ah I was the anon who asked "how many times Genji can milk both Hanzo and Cole in a day?". I just wanna ask if a full fic of both of them just going ham at Genji then writing marks on hin indicating hoow many times they just came in/at him.
Welcome back, Anon, and thanks very much for both the question and the request!!
I decided to combine this with my No Nut November Shimadacest headcanon and request. I hope you don't mind, but I figured it would help these guys out to build up a little before this little project.
Thanks again!!! Genji having a milking marathon with Cole and Hanzo, coming right up under the Read More!
It's happened.
It's finally happened.
Genji has completed No Nut November.
Thirty days of blue balls. Thirty days of watching Hanzo’s pecs bounce on the treadmill in the gym. Thirty evenings of Cole’s hairy skin pressed against his as he lay sprawled across Genji and Hanzo’s laps at the end of each day as they watched TV or read or simply talked. Thirty increasingly sleepless nights spent sandwiched between the two perfect men, feeling their breaths ruffle his hair, each and every one of their exhalations sending a drip of precum sliding out of his painful, straining erection.
But he's done it.
For the first time in twenty years, he's done it.
Hanzo and Cole were so proud of him last night. They've been abstaining, too, of course, so they've been avoiding mentioning or discussing anything the least bit sexual among themselves in an effort to help him get through the month, but they're not made of stone. They're also carrying around near-perpetual boners at this point, and last night the brimming, close to overflowing sexual energy was palpable.
Cole even sat up rather than feel Hanzo and Genji’s dicks poking into him all evening, as though he was afraid one wrong move might set them…or himself…right off.
It's been difficult.
Now, however, Genji is going to make it worth it.
But, interestingly, while Genji has missed cumming…
…he's missed cum a lot more.
Now there’s thirty days of backlog to milk out of his boyfriends’ balls, and he's going to have all of it.
All of it.
Genji wakes up bright and early on December first, and the first thing he’s aware of, the first thing he’s been aware of for three weeks, are the erections prodding against his stomach and his buttocks, Hanzo snuggled up behind and Cole hugging Genji’s head to his chest.
It’s warm and safe and utterly, utterly domestic, so he takes a few moments…which turn into a few minutes…to savor everything that he and his boyfriends have built together.
Then he very, very carefully extricates himself from their double embrace, and, bless them, but when his warmth has disappeared, they both shift forward searchingly, and embrace each other, with Cole’s head tucked under Hanzo’s chin, and Genji scrambles as quickly and quietly as possible to grab his phone and take a few pictures, because the sight is just too perfect for his mind’s eye alone.
Then he tears himself away.
Hanzo laughingly but wisely asked Winston to give them all the day off once it became apparent that the grand event was likely. His older brother doesn’t expect to spend the entire day in bed, though. He expects to wake up with his cock hard and leaking alongside Cole’s in Genji’s mouth or ass, and, after a mindblowing orgasm, he expects to spend the morning training, the afternoon taking care of errands and small tasks that have gone by the wayside for whatever reason, and then the evening in their quarters for an encore.
He’s not wrong.
But Genji’s got slightly more grandiose plans.
Starting with breakfast.
His boyfriends like things simple, and they both like fried eggs, which makes Genji’s job easy indeed: two fried eggs over a bowl of rice for his brother, two fried eggs over two slices of toast for his cowboy.
He keeps things even simpler: a bowl of chocolate puffs with milk waiting on the side, because he’s an adult now and nobody can tell him what to do. The milk is on the side, though, because it will be a little bit before any of them sit down at the table, and longer still before Genji does.
The table set and ready in the little kitchenette-slash-living room of their quarters, he returns to the bedroom and crawls under the sheets…from the foot of the bed.
Hanzo and Cole’s cocks are snuggled together as tenderly and cutely as their owners, and Genji licks his lips at the sight of them in the dim light even as it touches his heart a little.
Then he snuggles his face against them, feeling the smooth, shaved skin of Hanzo and the trimmed yet hirsute skin of Cole, and he inhales the mixture of their scents deeply into his lungs.
After a month, he could nearly cum from this alone.
But now that he’s here, at the end of the road, and the suspense of will he or won’t he have enough willpower for the first time in twenty years, and will he trip right at the finish line as the end of the month drew nearer and nearer…all of that is gone and finished, and only bonedeep satisfaction and pride remain, and, most interestingly, Genji’s definitely as hard as a rock and dripping like a faucet, but he has a firm and complete control over his body that he’s never really experienced before, like a steel pressure cooker that’s flexing and bulging from the boiling liquid within but in no danger of bursting or exploding until he himself pushes the release button.
So it’s surprisingly easy to remain in place, his nose buried right under his boyfriends’ shafts up against their ballsacks, and simply breathe.
The pressure builds within him, but he is more than equal to it, and the need within him sharpens every sense, so that Genji can smell every note of aroma, can feel the pulse of his lovers through their skin. It’s incredible.
He has no idea how long he lies there, lost in the heady, musky atmosphere, before he hears a deep chuckle.
“At long last,” Hanzo murmurs, and Genji all but purrs when his thick fingers reach down to stroke through his green hair. “I am so proud of you, Genji. You’ve wanted this for a long time. Congratulations.”
“Thank you, brother,” Genji whispers back, his lips moving against the soft skin of Hanzo’s testicles. “It’s been a long time coming.”
Hanzo shivers under every syllable, but his self-control has always been legendary, and his fingers never falter as they comb through Genji’s hair, lightly scratching his blunt nails against Genji’s scalp. Genji simultaneously relaxes and winds up, his cock jumping and clamoring for attention, but every other muscle loosening under his brother’s gentle touch.
“Hey, there, darlings,” Cole says with a voice thick with sleep. “Today’s the day, huh?” Genji feels him shift as he begins to peck slow, light kisses across Hanzo’s face. “Couldn’t come soon enough, I tell you what.”
Genji chuckles, and Cole hisses at the feel of Genji’s thin, stylized beard rubbing against his sensitive, hairy skin. “We’re only waiting for you, cowboy. Hurry up and wake up and I’ll get started.”
“With a promise like that,” Cole says, sounding much more awake. “But wait…you’ll get started?”
“Yep,” Genji replies cheerfully. “You two have to serve me, remember?”
“Oh yeah,” Cole says thoughtfully. “Well, dang, then how long are you gonna torture us, then?”
“Oh, ye of little faith.”
Genji rises and throws the blanket off the bed, exposing Hanzo and Cole’s glorious musculature and ink to his hungry eyes. Hanzo has been toying with finally finishing his tattoo, but in the meantime, Cole has been busy, getting desert roses intermingled with cherry blossoms across his clavicles. They look up at him with such love and horny ardor that Genji nearly cums right there, but no, not yet.
Not for a few hours more.
Hanzo and Cole, on the other hand…
He takes hold of their limbs with strong, purposeful hands and wrestles them into position, and their eyebrows shoot up and their lips part in surprise when they realize what he’s up to.
Soon they’re lying with their hips and throbbing, thick cocks flush against each other, Genji straddling them both.
Their cocks are so wet and shiny that Genji scarcely believes he really needs to be standing here, hunched over slightly, his fingers working his long disused entrance open, his own cock dripping onto his boyfriends as he makes the slipping, popping noises as loud and obscene as possible, until Hanzo and Cole are panting from the sound and sight alone, their fingers clutching the bedsheets to keep themselves from doing something drastic.
Then all three of them sigh in unison when Genji squats.
Then they moan when Genji feels two blunt cockheads press against his hole.
The pair squirm against each other for a few moments, slick and slippery, until together they spear through Genji’s rim, and for the first time in weeks, Genji feels completion creeping into his body as he breathes slow and deep and sinks onto the two rods of his lovers, crying out when they squeeze past his neglected prostate, until he has them fully seated in his soft, tight, intense heat.
“Genji,” Hanzo pants.
“Genji,” Cole breathes, and the timber and tone of their voices, overlaid with such need, is music to Genji’s ears.
He begins to rise up and lower down, his own dick bouncing with each motion and throwing off thick droplets of precum, and the two men below him absolutely lose. Their. Minds.
“Yes! Yes! Oh, Genji! Oh, my sweet, wonderful Genji! Fuck yourself on us! Milk us dry! Yes! Yes!” they babble, their words piling on top of each other in the midst of wordless yells and gasps, and it’s so, so good to hear their lust again. Absolutely wonderful.
Hanzo is the first to seize up and let out a groaning shout, and from the look on Cole’s face, he nearly has heart failure at the feeling of Hanzo’s cock, pressed so impossibly close to his, spurting out a veritable flood of hot, molten semen that immediately coats both of them, instantly making Genji’s interior even slicker and hotter and more perfect than ever.
It takes only a few more thrusts for Cole to unleash his own wordless yell and his own endless torrent, and Genji buries them inside himself to the hilt as they pulse within him and writhe underneath him, an absolutely sublime picture.
Slowly, slowly, they go still but for their heaving chests and shivering muscles, each feeling the other twitch under the gentle caress of Genji’s body and the sensation of the heat of their essence melding into Genji’s own heat, the three of them coming together once more in the most intimate, wonderful way they know how.
Then, Cole chuckles. “Alright,” he growls, trying to sit up, his eyes set on Genji’s weeping erection.
“No.”
The imperious and cold tone surprises both his lovers. They freeze underneath him and look up at him with something bordering concern, but Genji smiles.
He slowly dismounts, sighing as they pop out of his puffy red rim, and then he crawls onto all fours and sticks his ass into the air, his dick swinging beneath him, heavy and straining. “Clean me up,” he orders, “but don’t you dare touch my dick.”
Hanzo and Cole look at each other, but they don’t question Genji’s order or the fact that he’s picked a strange angle that places his head near the bedside table. Instead, they obey, turning over and crawling to mash their faces together as they plunge together into the valley between Genji’s asscheeks.
Genji shudders under the assault of their soft tongues and rough facial hair rubbing with such delicious friction against the sheltered skin as they seek out every drop of cum leaking out from his oversensitive hole as it tries in vain to wink closed after being stretched so far. They don’t allow any of it to drip onto the sheets to join the almost soaked patches of Genji’s precum as he continues to leak freely, his foreskin fully rolled back and his cockhead dark purple.
“Genji,” Hanzo murmurs right up against his hole. “Genji, you need us so badly. Let us take care of you, brother.”
“No,” comes the unexpected reply. “But what you can do…”
Genji reaches over to the bedside table and retrieves a felt-tip permanent marker and holds it behind himself.
“...is write down two marks.”
There is a short, stunned silence, then Cole, chuckling the entire time, accepts the marker and writes two lines on Genji’s left asscheek. “Does this mean…?” he asks as he clicks the cap back on.
“I’m all nice and clean now,” Genji cuts him off. “Time for breakfast! It’s ice cold by now because of you sleepyheads, but let’s get the day started.”
And he rolls away from Hanzo and Cole and off the edge of the bed and stands, grinning down at their bemused expressions before he grabs the marker and walks away, making sure to sway his hips as invitingly as possible.
They follow like dopey puppies, and they exclaim at the meal awaiting them, and they sit down with words of thanks and wonder…that get cut off when Genji kneels and then shuffles under the table.
Underneath, their legs spread automatically and their cocks chub up, but it’s still a little too soon for another full erection. Genji doesn’t mind.
Hanzo always recovers first, though, so he’s the first to sigh dreamily at the feel of Genji’s wet mouth engulfing him. He doesn’t leave Cole out in the cold, though; he wraps his fingers gently around his half-erection as he suckles and licks at Hanzo’s, and both men moan above him.
“How are we supposed to eat under these conditions?” Hanzo asks, only half-seriously. “I’m going to choke and die.”
“Better choke him first then, I’d say,” comes Cole’s mischievous answer, making Hanzo laugh.
They set about trying to eat because they know that’s the scenario Genji wants and they do their best to deliver.
Genji can forgive them for getting distracted, though. When Hanzo’s penis finally swells to its full length, the spongy cockhead emerging to bump against Genji’s soft palate and leaking anew, it’s another minute or two at least before his older brother remembers to start eating again.
Meanwhile, Cole is still soft under Genji’s fingers, his head hooded under his foreskin, but that’s just fine. Genji loves the feel of him hard or soft, and his balls are equally hefty and loose in their sack either way as Genji cups them and rolls them gently around.
Hanzo then gulps down a mouthful of food and lets his chopsticks clatter on the table as he mutters “Finally,” and pushes away from the table, making Genji follow, regretfully letting go of Cole in the process. His brother’s eyes are burning as he watches Genji bob up and down on his dick before letting him pop out and lick up and down the wet length and tongue at his balls.
Then he grunts and lets his head fall back, and that’s all the warning Genji gets before Hanzo unleashes spurt after spurt of thick, white cum all across his face.
Genji opens his mouth wide, but he’s content to let the majority of it wildly miss the mark and paint his cheeks, beard, and hair.
Hanzo breathes heavily above him, shifting in his seat, until the last weak spurt dribbles down the underside of his cock, and he jumps a little when Genji dives in to lick it off his balls.
“Genji,” Hanzo murmurs. “You are magnificent. Won’t you let me…”
“Brother,” Genji interrupts again. He holds out the marker.
Hanzo takes it with a confused look.
Genji grins up at him. “On the cheek, please.”
Hanzo flushes deep red.
With a trembling hand, he draws a single line delicately on Genji’s left cheek.
“I think,” Cole whispers, watching them both breathlessly, “that I know how today’s gonna go.”
“Do you?” Genji says with a smirk. “Good. Off to the shooting range, now, brother. I may drop in on you to see how you’re doing later.”
Hanzo is a little too boneless to get up right then and there, but that’s not a problem. It means he gets to watch his little brother, his face still covered with his cum, shuffle over to Cole and begin working him back to full hardness with his lips and tongue instead of his fingers, with near-immediate effect, especially when the familiar but long-missed odor of Hanzo’s cum wafts up into Cole’s face, making him sigh fondly and thrust shallowly into Genji’s mouth, his breakfast half-eaten and temporarily forgotten.
Hanzo stays long enough to watch Cole sweat and mutter and tense and listen to Genji slurp and suckle and lick until Cole gasps, his eyes rolling back, and Genji grins triumphantly as he sits back a little to let his cum splash across his face to join Hanzo’s.
The only dry place on his face now is right next to the tally mark on his cheek, and Cole dutifully writes another one alongside it.
“Can’t wait,” he murmurs, stroking along Genji’s bearded jawline, smearing semen the entire way. “Can’t wait.”
Genji smiles. “See you around, cowboy.”
Then he scurries out from under the table, plunks himself into his chair, and cheerfully pours milk over his cereal, and both his boyfriends chuckle as Hanzo stands to leave and Cole tucks back into his ice-cold breakfast, all smiles.
Cole’s surmise is entirely correct.
As soon as Genji finishes eating, he cheerfully waves goodbye to Cole and heads out to find Hanzo.
He’s still covered in cum.
That’s no problem for a cyborg ninja, though. He remains out of sight of the Watchpoint’s other denizens, though, when he happens upon Soldier: 76 in the hallways and has to sneak around him, he hears him sniff suspiciously at the air, undoubtedly at the scent that’s trailing behind Genji with every step he takes, but Genji leaves the old man behind none-the-wiser.
He heads for the shooting range, a pulse of giddy, exhibitionist glee shooting through him.
Then he slips into the range, and he stops for a moment to admire the tableau of martial beauty and precision before him: Hanzo stands proud and tall as he breathes slowly and evenly and lets arrow after arrow fly from his bow to split its immediate predecessor neatly in two in the exact bull’s-eye.
His big brother is incredible, Genji thinks dreamily.
Then Hanzo takes in a deep, deep breath, and Genji knows the aroma of sex, the mark that Hanzo and Cole have left on Genji’s skin, has wafted over to him.
But his big brother knows exactly how to please Genji. He continues to breathe deep, but otherwise he keeps firing, even as Genji sidles up to him…
…kneels down…
…and shuffles around him to nuzzle at the bulge in Hanzo’s trousers, even as Hanzo nocks and aims and lets an arrow fly above him.
Hanzo doesn’t falter when Genji tugs his trousers down to free and swallow down his cock once again, but Genji can tell it’s a close thing.
Then he stops paying attention altogether to bows and arrows and focuses entirely on his brother’s delicious cock on his tongue.
He does try not to jostle Hanzo in any way as he licks and swallows up his salty taste, because he’s just naturally accommodating.
Hanzo, red-faced, sweating, taking in a sharp breath whenever Genji brushes the tip of his tip against the base of his shaft right above his balls, manages to score one last bull’s-eye before he squeezes his eyes shut and hunches forward ever-so-slightly as he releases another torrent onto Genji’s waiting tongue.
Genji has an openmouthed grin when Hanzo opens his eyes again, his tongue stuck out to display just how much spunk Hanzo had in him despite this being the third time he’s cum in less than an hour.
Then he swallows and raises the marker.
Hanzo laughs softly, but he deftly draws another mark on Genji’s cheek.
Hanzo will be training for at least another two hours, which is fine with Genji. He’ll know where to find his brother after he’s done with Cole.
The cowboy is in Winston’s lab, sitting in front of Winston’s desk with his feet propped up on it. He sniffs at the air and does a double take when Genji comes up, looking around the huge empty room and even out the huge window before them.
“Genji!” he whispers, eyes wide. “Winston went out to talk real quick with Tracer, but he’ll be back any minute!”
“Better make this quick, then,” Genji replies, waggling his eyebrows. “That’s what you get for getting roped into work on your day off.”
Cole rolls his eyes. “I ain’t working. I’m checking in with Winston about your birthday party next month. The one he’s gonna cancel when he finds you…finds you…mmm…”
Genji has crawled underneath the bridge of Cole’s legs and then, forcing them apart but leaving his feet on Winston's desk, has straightened up on his knees, unzipped the cowboy’s jeans, freed his erection, and begun nursing right on the cockhead.
Cole doesn't have much to say after that, particularly when Genji starts pumping his shaft with his hands while laving at his cockhead and slit.
He does groan a lot, though. Winston would have heard him long before he saw Genji if he returned through the doors downstairs, but he doesn't, so it's fine.
Soon enough, Cole lets out a short, strangled yell and Genji has a mouthful of tart, bitter semen to swallow down. He holds it on his tongue and savors it while Cole draws another mark on his cheek before he ducks back under Cole’s legs.
"Gotta start adding to the tally on your other cheek," Cole calls after him as he hurries away.
"What do you think I'm going to go do right now?"
And, indeed, when he returns to the shooting range, Hanzo is sitting on a bench, taking a short break, and he chuckles when Genji tugs his trousers down around his ankles…then gasps when Genji clambers into his lap and sinks down in a precision strike right onto his dick.
Hanzo is a lot quieter than Cole, but his pants and hisses and the slap of his skin against Genji’s still echo through the room as he spears into Genji’s welcoming, silken interior and into his own lubricating essence, and Cole's, of course.
He hugs Genji tight and grinds his little brother’s body down onto his cock when he comes, breathing hard between Genji’s pecs as he does so, shuddering from head to toe.
He feels so good pressed up against him like this that Genji can’t help but lay a kiss on the crown of his head, smiling when Hanzo lets out a small gasp at the tender gesture.
Then Genji climbs off of him, turns around, plants his feet shoulder-width apart, then bends forward until he is grinning at Hanzo between his own legs, and holds out the marker.
Hanzo looks both exasperated and fond of how quickly Genji can switch from tender to lewd and back again, but he dutifully marks down another line, trailing his fingertips down Genji’s thigh at the same time.
Then Genji straightens up, blows a kiss to his brother, and marches out, clenching hard to keep from leaking too much.
Cole has finished up his business with Winston and is now standing in the rec room. Genji has to wait, hidden in the shadows, for Reinhardt to finish up a boisterous tale before the giant man suddenly realizes he is late for an armor calibration with Brigitte and hurries out.
Cole shakes his head smilingly at Reinhardt’s back and turns around and starts when he finds Genji on all fours on the floor, his ass sticking up in the air, his hole wet and winking.
"Jesus," Cole mutters fervently as he unbuckles his belt and sinks to his knees. "It's good to have your kinky ass back."
"Less talk, more fuck, Cole," Genji replies, but Cole is an excellent boyfriend and is already sinking into him before he finishes the sentence.
Then he pounds into him right there on the rec room floor, with the doors to the hallway left wide open for anyone to walk through, and the thought of that, how wanton, how obscene it is, is the closest Genji gets to releasing his own boiling load all over the rec room floor, but he manages to hold off. Barely.
The rest of the day is heavenly.
Genji crosses back and forth, sneaking his way from Hanzo to Cole and back again, and his boyfriends, despite having such a backlog, are shooting largely dry orgasms by lunchtime, plus Genji’s hole is loose and leaking and his jaw aching, but Genji has a solution for all three problems.
Hanzo groans when, instead of slipping inside Genji’s sloppy hole for the tenth time, his cock goes between Genji’s slick, slippery, tight, muscular legs, and since they're on the rooftop overlooking the sea, only a particularly sharp-eyed and horny sailor on the container ship passing by might see Hanzo shivering and jolting on the ground, under Genji and between his thighs, as Cole watches in rapt attention, their lunch laying to one side.
"There’s room for one more, cowboy," Genji admonishes with a raised eyebrow, and soon Hanzo and Cole’s dicks are slipping and sliding against each other for the second time that day.
This has the added benefit that Hanzo and Cole can coat each other with hot spunk, because Genji’s thighs can relax and tighten and rub and squeeze together so sweetly and deliciously that they draw upon an hitherto inaccessible well deep within his lovers.
And Genji just knows there's more where that came from.
And indeed, Hanzo squirts two more loads, one onto the ground in the garden where he meditates after lunch and the other onto the workout bench in the gym.
Cole also has two more loads, but he insists on grunting lowly and withdrawing from Genji’s tight embrace to splatter his cum across Genji’s stomach in the pantry and his back in the utility closet.
There are plenty more dry orgasms besides, because Genji’s mouth and asshole bounce back fairly quickly.
Finally, as the sun sets and fills the Watchpoint with a deep red-orange glow, Cole and Hanzo return to their quarters to find Genji on all fours beneath the table, and steak and baked potatoes and romantic, lit candles on top.
Hanzo and Cole enjoy the excellent dinner while Genji, finally conceding that he’s gotten everything his lovers can offer, merely warms Cole’s cock in his mouth and Hanzo’s cock in his ass, comfortably and wonderfully full as he listens to them talk and laugh above him through a haze of scintillating scents and flavors drifting through his immense satisfaction.
Then Hanzo and Cole disengage, draw Genji out from under the table, and all but bodily carry him into their bedroom and deposit him on his back on their bed.
Cole taps the tally marks on both his cheeks. "Eighteen."
Hanzo taps the tally marks on both his asscheeks. "Fourteen."
"Amazing, darling," Cole murmurs into Genji’s ear before pressing kisses down his jawline.
"We're proud and, frankly, astounded," Hanzo adds as he hitches Genji’s knees over his shoulders.
"Your turn," they say in near-unison, and Genji shouts when his ballsack is engulfed in Hanzo’s mouth and his shaft buried in Cole’s, their heat swarming into his core and making him instantly drenched in sweat as his long, long, long-neglected cock, primed almost to bursting by one endless month and then by one perfect day, is finally back in service.
His nerves have not been the least bit dormant in that time. If anything, they've been humming with electricity nonstop since day one, prepping themselves, aching, clamoring, yearning.
Now they seize on Hanzo and Cole’s touch like a lion's teeth around the throat of a gazelle, stopping Genji’s breath just as effectively.
It's ecstasy on a scale he's never known, never dreamed of. He's had bolts run through him before but never lightning, flames but never a wildfire, tremors but never an earthquake.
All of it and more rocks through him now, so strong and so all-encompassing that he can't even come for several blissed-out, interminable, white-hot minutes as Hanzo rolls his balls over his tongue and Cole swallows his cockhead into the confines of his throat over and over and over.
When his body finally remembers it's supposed to orgasm, Hanzo feels Genji tense, almost contort, and drops his wet, cooling ballsack to lick and tease and gape his mouth wide open over his straining, deep purple, weeping erection alongside Cassidy, who pops off in order to share the bounty.
Then the eruption begins.
It's been a month, and boy does Genji’s cock know it.
Whatever doesn't land in or on Hanzo and Cole’s mouths, faces, hair, or hands as they jointly pump Genji’s huge shaft sails up into the air like a fountain, arcing delicately to rain back down on them like a summer cloudburst, and several large globs of himself land in Genji’s own mouth as he gapes in a wordless scream of pleasure up at the deluge descending upon them.
By the time it's over, he might as well have thrown a bucketful over all three of them and the sheets around him.
The aroma is thick enough to cut with a knife.
Genji swears he can see steam rising in thin wisps towards the ceiling.
It's good. It's so good.
He needs more.
"Cl…cle…clean me up," he gasps, needing a few tries to learn how to talk again. "Then bl…blow me again."
His cock isn't softening at all.
Hanzo and Cole grin at him, cum dripping off their beards, then turn to each other. "Rock Paper Scissors to decide who rides him first?" Cole asks. "The other gets to do as he commands and clean him up."
Hanzo hums thoughtfully. "Do I want to lose or do I want to win?" he asks himself.
"Honey, I'm asking myself the exact same thing," Cole purrs as they look back up at Genji.
It's gonna be a long night and Genji is going to be completely and utterly sated by the end of it.
But, somehow, as his lovers decide amongst themselves who's going to milk his next load out, he's already looking forward to next November…or, more specifically, next December first.
