Patreon Compilation – Fic#215 – Soldier/Torbjörn – body worship; rimming; sweat kink; hair kink; stink kink – During The Break

Soldier/Torbjörn – Jack is just so damn hungry for ass and Torbjörn can't say no to him. He's a big ol' softie despite all his grumbling.

Part 1 (AO3 Link)

Part 2 (Patreon Link)

Part 3 (This Part)

Part 4 (Patreon Link)

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Jack’s back is aching within minutes. He’s not a young man anymore, sadly… but he also can’t bring himself to stop when he finally got what he wanted, face stuffed in Torbjörn’s ass, tongue playing with the obscene pout of his hole.

It’s just as well that the old engineer is looking out for him – in his own gruff way. He only keeps pretending to work for a handful of minutes before he growls and puts everything down.

“Awright, awright. Man can’t focus if he’s got a tongue on his ass. Go on, Jack; scoot a bit back, will ya? Good guy. Lay down on the ground. I might have a treat for ya.”

Jack doesn’t really want to move away; he’s been nice and deep in his head, starting to forget all about his aching back… but he’s also damn interested in what Torbjörn got planned.

He shuffles back and watches him hop off the stool. He keeps the flap at his ass hang open, allowing Jack a view of his hairy asscheeks jiggling as he moves about, his phone in his hand and his good eye probably on it while he putters around. Maybe he’s getting instructions from his wife?

Probably. He props the phone up with some difficulty, leaving Jack almost vibrating as he waits for him to come back so he can stuff his face back into his ass. He’s rewarded for his patience by Torbjörn finally deeming the phone safely propped up and the video rolling just to step back and to start peeling himself out of his overalls.

Jack’s mouth runs dry. He’s reaching down to his own cock arching obscenely from his open fly. He grips it like he wants to strangle the thing, blood pumping in his ears and in his palm fast and hard. It makes him wonder for a moment if he can hear it pulsating through the flushed, red crown of his dick.

Once naked, Torbjörn finally makes his way to him. There’s no hitch in his step, no uncertainty; just him staring Jack up and down with a critical eye and a sharp kick to his hip to make him let go of his cock.

He hurries to obey; he wouldn’t want to do anything to jeopardize his chance in getting his hands on Torbjörn’s sturdy, sweaty body. He can smell him already. When he lifts his thickly muscled arms, there’s a veritable forest of wet fur in his pits that makes Jack feel all weird and excited.

He finds himself wondering how disgraceful it would be if he asked whether he could stick his head in there and sniff deeply. Maybe lick…

Oh, how far the erstwhile Golden Boy of Overwatch has fallen. The thought turns him even more on, weirdly enough.

Torbjörn has no idea what is going on in his head. He probably thinks that there aren’t much thoughts behind his blue eyes one way or another. Or maybe he knows just how desperately Jack wants to pig out on him and be put in his place?

He slows down considerably, in any case; like he is dragging things out for his own sake as much as for Jack’s. He walks around his head slowly, looking at him from every angle while idly knotting up his beard. It’s so long that his dick kept being buried underneath it. His cock is just as short and sturdy as the rest of him.

It’s fat in a way that makes it no secret whether one would be able to feel it or not. Jack’s insides feel queasy. He wants to get railed by him so badly… but it also makes him nervous to get his cunt wrenched open by that thing. He just knows that his rim would be obscenely swollen afterward; a whorish, plump mouth, showing him off as the whore that he is.

“You will not touch yourself,” Torbjörn suddenly decrees. Jack doesn’t ask. He’s too distracted by the fact that one leg is swung over his head and he is suddenly staring up at everything Torbjörn has to offer. His mouth runs dry. He’d do anything this man would ask him to do as long as he sat-

He does. He lowers himself with a grunt of satisfaction, his heavy breeder balls the first thing to touch Jack’s face as everything around him begins to grow dark. They touch the bridge of his nose at first, their weight increasing until they slide off to the side and drag over his cheekbone.

Jack closes his eyes and inhales deeply. Oh, the sweat… the scent of a hard working man…

Torbjörn grunts again, realizing that he misjudged the position. His heavy, furry balls drag across Jack’s face. He hurriedly opens his mouth to drag his tongue over them as much as possible before they slide off his chin and press hot and moist against his throat while he is now presented with Torbjörn’s hole once again.

The rim is puckering outward invitingly for the tip of his tongue to round it again and again.

He starts to relax into eating the engineer out… and from the satisfied sigh he can hear above, Torbjörn does so too as he shifts a little more until the weight pressing down on Jack’s face is just about bearable.

Jack closes his eyes, mouth open nice and wide as he laves as much of Torbjörn’s hairy crack as possible before coming back to his hole. It’s a surprisingly zen experience. The darkness and heat surrounding his face is calming to a point that he doesn’t even worry about what he might look like. Whether he might be too needy for his age and status. All he does is slowly pump his hips upward in a nice, slow rhythm that mimics his tongue trying to push its way into Torbjörn’s hole.

His cock is arched in the air, desperate and hot and without anybody to take care of it. Torbjörn wouldn’t be able to reach even if he wanted to which Jack is rather sure he won’t.

What he does do is bear down to let his probing, eager tongue enter his body. His hole opens surprisingly easy, going from tight and unrelenting to soft and slutty in mere moments. It shows that his wife likes to peg him whenever he spends some time home.

Jack shudders at the thought, goosebumps racing down his body and seemingly ending at the tip of his cock which pulses angry and sensitive. He can feel wetness beading at the tip and slowly pearling until it becomes too heavy and slides down the side of his swollen shaft.

His balls feel hard as diamonds. He is increasingly aware of how they rest in his underwear, having not been freed like his dick. The heat there is trying to drive him insane just as much as the heat of Torbjörn’s insides as his muscles playfully squeeze his tongue back out.

Then let him in again. And push him back out.

Jack feels strung tight like a bow. He is smothered by Torbjörn’s hairy ass and nobody pays attention to his dick… but he feels like he is about to come anyway. His hips keep shimmying from left to right, then occasionally upwards which makes it so much worse because his cock bouncing through the cold air is giving him just enough stimulation that he could… he could-

God, he can’t just come like this, tongue up in Torbjörn’s ass and nobody touching his dick. It’s… humiliating. But he also isn’t allowed to jerk off. All he can do is grab Torbjörn’s thickly muscled thighs and hope that he can make him shoot off before he himself does.

At least Torbjörn hasn’t noticed yet… or at least he didn’t say anything. He’s a good guy like that. A really… a really upstanding pal… God, and his hole is so tight around his tongue as Jack fucks into him sloppily, drool coating his chin.

“Damn… that’s nice… I needed that.” The words are dull through the blood rushing in Jack’s ears, but they’re grunted out with so much satisfaction that he can’t help but feel a hot burst of pride.

He shuffles his legs apart, heels digging against the concrete floor. He doubles his efforts, pressing his tongue in even deeper if possible…

There is no… one thing that pushes him over the edge. At least not that he knows of. One moment he listens to Torbjörn’s muttering and low grunts of pleasure, the next the pressure inside his body suddenly releases and he can’t help the rush of abject pleasure as he starts to come hands free. He’s never done that before… or if he has, he can’t remember.

It feels like something he would remember, though. It feels like his bones are going liquid and he’s pissing himself while his aching balls draw up tight to his body and hot splashes of cum are pushed out, only to land on his damn clothes.

Torbjörn laughs but it is breathless and a bit choked. He’s not close behind now.

Jack just dazedly hopes his wife will like the video.