1st Drabble of April 2019

Hanzo sits down on Reinhardt’s lap, round little ass thrust out to show it off to the old soldier, and his heart squeezes painfully in his chest.

Hanzo could be his grandson. Maybe even his great grandson. This isn’t right. He’s never felt more like a dirty old pervert; and when he gently puts his big hands on the young thing’s hip, trying to gently but firmly urge him off again, Hanzo’s mean little fingers dig into his knees and stop him like a kitten that doesn’t want to be pried off.

“Y-Young… Young Master,” Reinhardt tries, voice hushed in the face of Hanzo scooting himself back until that round little ass is nestled right against Reinhardt’s crotch; grinding down without mercy against his old dumb cock who doesn’t know better than to sleepily stir.

Hanzo lets himself fall back against Reinhardt’s broad chest. He’s a sturdy little thing himself but he has no concept of his own strength when Reinhardt is involved, it seems. He will dither and squirm around him, looking at him with bedroom eyes that are positively obscene, and Reinhardt can do,nothing about it because he’s been assigned to protect the little… hussy, and Reinhardt is nothing if not diligent on his job.

“Young Master,” he tries again, voice strained, hand clamping down on Hanzo’s hip to try and dissuade him from further grinding against him. The maneuver only manages to make Hanzo’s little shorts slip down somewhat, revealing the sharp edge of a naked hip bone and the very first black downs of his pubes.

Reinhardt’s heart leaps in his chest when he realizes the slut isn’t wearing any underwear. He’s frozen to the spot, staring, and Hanzo, eager to show off, reaches down to help things along.

He puts his tiny hand on Reinhardt’s huge one, urging him to push down some more until the base of his rosy little dick is in view, nestled in his dark hair.

Reinhardt’s cock leaps at the sight and humiliation flushes through him as sure as Hanzo’s face breaks out in a huge smile when he feels the knock against his little ass.

Encouraged, he eagerly starts and tries to wriggle out of his tiny little pants. Reinhardt hurries to capture his hands, holding them in his like small birds that he captured, his cheeks a harried red and his one good eye looking sternly at the… The kid.

“No!” he reiterates firmly, and Hanzo, the little shit, pretends like he doesn’t understand – like Reinhardt hasn’t witnessed his perfect, fluent English – and cocks his head like a little puppy, trilling something lilting and questioning at Reinhardt that has his blood pressure sky rocket.

The nerve of this little whore.

He swallows hard, keeping Hanzo’s hands in his as he stares at him intently: “I am too old for a pretty little thing like you, young Master. Why don’t you search for someone more… suitable?”

Hanzo’s face crumples at that into something more annoyed and angry.

Oh, the he doesn’t like that suggestion one bit.