Patreon Compilation – Fic #78 – McCree/Hanzo – cont of mer!Hanzo – Sleeping With The Fishes

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Hanzo has finally gotten the memo of what he is supposed to do. He’s still clutching his satchel of shiny goods to his chest, but he’s leaning back and letting Jesse finger his little tender cloaca open on two big, rough fingers.

Jesse really doesn’t care too much what Hanzo is doing as long as he keeps still like this and lets himself get felt up. He wonders what is going on in the pretty creature’s head. Whether he rather thinks about Jesse’s fingers rudely spreading him open and using the copious amounts of slick being pumped from his two dicks to do so… or whether he is more worried about his little bits and baubles in his satchel.

He doesn’t want to give it away for anything, and as long as Jesse makes no moves that remotely look like he wants to take it away from him, Hanzo is calm and willing to be played with.

His cheeks are flushing a deeper shade of blue with every minute that goes by. Jesse has no idea whether he is touching any of his sweet spots, but he is doing his best. The sleeve of Hanzo’s cloaca feels only similar to a human’s intestines. It is somehow even warmer and slicker despite the creature’s general feel being rather cool.

When he carefully scissors his fingers apart to glance into the tender little opening, he can see a whole lot of quivering, wet pink. He tries to imagine how it might feel cushioning his cock and closing around it like a suckling little mouth, but it feels like his brain is going to overheat when he dwells on it for too long.

“There you go,” he croons. “You’re such a gorgeous little slut, aren’t you? You’re just a whore like Gabriel, huh?”

It doesn’t matter what he is saying to Hanzo as long as he is using the right inflection. Hanzo stares at him like he’s hypnotized, his plump, wet mouth appearing above the satchel for a moment. It’s open and soft looking. Just as soft as the insides that Jesse is thrusting into.

He looks pouty, but Jesse can’t figure out for the life of him why that might be. His cock feels like it is going to burst. Every now and then the tip drags against the sleek, cool scales of hanzo’s tail, and the sensation makes stars explode in front of Jesse’s eyes. He feels like he is not going to last long once he managed to pop his cock into that selfish little hole that’s trying so damn hard to keep him out.

He squeezes a third finger in, and Hanzo makes a soft sound; a little yip, and something that sounds like he’s blowing bubbles even though he is not under water. Jesse is starting to leak himself now, fat streaks dripping onto Hanzo’s glittery pearl white tail.

The creatures begins to be a bit restless, so he leans down and sucks the tip of the longer cock into his mouth just to keep him at bay.

Hanzo makes that bubbling sound again. When Jesse glances up, he has his satchel pressed even closer to his chest, but his eyes are becoming heavy lidded and a bit glassy.

Finally he is getting into it. He’s a bit more difficult to read than Gabriel. Or maybe it is because Gabriel usually demands being taken care of and doesn’t leave until Jesse has satisfied him.

Hanzo’s tender cloaca is gripping his fingers tight. The muscles are moving, trying to force him back out. He refuses, of course. He plants the ball of his hand on Hanzo’s tail and begins to pump him on those fingers in calm, intrusive little thrusts.

Jesse needs him to be open. He needs him to accept his fingers and be ready for something even fatter.

The thought of not getting to grunt fuck his cock into the prissy little princeling after all he’s done to calm him down and keep him to stay on the beach for any length of time is… impossible.

There’s a thick squirt of what he thinks is pre-cum being spat into his mouth. It coats his tongue syrupy and makes him drool. He has to open his mouth and let the whole mess slide along Hanzo’s twitching, pretty cock.

God, everything on him is so gorgeous… colored in soft pastels and flushing the most delicate of hues. Absolutely delicious. He throws his leg over Hanzo’s tail, one knee landing in the water and soaking his pants. He doesn’t care. He needs to get his cock into that cute little cloaca now.

He keeps wondering what goes on in that pretty little head. If there are any worthwhile thoughts the princeling is having, or just a constant stream of treasure treasure cock treasure.

It doesn’t matter. He wants to brace himself on Hanzo’s shoulder, but the pretty face twists into something rather frightening when his hand reaches so close to the satchel, so he tries to balance himself against Hanzo’s hip. His other hand is guiding his cock to the goal.

Without his fingers inside, the little cloaca has visibly shrunken down to the size of Jesse’s pinky again. He wonders if it is even possible for him to fuck it; the thought of him not being able to squeeze his cock into that tiny space and mess it up thoroughly is giving him a heartache.

He just has to try.

He shuffles his knees a little farther apart until he is just flat out sitting on Hanzo’s tail, then begins to gently but relentlessly push.

Jesse’s staring down; he has to see the moment he pops inside that tender little opening that is starting to stretch for him. It feels like a bubble filled with hot water bursts in his chest the moment he actually, finally dips his tip inside. The liquid seems to drip through his body and into his limbs. There’s white noise in his ears for a moment. The world pauses – and then Hanzo is on him, one arm extended, big hand curled around Jesse’s bicep.

His claws are threatening to dig into his soft flesh.

Jesse lifts his head and stares at Hanzo, his face changed from his cutesy-pouty-kind of worried frown into something very intense.

Jesse’s mouth opens uselessly; he’s gaping like a fish out of water, and as he stares at Hanzo, he can feel that hot, silky, wet clench around the crown of his cock start to move. He is reminded of a snake using its muscles to urge prey deeper and deeper into its body.

Just like that, he is sinking incrementally deeper into Hanzo. And deeper. And deeper still.

Jesse’s cock gets gobbled up by this goddamn little cloaca and he can’t do anything against it. There’s no pain, nothing sharp or unwelcome; it’s just Hanzo’s body suddenly having gotten ravenous for the dicking, it seems.

“What?” Jesse slurs, and looks back up into Hanzo’s intense face. The creature is still jealously hugging its satchel close, but there’s nothing submissive about his whole demeanour anymore.

“Breed me.” The voice out of Hanzo is a lot deeper than Jesse would have anticipated. Just like that, the princeling had become a king, and he demanded Jesse to service him.

“What?” he says again. His brain feels too hot and tender for any big thoughts. It has trouble wrapping around the concept that Hanzo not only understands him, but can also speak.

“Breed me,” Hanzo says again, sharper, digging his nails deeper into Jesse’s biceps until he threatens to break skin. “Fertilize my eggs.”

Jesse’s ears are burning. This should not be as hot as it is, but it definitely gets him going. He bites his lip and looks down, grabbing Hanzo’s hips with both hands now so he has at least a bit of leverage.

“Damn… fuck, okay,” he grunts.

It’s somehow easier and harder to fuck Hanzo like this. Jesse’s eyes cross after just the first few thrusts. Hanzo’s muscles are clamping tight around him, jerking him off like a fist. He’s the tightest goddamn sleeve. He’s not been made for a fat cock like Jesse’s but he sure as hell takes it like a champ.

“Don’t stop,” Hanzo orders. It could have been a plea, but there’s nothing sweet and begging about the tone of voice he has going. 

Jesse misses the cute little pouty princeling already. He tries his best not to shoot his load too early, but it’s becoming harder and harder, especially when Hanzo leans back against a big boulder, the arm clutching the satchel going up over his head.

He’s lounging and showing off the delicious planes of his body. He knows that Jesse is a helpless fish fucker, and he taunts him with the sight of his plush pecs and plump nipples.

His double cocks keep dragging against Jesse’s belly.

This is hell and heaven in one.