Patreon Compilation – Fic#71 – Reinhardt/Sigma/Hanzo – subs Reinhardt + Sigma; dom!Hanzo; footplay; petplay – Well Behaved

Hanzo leaves the party as soon as possible. He’s had a long day and he is fed up with the little sluts downstairs trying to rub themselves all over him.

He’ll let to have Ikaguchi know that his hospitality is a bit smothering at times.

He impatiently loosens his tie as he makes his way to his heavily guarded rooms. His bodyguards are outside, not moving a muscle but undoubtedly watching him from beneath their dark glasses.

“Have my pets arrived?” Hanzo asks as soon as he is close enough. He had asked for them earlier this day so he could spend the night in good company after the party.

“They are being brought into the garage as we speak, Sir.”

Hanzo nods, pleased with the answer. He pushes his keycard against the reader, and as the door opens he orders: “Bring them to me ASAP.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He has taken off his tie and vest, and is just finishing pouring himself a drink when there is a knock on the door.

“Your pets, Sir,” comes the reserved voice of his bodyguard muffled through the thick wood. Hanzo sighs softly and takes a sip, the stress of the day long negotiations starting to fall off of him.

He walks over with his glass still in hand and opens the door. His pets are so tall he has to put his head back a bit to look at them; his big old boys. Sweet pets.

They’re both pink in the face from having been paraded through the hotel in nothing but silk pants and their collars. The leashes, both thin and black, are in the guard’s fist; the clasps to them are delicate and would be no match to their strength if they reared back – just another testament to how well-trained and obedient his submissives are.

He extends his hand in a silent demand, and the guard immediately gives him the reigns for his pets. A gentle tug, and Reinhardt and Siebren trot inside, carefully having to navigate their broad shouldered bodies through the comparatively small door.

Hanzo will never get tired of the sight of just how big his two boys are. He kicks the door closed in the guard’s face and slowly curls the leashes around his fist while taking another sip of his drink.

“Undress,” he orders, and the two old boys move instantly, shimmying down their basically see-through pants. Their pink flush has reached down to their chests now; more visible in Siebren than in Reinhardt, as he’s not as furry as his friend.

They’re so nice and shy, even though they really needn’t be with what they are packing. Their cocks are just a little bit plump; nice and tasty looking. Reinhardt’s fatter than Siebren’s, but not by much.

It takes longer these days to get his old boys hot and bothered, but he enjoys that part as well. When they start squirming and become whiny and embarrassed about their impotence.

He tugs on their leashes and they obediently follow him. They’ve been his personal submissives for so many years, they needn’t be told what to do in order to perform to his exact wishes.

They take pillows from the couch and place them on the floor for them to kneel on, close enough to always rub shoulders just the slightest bit. When they don’t have their Master to please, they always have each other at least. Hanzo slumps down on the couch and throws one leg over Siebren’s shoulder. He tugs them closer with their leashes.

They wait for a moment if a command is coming forth, and when none comes, they turn towards each other to easily kiss. Hanzo loves watching them play with one another. The light playing on the attractive crows’ feet Siebren has; the way Reinhardt’s beard scratches against the other’s chin…

They’re absolutely beautiful.

“More,” he demands, and they turn towards each other obediently, pressing their massive pecs against each other, moving and rubbing and generally being sweet little sluts for his viewing pleasure.

At home, he has oil which he’ll use to get them slick and shiny, but here they will have to play without. He keeps tension on the leash, idly tugging every now and then to see Reinhardt’s thick neck strain against it.

Their tongues slide against each other, wet and slippery. It is… hypnotizing. He forgets taking a sip of his drink halfway to his mouth because he becomes so invested in the sight of their lips dragging and tongues pressing.

They have been his first submissives; he’s met them in a club when he’s not really been old enough to go there yet, and they’ve been at his side ever since. He couldn’t imagine better companions, really…

Hanzo moves his leg slowly until it is no longer hooked over Siebren’s shoulder. Instead, his socked foot is pressed against it, gently pushing until he can hear the wet little popping sound of their mouths separating when the submissive follows along easily and looks up for guidance with his big blue eyes.

Siebren’s is an underhanded kind of beauty that hits Hanzo in the most unexpected moments. It makes him feel soft when the whole day he’s had to be hard and sharp as a blade.

He hums thoughtfully, and gently nudges more until Siebren is sitting in front of him the way he wants him to. Reinhardt is at his side, putting his bearded cheek on the other sub’s shoulder. Hanzo has yet to achieve in making them jealous of each other. Siebren is too mild mannered and Reinhardt too enthusiastic for that, it seems.

Hanzo pulls his foot back and tugs his socks off, then nudges at Siebren’s slim thighs to make him spread them.

“Reinhardt,” he murmurs, “Take the lube and get both your cocks wet.”

Reinhardt eagerly springs to action. He fishes the little bottle of lube out of Hanzo’s trouser pocket where it always resides. Siebren whimpers when the cool, silky liquid touches his half-hard cock, but he does not dare to twist away.

It’s fun to gently torture him. Hanzo gently catches his cock between his feet and gives it a squeeze. It’s nice and warm beneath the cool slick, and becomes a bit firmer as he gives it an awkward tug between the soft soles of his feet.

Hanzo’s never been too interested in playing footsie, but Siebren has changed his mind in the past months. He likes to hide his shame behind his hands, his ears glowing just as red as his face as he sobs into his palms and lets his Dominant play with his body.

“Reinhardt,” Hanzo murmurs, leaning against the backrest with a little sigh, feet starting up a slow rhythm of squeezing and rubbing, “Touch yourself.”

“Yes, sir!” Reinhardt beams at him. He’s such a happy boy; satisfied to spend his time in the gym and pumping his muscles when he’s not playing with either Siebren or Hanzo. Such an easy slut.

He curls his big hand around his big cock, and tries his best to get himself hard. The sounds it produces are just as slick and soft as the ones caused by Hanzo’s feet on Siebren’s body.

It is a nice, calming backdrop to Hanzo letting the remnants of a busy day slip away from him. He keeps sipping his drink, listening to the whimpers and little desperate whines of his boys.

They want so badly to give him nice big fat cocks to play with, but more often than not their bodies are failing these days. They need almost hours to get ready and offer him big hot erections, but Hanzo does not mind in the least.

He enjoys being able to sit and play leisurely. To hear their frustration rise as they huddle together and try to follow his commands. When he lifts his head from its exhausted slump against the backrest, he can see how Siebren’s tight little belly is trembling every time the edge of one of Hanzo’s foots drags against the ridge of his crown.

What a sensitive old boy.

Hanzo moves his feet, then, using one to press Siebren’s half-hard cock up against his stomach while he drags the sole of the other across the mostly hidden tip.

The sound Siebren makes is… out of this world. He all but howls, his big hand clapping over his mouth, large blue eyes staring at Hanzo in shock.

“Rein-” Hanzo starts, but he does not even have to finish. Reinhardt’s hand is already out, curling around Siebren’s wrist and pulling it away from his mouth gently.

“Let us hear,” Reinhardt croons at him, breathless himself, his cock almost standing firm from his insistent squeezing.

God, they are so well-trained. So beautiful. Hanzo keeps dragging his toes against Siebren’s crown just to see how his face crumbles. He’s panting open-mouthed, just a bit of drool glistening at his chin. He looks and sounds so close to coming already, but they all know that it’ll be a lot longer before his body actually starts to get ready for it.

They inevitably cuck themselves, and that is maybe Hanzo’s favorite part of playing with old pets. It’s just nice sometimes to make them cry.