CYOA – Life And Death Situations – Chapter 25

As Hanzo and Jesse play, they don't notice what's going on around them...

warning: sexual content

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There’s a weird atmosphere in the air as Hanzo pulls Jesse into the bedroom. It feels like everything around him is vibrating. Like everything inside him is vibrating. His bones feel weirdly tender from the constant buzzing of Hanzo’s emotions against and through him.

It feels like it is too much – like he has to buckle any second and just curl up on the floor to try and breathe through the experience.

Hanzo looks back at him, his dark eyes hard and mirror like, studying Jesse’s face. His tight grip, sharp pointed nails close to digging into Jesse’s skin, relaxes slightly. He tugs him closer, pulling him around and urging him backwards until the backs of his knees hit his bed.

He sits down automatically and stares up at Hanzo, heart feeling sluggish in his chest. Like it should be running a mile a minute as Hanzo stares down at him and slowly drags his fingertips along his jaw line.

“Are you worried? About my brother and his toy?” he asks softly, face expressionless but so damn handsome. Jesse obediently looks at him. It’s not difficult to do so now that they’re alone, though part of him has an ear out to the hallway, wondering if he’ll hear the robot transform into some kind of… killing machine.

It’s ridiculous, but this seems to be what his life has become.

“I don’t know,” he says slowly. “Maybe I’m more worried that you aren’t more worried. I thought you and your brother were… inseparable.”

Hanzo’s mouth presses flat, the corners pulling down some.

“I thought that as well. But it seems I was mistaken.”

“What do you mean?”

“Enough. I do not wish to talk about this.”

Ah… that seems to be a pretty tender point for whatever reason.

Part of Jesse wants to keep nudging his finger into the wound to try and get more information out of Hanzo, but the sea dragon seems to decide that this has been enough of a pause and suddenly pushes Jesse’s shoulders to make him fall back onto the bed, then crawls to get on top of him.

Maybe he has felt Jesse’s intent over the bond they are now sharing. Or he’s seen the shrewd glimmer in his eyes.

Whatever it is, Hanzo seems hellbent on keeping Jesse on his toes so he won’t have time to think about these pesky details.

He has him pinned to the matress like a fly and watches him steadily. If Jesse weren’t able to feel the nervousness radiating through their bond, he would feel like some poor critter in front of a shark.

“You have given me a taste of how humans mate,” Hanzo murmurs. There is something contemptuous about the squint of his eyes as he says it; like he thinks mating outside the water is barbaric and humans can’t possibly be doing it right. “I wish to continue.”

Jesse blinks slowly. He can feel the lust simmering through Hanzo, lapping at his own belly. He’s never felt this backlash of emotions before. It’s usually more than enough for him to have to deal with himself, especially when he’s getting down and dirty with someone. He starts to wonder just how long he can even last when he not only sees that handsome face in front of him but also feels how much Hanzo is enjoying himself.

And he will enjoy himself, if only because Jesse wants to wipe that condescending twist of his mouth off of his face.

“You wish to continue, hm?” he murmurs, slowly trying to pull the reigns back in. Get a bit of agency back so he wouldn’t be bullied around by this fairy tale being that seemed much too confident for someone who had trouble even staying on his own two feet just a week back. He reaches out, hands grasping Hanzo’s thighs and rubbing them up and down. He can feel the thick muscles trembling beneath his fingertips; maybe the powerful tail he has as a sea creature has lend itself to this.

Hanzo nods regally. He leans down, planting his hands next to Jesse’s head to lower himself until Jesse can feel the heat radiating off his body and feel the breath puffing against his lips. Through their connection Hanzo’s anticipation is a sweet boost for Jesse’s ego. He looks so cool and collected, but the need he radiates tells a completely different story. It seems all he can do is not to vibrate on the spot as he waits for Jesse to lift up and close the gap.

Only that Jesse doesn’t. He lets him wait for a few sweet moments, feeling the anticipation mounting and trembling at the edges of his awareness, then rasps: “I don’t think it’s just yours to decide…”

Hanzo doesn’t react at first, predator focus all on wanting to get kissed. When Jesse’s words register, though, his head rears back. Jesse grins at his incredulous stare, pretending like he can’t feel the turmoil inside Hanzo.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Hanzo hisses. “You want me. I can feel it.”

Ah. True… Jesse isn’t the only one who can tap into this… connection. It’s a bummer Hanzo has already figured it out – but that doesn’t mean he can’t still play.

“Just because you want it doesn’t mean you have to get it, too,” he murmurs, hands slowly rubbing up and down the muscular thighs. Outside, everything is perfectly quiet. Too quiet? He can’t tell. It’s difficult to focus on these things when agitated spots of color appear on Hanzo’s high cheekbones.

“But you want it too!” he insists. Jesse can hear the soft sound of fabric starting to tear as Hanzo digs his nails into the sheets. He is almost vibrating on top of him. For just a split second it is like he can see a long, beautiful azure tail lash behind Hanzo, but it is just his imagination. Of course.

He slowly lets his hands move from Hanzo’s thighs to his waist, thumbs digging in just short of uncomfortable.

“Don’t matter,” he replies easily. The pressure of the handsome creature sitting on his cock is doing things to him, but he’s hellbent on establishing some rules. He can’t just let him trample all over him… even though he thinks he might quite enjoy it. “Ya don’t get what you want just because you said so. Your ma never taught you some manners?”

There’s a flash of something truly ugly slithering over Hanzo’s face at that. It’s gone as fast as it has come but it lefts Jesse with a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Hanzo’s expression becomes more calculated then. He narrows his eyes at Jesse while he minimally arches his back and presses down against the bulge nudging insistently into him. Jesse can’t help but hiss, cock pulsing.

Hanzo leans down again; closer this time. Jesse can feel the whisper of his lips against his mouth, the touch sending jitters of electricity through his body.

“You wish for me to debase myself,” Hanzo croons softly. “You wish that I beg for your attention, is that it? Does that… excite you? To have a creature as powerful as me beg for your pathetic little human appendage?”

Jesse’s breath hitches as he draws in a sharp breath and says with a slight tremble in his voice: “Oh sweetheart… ain’t anythin’ pathetic about that cock, I assure you. I could make ya sing so loud your brother’ll come runnin’ to see what I’m doin’ to ya.”

His drawl has become more pronounced he can tell, words slurring into one another, but Hanzo does not seem to have a problem understanding this time. He stays right where he is, just teasing with the warmth of his delicious mouth, his perfectly kept goatee tickling as it brushes against Jesse’s stubble.

“You are so eager yourself. Do you think me a fool that wouldn’t notice how you tilt your hips and rub yourself against my behind?”

Jesse’s skin prickles as he realizes Hanzo is right. He hadn’t even noticed how he had moved, gently dry humping that tight ass pressing down against him. He bites the tip of his tongue, staring up at the creature. He wonders how he could’ve lost the upper hand so quickly.

“Don’t be like that,” he croons, trying to endear himself as he rubs along Hanzo’s back. “Be a good boy, won’t ya?”

“By asking to be mated by you? A human?” Hanzo asks derisively. He sounds surprisingly genuine; as if he truly is disgusted by the thought of it. Bummer that he is still sitting right on his dick after practically demanding to be put through his paces.

“Don’t that get you hot?” Jesse rasps. He slips one hand on the back of Hanzo’s neck, covering it with his warm palm and gently squeezing it with his fingers as to stave off any budding protests against it. Fingertips nudging into the dark hair he can feel the heat radiating off the creature’s scalp. He urges Hanzo’s head further down, their lips all but pressed together, and drawls into his open, panting mouth: “Ya like the thought of it… of gettin’ rough an’ dirty with a filthy human.

Of gettin’ your little hole spread on nasty human dick and have me pound you until you go cross-eyed.”

He can feel Hanzo weakly strain against the grip, wanting to pull back and maybe look all shocked about Jesse talking so crudely, but Jesse can keep him close without much trying. He wonders if Hanzo had ever heard dirty talk. He’s not sure what he and his brother got up to under the sea… though he certainly would like to know now that he’s seen them sweetly making out.

He slipy a big hand between them and awkwardly twists it to cup Hanzo’s crotch. He can feel the rigid length of it, and how it flexes when he lovingly squeezes down on it.

“It’s alright… I won’t tell nobody, right? It’ll be our little secret. I can give you just what you want. What you need. Get you to screamin’ so loud that your brother’ll get all jealous.”

That one is a shot in the dark, but he can feel the hot moist breath expelled against his chin. Hanzo is mouthing on it like a babe now. He seems delirious, caught by Jesse’s words. He certainly doesn’t seem put out by the thought of getting Genji mad that he’s getting human cock so good he’ll be drooling.

“You think so?” Hanzo whispers softly. His hips are moving, rutting against Jesse’s palm. Jesse grins slowly, thumb swiping along his hairline.

“Oh, I know it… He’ll be so mad that I can give it to you so good… All you need to do… is ask for it.”

Jesse needs this. This little concession on Hanzo’s part. Have him finally go nice and pliant and be a sweet babydoll for once in his goddamn seamonster life.

“...Please.”

It’s so quiet that he really shouldn’t let it count – but he thinks that this is as far as he will get Hanzo tonight. And he really, really, really wants this to happen. He urges Hanzo’s chin back up, then finally kisses him, slow and deep just to reel himself back in and not shoot prematurely.

Damn, this is happening. It really is.

.o.

Getting Hanzo out of his clothes is as frustrating as it is painfully sweet. The creature seems to have forgotten all about how they work; he wriggles and jerks and undulates, trying his best to help Jesse’s fumbling hands in peeling him out of all the layers, but only making it all the harder on the both of them.

Jesse is distracted by Hanzo’s mouth, hot and suckling and greedy, always wanting more and more kisses and not letting him breathe enough to think about how he needs to slip buttons through holes and pull sleeves down arms to get this whole thing moving along.

His head is filled with the sounds Hanzo makes; needy, reedy whines that hit him bone deep for some reason.

“Calm… calm…” he chants low, trying to gentle Hanzo down enough to finally push those pants down. Hanzo’s hands are everywhere, his nails sharp and threatening. Jesse is afraid of them, if he is being honest; one wrong move and it could seriously hurt… though he does not think it would be a good idea to tell that Hanzo. Maybe he would do it out of spite, then.

He wouldn’t put it past him.

When he finally has him peeled out of everything, Jesse’s body lifts like a wave, toppling the surprised dragon over to be on his back, staring blearily at him. He looks breathtaking, spread out like that; belly trembling and vulnerable, cock curved up and painfully hard…

Hanzo’s skin reflects light a little weirdly; like it is a bit slicker than it should be. A bit smoother than it should be. It feels like it too, when Jesse reaches out and drags his fingertips over Hanzo’s heaving chest, down, further down, rounding his navel and marvelling for a moment that he even has one.

Are sea dragons born like humans? He knows so little about them still. Hanzo is very taciturn about telling him anything at all about his life in the water or his past. He always becomes very pouty very fast, and Jesse really doesn’t want this to move into ‘angry’ territory.

He stares into his eyes as he curls his big fist around the slowly flexing cock and squeezes it. Hanzo’s mouth opens but no sound comes out. He is digging his fingers into the bedsheets again, and Jesse winces as he hears them rip once more. Oh well…

“So you want me to put you through your paces?” he drawls slowly just to gather himself. His mouth feels swollen and overly sensitive from Hanzo’s eager kisses. He can’t stop tonguing the corners of it; want to turn and rub it against his shoulder to get rid of the distracting tingles. “But you gotta be real nice, you know. No pouting. No fightin’.”

Hanzo’s dark brows twitch and pull down somewhat. He looks ready to argue for a second, but Jesse slowly pumping his gorgeous erection has the fight go out of him quickly. Ahh… beautiful.

Here the creature is as any other man, apparently. Hanzo’s hips jerk up, his legs doing a weird little scrabble as he tries to remember how to use them, presumably. Jesse leans down, brushing over his hair.

“Shhh it’ll be alright… just stay put for a second while I get my clothes off, yeah? And then we’ll get your brother nice an’ jealous.”

Hanzo nods along eagerly. He does not seem ashamed about Jesse openly saying it now. He probably has no concept of… incest as a whole. It shouldn’t get Jesse as hot as it does... But he’s simply not a good enough man, he supposes as he leans down to smear a kiss on the crown of Hanzo’s cock just to tide him over while he gets up and starts to rip at his own clothes.

Hanzo isn’t just laying there at least. He doesn’t seem too aware or sure what to do with his legs but he knows what to do with a cock, at the very least. He bites his knuckle while he curls a hand around his dick and gives it some nice, slow drags.

Jesse slows down a bit with his clothes, watching as Hanzo’s hips flex up and into his grip. He doesn’t have a foreskin that he could pull back, but it looks a little like his tip is blooming open, and a thick glob of a clear liquid is jerked out and slides like slime over his knuckles. He’s never seen anything like it.

“What the…” Jesse rasps. Just in shorts, tented impossibly in front of him with a wet spot to decorate the crown, he comes over and lies on his belly. It’s pretty good because he can hump the mattress as he gets up close and personal with Hanzo’s dick and the things it does.

He glances up for a moment and sees Hanzo’s dark-eyed, intent stare on his face. As he watches, the dragon pulls his lips back, showing off the sharp tips of his teeth which he is using to gnaw at his knuckle. It kind of looks like he’s snarling. It shouldn’t be as hot as it is.

He looks down again at the cock. Hanzo is keeping up the slow downwards motion, massaging the rigid shaft and showing Jesse up close how the tip blooms open again to drip out another thick gush of… pre-cum? Is that sea dragon pre-cum?

Jesse reaches out and takes a glob of it up, rubbing it between thumb and forefinger. He can feel a myriad of small… orbs. Kind of like caviar. Caviar. Fish eggs.

He looks up at Hanzo who chews on the corner of his mouth, having watched Jesse the whole time.

“I don’t think that a human could fertilize them,” he murmurs, looking away. He sounds derisive, but his cheeks are ruddy red. Like he kind of gets off on the thought.

Jesse’s brain just flatlines after he finds himself wondering if this is the seadragon equivalent of a breeding kink.

.o.

Outside, the door of Jesse’s apartment gently clicks shut behind Genji whose eyes are solely on Zenyatta leading the way.