Extension of March 2019 Drabble #1

“What’s that now?” Baptiste asks like he has no idea Hanzo is a prissy bitch at best and a little tyran at worst. He readjusts McCree’s hairy shins about to slide from his shoulders and drags a calming hand along his thigh when McCree wheezes and mildly wiggles from being close to coming but kept just on edge with Baptist’s cock spreading him almost unbearably wide.

Hanzo turns his head, the glare he throws him absolutely withering, though its effect is diminished by the fact that his cheek is smashed against the bedding while he keeps his ass spread with both hands, pretty peach pink cunt on display.

“Why are you asking like a moron?” he hisses. “Get over here and fuck me.”

Baptiste hums. He makes a show out of letting his gaze trail along Hanzo’s body, lingering on the pretty hole offered to him. It is hairless and glistening wet, the muscle a bit swollen and pouting from having been stretched around Baptiste’s fingers a bit earlier.

He notices how Hanzo begins flushing, his toes curling as he tries to wrestle down his obvious embarrassment.

“But I have a nice warm hole already, as you can see. Jesse is a good boy and I don’t think he would like it very much if I were to just leave him now with his poor cock all hard and weeping…”

He reaches out, hand trailing along Jesse’s hairy, slightly soft chest until he can pinch one of his lovely, dark nipples between his fingers just to prove a point.

Jesse groans, voice deep and ragged, and his hole squeezes down on Baptiste – beautifully wet and warm and cushioning.

Hanzo’s mouth opens slowly, but no sound comes out. His lips are just as wet and pink as his hole, Baptiste realizes.

“But…” Hanzo seems to be struggling with the fact that he’s not getting dicked down right now. Baptiste wonders if he’s ever been told no by any of the unfortunate cocks that he’s lured into his trap. He can easily imagine a parade of faceless man of which he is just the latest toy. A worker to satisfy Hanzo just how he likes and when he likes it while he lies there and enjoys the ride. Hanzo swallows. One of his hands inches over, his fingertip slipping into the gentle gape of his hole, half playing with himself, half showing off how pretty he is. “But I want you now.”

He sounds like a spoiled brat and not like an almost forty year old man, but that’s what you get when you are pretty and know how to utilize it.

Jesse, being a good boy, remains quiet the whole time, though his breathing is heavy and his insides are trembling around Baptiste.

He’s so different to Hanzo; big and soft and hairy all over. He’s a rugged kind of handsome to Hanzo’s sculpted beauty, and while he definitely is lazy and prefers being fucked into a nice doze, he is not as insufferable as his counterpart.

Baptiste tsks at Hanzo and finally wrenches his eyes from the sight of the archer hooking his finger into his own cunt and gently pulling at the plump muscle to let him have a look inside. He’s being lewd just to try and get his way, and Baptiste is not an idiot.

“Tough luck,” he hums and turns back towards Jesse. While Hanzo sputters through his self-righteous indignation, Baptiste reaches for McCree’s cock and squeezes it lovingly in his fist.

Jesse wheezes again, his head angling back, showing off his ruddy throat as his cock pulses and kicks in Baptiste’s gentle but firm grip.

McCree has a nice cock; a beer can dick that is especially fat around the middle, blood hot and tasty looking enough to make Baptiste wonder how it would be to try and sit on it. While he is not one to bottom often, he definitely can appreciate the beauty of a nice cock, and Jesse McCree’s cock is very nice.

It’s probably one of the reasons why he’s more used to topping, though Baptiste is happy he’s pursued the cowboy as doggedly as he has.

Jesse is a beauty, especially when speared on a dick. It gets him all stupid and dopey within moments, babbling and grabbing at Baptiste’s pecs that very first time, his gentle brown eyes big as if surprised by how nice it can be to get his hairy cunt stretched out and filled.

He’s a good boy. A lazy one, now that he’s somewhat gotten used to Baptiste and the way he tends to spoil his boys, but definitely a good one.

He does put in a bit of effort now that his dick is in Baptiste’s hand, fucking up into it and therefore also fucking himself back down on the cock in his belly, and Baptiste purrs praise at him while Hanzo stews off to the side, apparently shocked silent after the revelation that a pedigree breed like himself is being put behind the mutt that is McCree.

Baptiste fucks him without hurry, but he’s playing with Jesse’s dick, tugging on his foreskin and pressing a blunt fingernail against his piss slit, and it is enough to get McCree to come faster than usual, growling so deep in his chest that his slightly soft pecs jiggle as he tenses all over and pulses out thick strings of cum.

Even his orgasm looks slow and decadent. It makes Baptiste smile, albeit a little strained as he grits his teeth and rides out the warm, wet clench around his own cock, his balls almost aching with his need to fill Jesse up good and watch his cum drip from the loose, sloppy mess of his hairy hole.

He’s still got another boy to tend to, though – and while it would probably be good for Hanzo to be left unsatisfied, Baptiste does intent to breed him up one way or another tonight… and maybe finally teach him that he’s not a mindless dick that’s there solely for his amusement.

He pulls out with a soft his, slowly, his hands petting along Jesse’s thighs the whole time. Jesse rumbles contentedly. His eyes are heavy and sleepy looking but he’s already twisting and reaching for one of his cigars to the side. He’s apparently just as eager to watch the happenings unfold – he’s probably sensing that tonight will be a bit different.

Baptiste is too happy to let him watch, as he finally turns towards Hanzo who is staring daggers into him.

.o.

“Oh no you don’t,” Baptiste laughs, playful, one hand on the back of Hanzo’s head, the other holding his cock to smear across the archer’s lips and leave them shiny and sticky with pre-cum.

Hanzo had tried to squirm away, face indignant and stormy as he stares up at Baptiste. He had not expected the rough treatment, not after being serviced by his favorite cock for so long, and it shows. Baptiste had been easily able to overpower him, sitting on his chest, shins making sure his shoulders are pinned down.

His thighs are clenched around Hanzo’s head; tight enough to make him feel a bit suffocated, but not enough to actually hurt.

He somewhat relaxes his grip in Hanzo’s hair and rubs his fingertips along his skull.

“Be a good boy and open up.”

“You have fucked Jesse,” Hanzo hisses, nostrils flaring. His face is flushing a darker shade of red as Baptiste’s voice drops a bit lower and he purrs: “That I did.”

He nudges forward, trying to push between Hanzo’s lips, but the archer remains struggling. He looks a bit hectic now, his eyes flicking over to where he knows Jesse is lounging as he puffs his cigar and watches them, hole wet and stretched from getting Baptiste’s cock.

He can’t see him like this of course, with Baptiste’s thighs around his ears, but he is a perceptive little cockslut.

“Are you shy?” Baptiste murmurs, a distinct note of mirth in his voice. He stops trying to nudge his way into Hanzo’s mouth and instead gets his mustache tacky. Lets him smell his dick and feel the stickiness against his sharp cheekbones. “No need for that. Jesse already knows you are a slut for dick. He is, too, you know. It’s why you two are so cute. I love fucking you.”

Hanzo looks unsure. He squirms, his flush quickly crawling down his throat.

“Come on. You’ll have to be nice to me so I can be nice to you…”

Hanzo keeps squirming, his face contorting interestingly as he tries to figure out how to do what he so obviously wants – sucking Baptiste’s cock after he used it to drill McCree into the mattress – while also keeping his face.

Baptiste ends up fucking his throat, warm and clenching and wet while Hanzo looks furiously angry. He laughs at him. He’s never met a bitch as ridiculous as Hanzo Shimada, but it is a beginning, he supposes as he feels Hanzo’s silky tongue try so very hard to sneak beneath his foreskin, so at odds with the way he is frowning and slanting his gaze to the side.

Little pillow princess will have to learn that it’s not always just about him.