But before his mood can drop even further, Cole says with a lilt in his voice: “You look hot like that, you know. All pouty and stuff.”

Hanzo shudders. He rolls his eyes but can’t help the way his lips twitch into a little grin. Raising the volume on his phone he replies a bit louder: “Not as hot as my brother, though, am I? You know he’s here. I could go and get him for you if you wanted to. Continue your little party from Goldenrod or something.”

The jealousy in his voice is not exactly faked; he’s spent quite a bit of time these past weeks and months wondering about that night. Just how well Cole and Genji got to know each other.

He’s sure he can hear something through the small window above; it must have gotten Genji’s attention just as he had planned to.

Cole, apparently noticing the weird tone of Hanzo’s voice, is quick to try and appease him: “You got it all wrong, babygirl. I only got eyes for that pretty face o’ yours.” After just a beat of silence he adds in a low, crooning voice: “And those gorgeous tits.”

Hanzo can feel the heat from his stomach boiling up throughout his chest and creeping up his neck. His knee-jerk reaction is to cover up the speaker and hurry toward a more private place, but he has to remind himself that Genji didn’t give a fuck either; probably loved forcing his big brother to listen to him getting it on with Zenyatta.

It’s enough to renew the anger and annoyance Hanzo had felt and that had made him come up with this plan in the first place.

He exhales roughly and holds the phone a bit farther away so Cole can see his torso as he reaches up with the other hand and slowly pops open the upper most button of his shirt. Then the next.

“You like my chest?” he asks in a soft voice. He knows it already, of course, but he likes it when Cole tells him about all the things that he finds so attractive on Hanzo.

Those gentle brown eyes immediately trail toward the movement, watching the skin getting revealed bit by bit and the way Hanzo’s fingers so deftly play with the buttons of his shirt, teasing him with how excruciatingly slowly he opens them.

“Hell yeah. Don’t see tits as pretty as your’s very often, you know? So soft… like a damn pillow.” He licks his lips slowly. “And those pudgy pink nipples…”

Hanzo’s mouth opens slightly. He exhales roughly, cheeks feeling nice and warm as he slowly pulls his shirt to the side with one finger hooked against the material. He could easily open another button but it is better this way. He can hook it beneath his pec, his thumb brushing almost as if by accident over his nipple.

“You mean this one?” he rasps.

Cole watches him with rapt attention. There’s a faint line appearing between his brows as if focusing on Hanzo squeezing the relaxed, pudgy muscles of his pectoral and making it jiggle like a little tit is the most interesting thing he’s seen in his life. Like he can’t miss a damn second of it.

Hanzo likes his undivided attention. He likes the thought that despite Cole having spent a wild night partying it up with Genji, he is more interested in Hanzo and wants to play with him instead.

“Yeah… yeah, that’s exactly what I mean. Fuck, you ever thought about getting your pretty nips pierced, babydoll? Would love to play with some jewelry the next time I get to suck on your tiddies.”

Goosebumps crawl down Hanzo’s arms, the warmth now flooding the rest of his body as he quietly squeezes his nipple between two fingers. It does not feel as intense and toe-curling as if Cole was doing it with his big, rough fingers, but it is still good. Very good. He starts to forget all about why he is doing what he is doing. There is no real purpose to his arousal. Just a mindless need now that all these people have fixed him up with their greedy touches and big cocks.

It’s been way too long since he’s gotten a fill. He is craving is and Cole is too far away to give it to him.

“Maybe I’ll… think about it,” he tells him, his voice a bit rough. “If you show me what I want to see.”

Cole’s eyes go darker; just like his voice. It slips down into a bassy rumble that Hanzo would not have thought possible. His whole body aches from it, the soles of his feet tingling and his scalp prickling as he listens to him croon: “Yeah? What you wanna see, girly-girl? I’ll show you whatever ya wanna see to get you happy.”

Hanzo knows he should be annoyed about him constantly calling him a girl, but he isn’t. He’s far from it. It just feeds into the head smoldering in his stomach and curling in a white hot line around the base of his dick as he briefly bites the tip of his tongue before rasping: “Show me your cock.”

Cole barks out a single laugh; rough and not surprised in the least. He’s been waiting for that. Hanzo can see him situating the phone somewhere so he got his hands free and take a few steps back so his body comes into view.

With his big hand he grabs his crotch, his cock a fat, obvious line along the crease of his leg. “Yeah? You wanna see this thing? Wanna say hi to my big bull dick that you love?”

Hanzo’s mouth runs dry. He doesn’t usually let Cassidy talk to him like that – he doesn’t want him to think he has any power in this little… thing that they have going on. But he would lie if he said that those words didn’t electrify him and get him desperately hard himself.

He nods slowly, his thumb still brushing over his nipple because he refuses to already get his cock out as if he were a degenerate himself.

Cole’s mouth is twisted in a cocky smile. It shouldn’t look as charming as it does.

“Go on an’ say it,” he croons at him. He’s hooked his thumbs into the elastic band of his sweats and has pulled them down a little; just enough to almost free the tip of his big fat dick.

Hanzo’s eyes are glued to the screen. He wishes it were bigger. He wishes Cole were here so he could touch him and… smell him. God, he just knows he smells so incredible right now; so warm and earthy, the scent of his cock so thick if Hanzo just were to drop to his knees and rub his face all over that juicy bulge-

“I want to see your cock,” he rasps. He swallows and licks his lips and says a bit louder: “I want to see you play with your big cock.”

Cole chuckles. Somewhere behind Hanzo he can hear the sound of something dropping to the floor but it is difficult to focus on that right now. He is slowly giving in to his trembling, weak knees and slides down the wall.

Cole does not immediately do as he’s told, though. He’s a lot more cocky than he’d usually be and Hanzo finds it… electrifying. He’s getting short of breath watching this big oaf slowly pull up his shirt until it is rucked up under his armpits. Showing off the furry t… tits… and a belly that is looking just chubby enough that Hanzo could dig his teeth into it and make it hurt.

God, he wants to so badly. He wants to feel the crinkle of Cole’s fur beneath his fingertips as he touches his pecs and puts little bites all over his stomach. He wants to feel his muscles, nice and strong from working on a farm, tremble and flinch away from the harsh treatment.

Cole, holding his shirt up between his teeth, slowly drags his blunt fingers down his front, carding through the hair on his chest and down his stomach. He tugs on the thick treasure trail beneath his belly button, watching Hanzo’s reaction and very obviously pleased with how lax his face becomes staring at the little screen.

Hanzo had not anticipated his little prank to become this. His deconstruction by Cassidy who seems to thoroughly enjoy what he is doing to him. He loves having the upper hand for once and it shows.

There’s wetness seeping through the fabric of his sweats but for once he is not hectically trying to shoot his big fat load. He is just circling his fingers around his shaft and slowly drags his thumb back…and forth… back… and forth… over the round tip.

He’s teasing Hanzo. Him. Teasing Hanzo.

He would have never thought that Cassidy had it in him. He always seems so happy go lucky. So utterly undisciplined. It’s the whole reason he had started getting interested in torturing him with orgasm denials in the first place… and now he’s standing there, making Hanzo wait to get a look at his meaty cock because he rather have it wet through his sweats instead of freeing it so Hanzo can tell him to wrap his big hand around it and slowly milk it for his viewing pleasure.

“Don’t bite yerself too hard, now.”

The sentence doesn’t make any sense until Hanzo realizes that he’s been biting his lower lip quite hard. It aches when he stops it but at least it has cleared his mind somewhat. Enough to start undoing his own pants, his cock painfully aching.

“Oh… are ya gettin’ your dick out? Right out there in the open? What if Zenyatta sees you… or your brother?”

There’s a distinct amusement in Cole’s deep voice. He sounds like he would absolutely love Hanzo getting caught in the act by someone. Maybe he’d get off on the sight of Hanzo’s slack, flabbergasted face or his eternal shame. Hanzo wouldn’t put it past him. He licks his lips slowly, tongue feeling out the indent left behind by his teeth on his lip.

“Zenyatta is not here today and Genji is… somewhere.”

Behind him, he hopes. It’s a petty thing to do, of course. But sometimes you had to fight fire with fire. Especially when it came to Genji.

“Mmmnnh. Naughty. Why don’t you show me your pretty cock? I’ve been daydreaming about it, you know. Prettiest dick I’ve ever seen. And you make such a charming face when you get it jerked nice and slow.”

Hanzo feels hot and cold. It’s on the tip of his tongue to tell him ‘you first’, but he has to admit that he quite enjoys this dominant side to Cole and he is eager to see where this is going. He’s a lot nicer than Hanzo would have been, that’s for sure.

After another moment of staring at the outline of Cole’s meaty cock, Hanzo reluctantly tilts the phone so the cowboy can see how he’s already opened his pants. It’s easy to reach into the slit of his shorts and gently slip out his cock.

He can feel the phone vibrating in his hand when Cole’s deep, crooning voice comes out of the speakers: “There you go… fuck, that’s a nice dick. Would love to suck it for you sometime. Really fuck my face with it.”

Hanzo inhales sharply. His fingers curl around his shaft, thumb pressing against the blushing tip. It quickly gains color, though nowhere near as ruddy red as he knows Cole’s glans can become. God… he’s fucked him so often that he can just picture everything about that stupid lazy dick.

The taste and warmth and weight against his tongue and the feeling of those veins throbbing in need.

“Oh, you’re wet already, hmn? Girly-girl got all wet for me, didn’t you? Gonna come soon? We didn’t even start properly yet…”

Hanzo closes his eyes and turns his head away. He wants to bite his knuckle but he has to hold the phone with one hand and is desperately strangling his cock with the other. So his lip has to take the abuse again just so he wouldn’t start moaning breathy and slutty.

He… honestly wants to come. The orgasm is already burning in his abdomen, hot and delicious and twisting around the base of his spine until his head spins. He curls his toes in his boots and tries to hang on to it for dear life. He doesn’t want to be like Cole… an undisciplined mongrel that just shoots his load at the slightest bit of attention – but goodness he loves the way he talks to him right now.

It feeds into a weird kind of insecurity he’s had eating away at himself since his little adventure with Mister Rutledge. Wearing a dress and getting fucked by him again and again and again with that humongous cock-

A low groan vibrating against his hand has his eyes fly open again. He stares at Cassidy, his sweats suddenly pushed down and hooked beneath the heavy hang of his fat balls. His dick is right there in his fist, the tip glistening with wetness. Even as Hanzo stares, a sticky drop starts to bubble up, then slowly follow gravity, stretching out in a string of pre-cum that he wants so badly to catch on his tongue that he has tears of frustration itching in his eyes.

Cole is watching him with dark eyes. Strands of his messy hair are hanging in his face. It makes him look deranged and dangerous.

Hanzo’s heart pumps faster. As does his hand. His cock keeps flexing in his grip and his orgasm is slowly pushing down his thighs and makes his muscles ache in the best way possible.

“You look so hot like that… god damn I wish I were anywhere remotely close to you right now. I’d fuck you against that wall you’re leanin’ on, Hanzo. Just cram my dick into your pussy until you can taste me on your tongue. Really make you sing so the whole damn plateau knows you’re bein’ fucked like a good girl.”

His words are crawling under Hanzo’s skin and curling up in his chest where they sit as hot coals. Hanzo can’t breathe; no matter how much he does, there just isn’t enough oxygen anywhere, it seems. He can imagine it too well; Cassidy’s hot bulk pressing him against the rough wall and giving him nowhere to go other than to stay right where he is and take that big fat cock he’s jerking almost painfully slow.

Cole’s cheeks above his unkempt beard are ruddy red. His dark eyes glistening.

Hanzo likes how he can see how turned on he is. How he is into this little scenario just as much as Hanzo is. Cole really desires Hanzo.

Every time his hand slides up and his palm drags over the slippery, tingling head of his cock, Hanzo’s abdomen clenches and a whining little sound whistles out of his throat. He’s usually so quiet when jerking off, still used to a lifetime of being at home and having to be as quiet as possible…

Cole does not have any of those qualms. He probably never had. He’s a shameless, horny bastard. The vibrations of his voice travel up Hanzo’s arm and seem to settle in his skull in the best way possible.

His chest aches. He forgot how to breathe. Cole is telling him that he looks so hot jerking off for him, that he can’t wait for the next time they finally meet again and he can fuck Hanzo so deep that he’ll taste him on his tongue.

He says all kinds of nasty stuff that tingles through Hanzo and makes him forget momentarily where he is.

He cries out when he comes, head thrown back and cum dribbling over his knuckles. Some kind of bird Pokémon is startled by the sudden noise and flutters off from the nearby forest.

Hanzo stares at the screen of his phone. He kind of angled it so Cole could see his cock pulsing out a hot load but now he pulls it close to his face again. He needs to see that big bull cock erupt for him.

He doesn’t need permission this time and the arc of his cum when he just lets go is pretty impressive.

For some reason Hanzo likes the thought of Cole on his knees and wiping it from the floor in a bit.

It’ll take a while until reality sets back in and his horny brain has turned off to let him realize exactly what he’s done.

But there’s no turning back now. He’ll just have to see what Genji’s reaction is.

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Next time: What will Genji's reaction be? And will Hanzo be able to do what his brother has not managed in his whole time at the temple?