Reward for my Eternal Friend Patron

Part 1; Part 2 here (Patreon Link)

Lúcio is a cute little pony and Jesse can’t help but stare whenever he gallops past him on the pasture, chasing Genji or Zenyatta or just in general being the happy little sweetheart that he is.

It is… not right for him to stare at that round little ass and try to catch a sight of his soft hole beneath the dark brown tail, but he just… can’t help it. He would have figured that by this time he is deep enough in his own depravity that it wouldn’t faze him anymore, but…

Lúcio just looks so small and stocky. He’s come from a far-away centaur settlement that had gotten broken up for one reason or another, but he’s never been nothing but perfectly happy and content and so pure at heart that Jesse wouldn’t be shocked to realize that the centaur never even heard of dicks despite having a very pretty one on himself.

(And Jesse knows. He’s watched him piss; that delicious horse cock sliding half-way out of his sheath as Lúcio had braced himself with his forearms against a tree and groaned with the satisfaction of finally emptying a bladder that’s full to bursting.)

Jesse has played with Hanzo a ton of times. He’s even played with Gabriel. He’s fucked the both of them so well that they basically prance towards him whenever he steps to their paddock, their tails lifted with intrigue.

He’s thought he’d be so well past any embarrassment about soliciting any of those poor centaurs entrusted into his care, but…

Well.

Lúcio just seems… he just seems forbidden, somehow. (They all are forbidden, of course, but Jesse is only too eager to conveniently forget that fact).

Like touching him in any other way than trying to get his black coat to gleam would be sacrilegious.

Lúcio’s brushing time is always a matter of the utmost patience. He makes cute little sounds when Jesse drags the hard brush in circles across his coat. There’s an especially nice spot just at the top of his croup where Lúcio will groan and stretch and make a curious little half-hunch as he begs Jesse to focus on that one delicious place – and damn him if that whining little beg doesn’t get him hard and fat in his slacks every single goddamn time.

He never brushes Lúcio at the side of the barn like he does for the other centaurs. He always squirrels him away into the barn, jealously hiding him away so he can be the only one watching not only his bottom half but also his upper half starting to squirm, all those tight round muscles trembling beneath his skin as he breathes out shakily and leans forward to brace himself against the wood of one of the boxes.

It’s… torture, to be honest. One that Jesse walks into again and again because his dick is doing most of the thinking these days and standing behind Lúcio and just getting a glimpse of his cute, plump hole is doing fucking things to him that it shouldn’t do to a grown ass man like him.

He feels twelve again; like he has just discovered his dick and is jerking it furiously to a bunch of donuts whose glaze is looking absolutely obscene.

Lúcio’s delicious hole reminds him of them. He wants to stuff his face beneath his tail and lick at that silky looking pout. He wants to get both hands full of Lúcio’s cute balls – massive, of course, compared to a human, but nice and tight and adorable when compared to the low-hanging breeders of, say, Reinhardt.

He wants to… he wants to fuck Lúcio up. But he can’t. But he can’t. Lúcio is pure and cute and sweet, always nuzzling Jesse and having the most adorable little dimples when he smiles, and just yesterday he’s paraded around the flowers that Zenyatta had woven into his hair-

And it is exactly this kind of thinking that has him staring at Lúcio’s extended cock without even realizing what he is seeing for the longest moment.

When it registers, he stops what he is doing and just… stares. Lúcio shudders and nervously stomps one of his hoofs. The motion makes his delicious cock bounce. Jesse is transfixed.