Reward for my Eternal Friend DarlinHanzo

McHanzo - oyabun Hanzo, younger Jesse; docking; boytoy - Hanzo wants to let off some steam before the day starts proper.

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“Pet. Come here.”

Hanzo frowns when nothing happens for a while, then pushes himself up in bed until his shoulders are braced by the pillows.

His boy is sitting on the floor, seemingly watching some TV and flat-out ignoring the oyabun of the Shimada-gumi. Other men would have been killed for less infractions, but, sadly, Jesse knows he can get away with… a lot.

“Pet!” Hanzo’s voice has taken on a certain sharpness, and Jesse’s round, muscled shoulders immediately pull up to his ears. “I said: Come here.”

Jesse sighs and turns away from the TV. For a short moment Hanzo can see some cartoon or anime flickering on the screen before Jesse shuts it off and comes crawling.

He behaves like a man much younger his age; as if he hadn’t been a trained – and quite skilled – hitman before Hanzo had taken a liking to this rugged, tall American and his big, ruddy dick.

Hanzo reaches for him with one hand, and Jesse takes it as he gets up from the floor and slides onto the bed. Hanzo greedily watches the young, virile body; muscles moving and shifting as he lets himself be navigated into the oyabun’s lap.

“Better. I was starting to suspect that my pet does not want to play anymore…”

Jesse grins roguish, his gaze boldly travelling Hanzo’s body, and staying at his chest, unashamedly staring at his pecs as he slowly rocks his hips, dragging the soft bulge of his dick against Hanzo’s sleepy erection.

“I always wanna play,” he drawls. It’s true, Hanzo supposes. He has never shown a sign of being disturbed by the liberal gray in Hanzo’s formerly jet black hair, or the creases that are deepening at the corner of his mouth and around his eyes.

He’s always so… enthusiastic about getting played with. A perfect boy toy.

That Jesse is an unrepentant slut just is a nice bonus, Hanzo supposes.

“Show me your cock,” he orders, and McCree, now obedient, moves to tuck the waistband of his sweatpants down, carefully hooking it beneath the heavy swell of his balls. He’s already starting to get interested, his big, dark cock fattening as he gently – lovingly – lifts his dick up with one of his big paws and shows it to Hanzo on the wide palm of his hand.

Hanzo hums, lazy lust coursing through him as he reaches for Jesse, pinching the loose slip of his foreskin between thumb and forefinger. He tugs on it, and Jesse sighs, angling his hips forward. Begging for more like Hanzo has to service him instead of the other way round.

Hanzo chuckles and lets go, instead tugging on Jesse’s sweatpants.

“Off. I want to play.”

Soon enough, Jesse is sitting astride him once again, this time deliciously naked as he watches Hanzo guide the tips of their cocks together with an almost worried expression on his face.

He whines, all high and boyish, when Hanzo manipulates his generous foreskin to slip across the tip of his own cock, but does not pull away. He’s trained well-enough by now to know when to keep still for his owner. Hanzo almost wishes they were back at the old days; when he used to come so ridiculously quick, just shooting his warm thick load at the smallest ministration.

It is something to ponder for another time, however, as he focuses on the feeling of Jesse’s warm, silky foreskin enveloping his own cock, their smooth, wet tips kissing carefully up against each other inside the tight sleeve.

Jesse is biting at one knuckle, his face flushed the same deep ruddy red as his cock as he stares down at what Hanzo is doing to him.

He rocks his hips in little, uneducated jerks, seemingly overwhelmed by the feeling, and only managing to fuck against the tip of Hanzo’s dick, making them slip against each other and bump until even Hanzo has to grit his teeth and throw his head back against the pillow.

“That’s it,” he rasps, “good pet. Just keep… ah… just keep it up… and I’ll fill your belly up nice and warm…”

He knows how wet and loose Jesse still has to be after Hanzo thoroughly used him just a few hours prior, and by the way his mouth goes slack, eyes becoming warm and dazed looking as he stares down between them, trying to put some measure of control in his jerky thrusts, he thinks that his pet really, really wants a load to fill his belly in the morning.

He can be such a good boy if he wants to be.