2nd Drabble of February 2019

Hanzo’s hair is just long enough to get a good grip on with Roadhog’s huge hand, and he makes good work of it.

The others suspect that he likes the silky texture of it, but they can’t be really sure – he wouldn’t answer if they asked. It’s true, though, that he certainly likes touching it; curling it around his fat fingers and gripping it tight until Hanzo’s face shortly distorts, then goes very soft and blank with how much he’s into the pain of it.

The others can throw him around some as well, but it just wouldn’t have the same effect. The only one close enough to Roadhog’s brute strength is Reinhardt, and the old man is way too soft – he wouldn’t be able to pull of the kind of ruthless ignorance that Roadhog just naturally exudes.

So when Hanzo really needs to feel insignificant and overpowered – and, most importantly, like he doesn’t matter one lick – they let Mako play with him.

Mako does not care about his audience. He does not care whether someone walks out of the room or another busts in in the middle of him playing with Hanzo. 

They’re not even sure he cares much about Hanzo at all or whether it is just his hair that he is interested in, coupled with the warm, receptive holes that their resident plaything provides.

It does not matter much, in the end.

Hanzo sure doesn’t care; he gets starry eyed and quiet when Mako enters a room, his face going lax as soon as he is being thrown around a bit. He likes getting dragged around by his hair, his arms bound behind him with the heavy chain of Mako’s hook.

He likes the pain that comes from his hair being pulled this way and that with barely any reprieve as Mako uses his mouth and throat like a toy to jerk his fat cock off.

He likes it even more when Mako drags him even closer and suffocates him in the smell of his crotch while he fucks the silky, greying hair in his fist.

When he’s treated like some kind of fuck doll he does not need much at all to get him off, which is all for the better; Mako sure doesn’t care about Hanzo’s pleasure. All he cares about is fucking into the silky, thick hair and leaving it tacky with his cum, sticking and drying quickly and promising to be a right nuisance when he has to get it back out somehow.

Sometimes, Mako’s cock will slip from the dark slick mess and drag across Hanzo’s face, bumping into his temples or pushing against his cheeks or the side of his nose. Hanzo’s mouth will drop open automatically, seeking and warm, hoping against hope that Mako will slide in and drag across his tongue.

Mako never will; not when he’s started fucking Hanzo’s hair and getting it dirty with his excitement.

Mako’s fixation sure is… inspiring, however. It starts to make the others wonder what it is about Hanzo’s thick, dark hair that has him so enamored.

Maybe they should find out for themselves...