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Short, Fast and Loud
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He wasn’t sure how it happened.
One moment, Lucio was trying to sit as small as possible to stay out of Hanzos’ way and the next, he’s a writhing mess beneath the other man. This man, who, for the better part of two weeks, had come to help Genji make repairs to the house. Whenever Lucio came over, Hanzo was usually busy, nodding in passing for manners’ sake.
This day was no different but yet—.
“H-Hanzo,” Lucio tried around a helpless gasp, eyes barely focusing past the tongue laving at a nipple and the large, calloused hand around his dick. Hanzo hummed his acknowledgement around the hardened nub, drawing a guttural moan from the man beneath him.
Lucio kept meaning to push the other off him, but five of his fingers dug themselves into the golden skin and the other five gripped the arm of the sofa behind his head, feebly grounding himself to reality.
The sudden absence of mouth brought momentary clarity. Lucio tried to blink the blurry image of the living room ceiling into focus, only for it to bleed into a black veil at the sudden wet warmth around his cock.
But the surprised keen that tumbled from his lips seemed to dispel the delicious heat and snapped the room back into focus. Lucio turned a dark look to Hanzo through thick eyelashes and felt himself twitch and the unbridled want reflected in the heated eyes above.
Hanzo was standing then, beside the couch with a hand cupped around his own hardened length, straining against his work pants. He licked his lips, a smoldering gaze raking across Lucio’s disheveled form. He nodded toward the front door.
“Genji’s outside.”
The mention of his best friend spurred Lucio into a flurry of flustered movement. He fumbled to right himself, silently bemoaning the need to hide the struggling tent in his basketball shorts.
Finally fixed, he looked up…
And willfully ignored the disappointment coursing through him to find Hanzo long gone.
Also the rubbing of his sensitive head against the fabric of his pants.
Instead he turned what he hoped wasn’t a too-nervous smile toward the opening front door.
Kitchen Shenanigans
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His words died at the underside of the knife at his throat.
Lucio stood still, breath caught just above the blade, hoping that his racing pulse didn’t just grab the edge of the knife and finish the job.
“You,” the familiar husk of his lover’s voice slithered into his right ear, “are already dead.”
Hanzo stepped back with a raised eyebrow, lowering his blade hand and returning his attention to the cutting board. He reached over to the sink with his left for the dish rag and wiped the blade off before resuming his previous task.
“What the–,” Lucio breathed, brows furrowed and eyes wide. He eyed the blade critically, watching its point barely leave the cutting board as the rest of the blade ate into the cucumber.
“Your reaction time needs more work,” the archer hummed, working as if he hadn’t just tried to skewer his lover.
“Wh--. Reaction time?,” Lucio finally recovered, scowling. “We’re not on the battlefield, babe. Why should I have to expect you to gut me at any second?”
“Expect anyone to gut you at any second.”
Lucio scoffed and reached around Hanzo for the rolling pin he was about to ask for in the first place. A thought made him pause, but only long enough to blink. Just as quickly as he followed the impulse, he found himself flat on his back on the cheap linoleum, vision swimming.
Hanzo loomed above him with the rolling pin far out of his reach, blunt side of the knife at the DJ’s jugular.
“Any,” his lover rumbled with a smirk. “Second.”
Morning Brew
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“Morning,” the low rumble greeted Lucio from the doorway as Hanzo made a beeline for the tea kettle.
“Mornin,” Lucio hummed, chancing a glance up and accidentally choked on his coffee, some of his winding up in his nose.
Hanzo pat the younger man on his back, brows creased slightly with worry. “Are you alright?”
“Hanzo,” Lucio cleared his throat, coughing a little. “You’re…You…”
“I’m,” Hanzo drew out, tilting his head in confusion.
“You– what are you wearing?”
Hanzo down at the white tank he chose to cover himself with that morning, blinking and shaking his head at his lover before returning to his previous task.
“Do you not remember getting this for me for my birthday?”
He could hear Lucio turning around in his seat to look at him, practically feeling the skepticism and disbelief before hearing it in the next statement.
“But that was three months ago!”
“Well, honey ,” he fairly mocked light-heartedly, “it belongs to me now and I’m quite certain that I possess the ability to choose when I wear it, no?”
He set the kettle onto the stove and turned the dial for the heater below it before turning around and leaning against the counter and appraising the clearly flummoxed man. He found it hard to suppress the smirk that coiled around his lips. It was always a joy to be able to render the usually talkative man into a speechless ball of surprise.
He watched as Lucio worked his jaw and seemed to snap out of it, looking the other up and down, noting that Hanzo opted to slip into Lucio's favorite sleep sweats.
There was a quiet moment where he rose out of his seat, almost stalking toward Hanzo with a wild look in his eye, to slide a finger behind the waistband of the sweats and moving in for his morning kiss when the slam of the front door caught him off guard, Lucio jerked back and blinked owlishly at his lover.
“Bring your ass, Lucio,” Genji’s voice filtered into the kitchen. “We’re gonna be late if you don’t stop molesting my brother.”
The intruder-with-a-key slunk into the kitchen and snagged the toast off Lucio's plate and raided the fridge, downing some of the half gallon of milk straight from the bottle.
He shoved the bottle back into the fridge and swallowed the last of the toast, whipping back out of the kitchen, grabbing Lucio's wrist on his way, but not before Hanzo lobbed Lucio a sultry smirk as the latter was dragged to work.
Here to start off this ship >:)
Wrong Impressions - Rarepair Week Day 4
Title: Wrong Impressions
Pairing: Hancio
Word Count: 2158 Summary: Separation - Lucio is sent ahead of the team with Hanzo to do some recon which Lucio sees as the perfect chance to prove how capable he is to the unapproachable but handsome archer. A/N: See, I knew I’d fall behind again xD Un-edited, again, so apologize any errors, no matter how horrendous they might be, I’ll come back and fix it in time xD
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6 of 14! (#14 February Hearts) Maybe a radiant smile and some good music is what this cold man lacks ;3
my mood in the last week
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4 for Hancio!💕
I’m so sorry I’m this late. I’m–I have not been well and so here is something for 4: Kissing where it hurts. Hancio Edition.
He was awake. Aware.
Years of listening for dangerous would-be assassins kept his ears fine-tuned to his surroundings, even in the safest of places. And while there was nothing but the ticking of the bedroom clock and hum of the air conditioning…
Something woke him.
Hanzo kept himself prone, and his breathing even, reaching out with his available senses to find the disturbance. Behind him, he felt his lover shift. Once; twice; three times. Lucio moved around far too much for that to be the thing that went bump tonight.
And then he heard it.
The archer’s eyes snapped open and he rolled over, an arm already wrapping around Lucio’s waist to draw the man close.
“On,” he murmured. “Low light.”
His eyes quickly adjusted to the dim illumination, and he frowned. The headaches were back, it seemed, and fiercer than ever. Lucio was fighting to curl into himself, fingers digging into his scalp.
Then it came again, the struggle to hide agonized whimpers through bared teeth and near-labored breathing. Hanzo gently pried Lucio’s fingers from the tangle of locks, rubbing them as they loosened and thankful that they didn’t come away bloody this time.
“H-Han—.”
“Shh,” he whispered, threading his fingers through his lover’s. He slipped his other arm under Lucio’s neck and reached over to move errant locks out of the way. He laid a feather light kiss onto the copper augment—barely visible on skin of the same color—affixed to Lucio’s temple. It was hot, almost burning, to the touch.
Hanzo’s expression darkened. Tomorrow they would meet with Mercy.
Here please take these Hanzo headcanons because sometimes I just gets overwhelmed with love for him
He requires reading glasses, he pushes them up into his hair and tends to forget they’re there
Doesn’t really notice when he’s cold. Others usually have to haul him back inside when he starts physically shaking from the cold - he’ll stubbornly insist it’s ‘not even below freezing’
A decent cook though it often doesn’t show due to him careing a lot more about nutritional value than looks and taste
He is the most stylish person, his style is traditional, refined and expensive
However, he’s weak to anything with some sort of dragon motif slapped on, even if it otherwise doesn’t live up to his usual standards
Him and Genji have a way of just ... understanding each other. It’s close to impossible for either of them to keep secrets from the other - their past may be deeply troubled, but they’re somehow still very much on the same wavelength
Very particular about how and when he likes to be touched
Incredibly competitive. He has to be the best, no matter the competition or opponent
He’s surprisingly funny and very quick witted - the stern delivery just causes many of the jokes to fall flat
He’s the worst teacher. His archery and his hand to hand combat is so deeply ingrained in him it’s mostly reflexes at this point. The only tips you’ll get out of him is increasingly exasperated ‘you just have to feel it’-s
Really, really good at doing math in his head for some reason
Rarely - if ever - fidgeting. His body language is incredibly controlled. He starts biting the inside of a cheek if he’s under heavy stress, but other than that he’s scarily stoic
He looks like his mom. Genji is the spitting image of their dad, but Hanzo’s always sounded like Sojiro and looked exactly like their mother
THIS!
Petetion to make this Lucio’s new ultimate.
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