Extension December 2021 Drabble #1

Happy New Year! Celebrate it with Hanzo's drunk ass!

Part 1 (Patreon Link)

Part 2 (This Part)

Hanzo/Cole – Hanzo is a super leightweight and a super slut. Perfect combination!

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His life never had a damn chance. Not when Hanzo’s shirt kept falling down his shoulder and almost expose those candy pink little nipples of his.

Cole’s pretty sure that there are men a lot mightier than him who would have fallen to that stupid little trick.

He slams a fist full of bills onto the counter and immediately wants to stuff his cock into the smug little smirk on Hanzo’s stupidly pretty face.

The kid doesn’t even know what he’s getting himself into. Cole’s pretty sure the only cock he’s had between those shapely thighs was some little toy. No way he’s ever fucked himself as rudely as Cole is about to.

Dick the attitude right out of him. Oh boy. He’s gonna be dead after this night. He should use it. Use it like that drunk little virgin whore that has gotten up and grabbed his hand to pull him toward the back rooms of the establishment.

Hanzo doesn’t stumble or swerve… but he walks decidedly more cautious; like he has to focus on every step he takes, putting one foot in front of the other.

Cole stares at their hands; how different they are with his own big hairy-knuckled paw and Hanzo’s manicured nails.

He’s caught off guard himself when Hanzo stumbles after all and he has enough wherewithal to grab him around the waist and pull him up against him. It’s a nice maneuver that he’ll probably never be able to replicate.

Would it have gotten him into a lady’s pants? Maybe. Doubtfully.

Hanzo is no lady, though. He’s young and drunk for the first time and so damn horny that he wants to drop on his knees and worship Cole’s dick right then and there. It’s downright difficult to keep him moving until they are finally in the room he bought.

It’s small and dark (which is probably for the best so Hanzo doesn’t see how dirty it is). That’s fine. Cole only needs a moderately horizontal surface to put Hanzo on so he can spread those legs and push in between… fuck his life out right into the barely legal cunt of a drunk bimbo.

His life ending just the way it had begun, he figures.

His introspective gives Hanzo time to finally get on his knees the way he wanted in the hallway. He fumbles Cole’s pants open, the warm puff of his gasp once he manages to slip out the big cock hitting his swollen tip and making him feel all goey and affectionate for some reason.

Like Hanzo is a cute little lover and not a whore he’s been fantasizing about since taking this little stunt as a bodyguard in the Shimada estate.

Cole looks down, staring at the top of Hanzo’s head; his dark, glistening hair. Usually Hanzo is a mouthy bitch with acerbic wit, never missing an opportunity to belittle Cole.

Drunk, he is a much quieter fellow. In fact, he doesn’t have a damn thing to say other than that little gasp before moving in and doing just what he had announced earlier: he’s goddamn cuddling with Cole’s cock.

Well holy shit.

His smooth cheek keeps dragging against his bulbous tip, rubbing his loose foreskin back and forth until the sensation sinks in bone deep and makes his skin tingle and his fingers twitch.

“Come on… Come on, we got so much more to do, babydoll,” Cole croons. His hands flutter around Hanzo’s head. For all the promises he’s made himself of throwing Hanzo down and pumping a nice thick load into his belly, he is pretty hesitant to even touch him. As if that would leave some spots on his hands showing off to daddy Shimada that he touched his golden boy.

His golden boy that couldn’t hold his booze if his life depended on it. Seriously… how could Hanzo be the son of a Yakuza boss and be drunk after a couple of beers?

Cole is doing them a service by training him. Obviously.

He grabs Hanzo’s head, trying to gently pull him away. When that doesn’t work the way he hopes, he frowns and pinches Hanzo’s nose until at least his mouth falls open, tongue flopping out. A perfect red carpet for Cole’s cock…

Hanzo’s dark eyes look up at him for a moment before he goes cross-eyed, watching the fat red tip as Cole curls his fingers around the base and thoughtfully bounces it; slapping Hanzo’s tongue as he tries to make up his mind. What to do, what to do…

Who would have thought Hanzo would be such a drunk slut? If only he’d known, he would have been able to prepare-

“L-let me-”

He looks down again, watching as Hanzo clumsily tries to catch the tip of his cock, mouth chasing it but always just a bit too slow, like the alcohol in his system makes his reactions lag behind. The result is that his cheeks are glistening with pre from Cole’s cock smearing against them instead of pushing between his greedy, plump lips.

“What was that?” he drawls, finally holding his cock still.

Hanzo grabs his hips and glares up at him. God, he looks cute when he’s drunk and sloppy… his mean black eyes are velvety soft.

“I want you to stay still so I can do what I want to do,” he says, obviously focusing on enunciating everything clearly – as if he thinks Cole is the drunk idiot here.

“Or what?”

Hanzo pauses, mouth open nice and wide, just about to pop it over the fat glans… then pulls back to say with all seriousness: “Or I will tell my father.”

Cole barks out a laugh. Oh fuck this is ridiculous!

“You are, are you? You’re gonna go to daddy and whine about how I didn’t give ya the cock you wanted, huh? Here. Come, I’ll give you something to whine about to daddy.”

He leans down and grabs Hanzo under the arms, pulling him up like the little fuckdoll he is. He’s heavy with muscle but the room is short and Cole only needs to go three steps until he can throw him onto the bed waiting for them.

His blood is boiling, cock twitching eagerly. He’s already got one foot in the grave… what’s the harm in showing the little brat a good ride while he’s at it?

Hanzo tries to help in getting himself out of the clothes but his hands are only in the way, too slow and clumsy to do anything much… but it’s also cute to watch him so Cole doesn’t stop him.

He flips him on his front once the pants are down and just… just takes a moment to enjoy the view. Spreading those pale cheeks and getting a nice look at the little peach he’s going to utterly destroy on cock. It’s so pink and cute looking… all tight and trembling as he drags his rough thumb over it.

“Are you gonna do it now?” Hanzo asks in a stage whisper. He is looking over his shoulder, back arched and hair spilling over his face. Delicious. Gorgeous. Beautiful.

“Hell yeah I am.”

Cole has a bit of lube in his pocket. The two packets don’t feel like they’re enough; not for a little virgin like Hanzo… but with just a bit of persuasion…-

“Easy now… relax… relax… gonna feel so good in a sec…” He croons, one hand has caught one of Hanzo’s wrists and is holding it loosely behind his back as he starts to squeeze his cock into him. It seems more than enough to keep Hanzo at bay, even as he starts whining, legs kicking sluggishly when he feels his virgin hole being spread… and spread… and spread…

Fuck, it’s such a bad idea to do it like this. Why do the worst ideas have to feel so good?!

He can’t believe he gets to pop the tip inside this prissy little bitch. Hanzo’s body is clutching at him like he’s some kind of lifeline. Fuelled with the power of alcohol, he doesn’t even bitch at him anymore; just groans into the bedding and goes slack, his legs twitching intermittently while his insides are rearranged in the shape of Cole’s beer can dick.

Hah… beer… God the thought that Hanzo is like this just because he’s had a couple of beer! What the actual fuck?

Once the tip is in, the rest of the shaft crawls after much more easy. He feeds him more… and more… and more… until Hanzo is producing a high-pitched whine and starts to struggle again; though just for exactly as long as it takes Cole to start fucking him, nice and easy with a loose-hipped rhythm that’s one of his best, if he does say so himself.

Maybe he should fuck ‘em and leave ‘em… just pump his load and get out of here for as long as Hanzo is too drunk to know what the fuck is going on.

But on the other hand… he’s such a cute cockslut… and who knew how many rounds were in him?

God, fuck, Cole is such an idiot… but he’s gonna stay.