Dumb little kiddo humping their wet little parts against my cock while watching their favourite show. Too focused on watching to notice me slip the tip into them, dumbly riding my cock without even realizing the funny feeling in their tummy is me rearranging their guts with each eager movement.
Hanzo/Anon – trans man Hanzo; impregnation (for the clan); ignoring kink; anon stud – Hanzo has a duty to fulfill for the clan. He does not mind; in fact, he's pretty indifferent to it.
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It knocks and Hanzo opens the door, the robe he had thrown over his shoulders doing nothing to hide his nakedness. It is not like he would be wearing much for the foreseeable future anyway – and he has nothing to hide. He is handsome, after all.
The reaction of the man in front of him shows as much. The smile on his face quickly slides off just like the greeting dies on his tongue as he very obviously looks Hanzo up and down.
Hanzo’s mouth twitches in dismay when he recognizes Anon. He had been idly wondering about who the Elders might choose for the job and this man had been rather… down on the list.
It did not matter.
“Hanzo-san. I am… ah… delighted to-”
“Please step in. I do have meetings later that I would loathe to have to postpone for this.”
Anon looks confused by this but if he is put out by Hanzo’s brisk attitude, he does not show it. He steps in after another second of hesitation, his eyes still roaming Hanzo’s body, jaw slack.
He looks eager for the experience. He wants Hanzo – which is good. It means that they will be done quicker and Hanzo will be able to get back to his duties faster.
.o.
Hanzo has a book on his bedside table that he has not gotten to read in quite some time. His position in the Clan is rather demanding and at the end of most days he is too exhausted to bother with some leisure reading.
As he spreads his thighs, though, and lets Anon fuck him, he wonders if now would be a good opportunity to try and get a few pages in.
Anon is mumbling sweet nothings, hands sliding up the outsides of Hanzo’s thighs and thumbs slowly inching toward his cunt. He tells him how amazing he looks; how long he had been thinking about just this moment. How he will be sure to put a strong and proud Shimada heir into Hanzo’s womb.
Hanzo doesn’t pay it much attention. He’d rather Anon would get on with it; time is steadily marching forward, diminishing the break he has allotted for this breeding.
He sighs softly. Anon stops in his praises and throws him a little nervous glance. At least he gets the hint and shuts up for a moment as he spreads Hanzo’s labia and gets a look at the juicy pink pussy.
“Wonderful,” he mutters.
Hanzo rolls his eyes.
As Anon shuffles forward to start dragging the crown of his swollen cock along his gash, he finally makes up his mind and reaches over for his book. He can’t wait for this to be done with. All of it. As soon as the brat is out of his womb, he’ll put it into the hands of the staff. Let them take care of it while Hanzo guides the Shimada Clan to greatness.
Anon does not seem to have noticed his little distraction yet, too focused on watching his cock slowly spread Hanzo open. As he gently rocks his way inside of him, it is his turn to sigh; soft and dreamy – like someone is dipping into a hot bath.
Hanzo, face hidden behind his book, rolls his eyes. He shifts his legs a little, bracing his feet on the bed and spreading his thighs even wider.
With little grace – or patience – he thinks Get on with it! as he lightly clenches his inner muscles in hopes that it will have the desired effect.
Anon does gasp and buck in deeper, but then pauses. When he is not starting to finally fuck Hanzo, he peers over the rim of his book to see where the hold-up is. Their eyes meet. The other’s gaze briefly flicks to the book in Hanzo’s hands as if expecting him to throw it to the side and stammer some kind of apology.
When Hanzo looks back with badly concealed impatience, it becomes clear on Anon’s face that he does not know how to react to such a development. Should he say something? Should he be angry?
The thoughts are clear as day on his face.
Hanzo slowly lifts a brow. I dare you to say something.
After a moment, Anon swallows thickly and lowers his head again, focusing on the business at hand. Hanzo smirks, daintily licks the tip of his finger, then turns the page.
.o.
He does have to admit that it is not as easy as he thought to ignore the happenings once Anon puts his back into it. It’s not that Hanzo is particularly fond of the thought of getting bred up like cattle – far from it – but the truth of the matter is… Hanzo is a slut at the end of the day.
He just adores cock, even if it is a subpar one such as the length currently ramming into his hole over and over again, pressing his squishy walls apart and rubbing up against all those nice places that Hanzo likes.
He furrows his brow, annoyed by his own inability to simply focus on his book. He’s had to read the same sentence five times in a row before it finally makes enough sense to move to the next one.
Half of his distraction stems from Anon himself, though; he just does not stop talking. He breathlessly mutters about how good Hanzo feels; how silky and wet his cunt is around his cock. How he can just feel that it will be easy as pie to knock him up.
How he would not mind a repeat performance, though. Oh, no, not at all. He’s always thought Hanzo was hot and had been wondering about how to approach him and that the Elders had chosen him to be the sire of Hanzo’s children is like a dream come true.
Hanzo’s face twists in disgust behind the book. He very pointedly does not react one way or the other. He does not want to encourage the idiot and make him think that he’s turning Hanzo on.
It’s damnable enough that he can’t keep from clenching around him, hugging that warm, thrusting dick as it rams deep inside him, trying to kiss up to his cervix but always falling short.
He simply can’t help it; it’s like his hole has been conditioned to be nice to dicks. They do make him feel so good, after all…
Hanzo nearly growls when he feels the prickle of an orgasm starting up in his abdomen, body so obediently letting itself get bamboozled by dick, even if it is as bad as Anon’s.
He closes his eyes, fingers tight around the edges of the book, not reading but just holding it so Anon wouldn’t see the tightness of his face as he fights tooth and nail against the orgasm.
It only gets worse when Anon starts coming; groaning chest deep as he grinds into Hanzo. It is almost like he can feel the individual hot spurts of cum splashing into him. It gets him feral on a completely different level.
Hanzo is biting the tip of his tongue, trying so hard to not come on Anon’s cock and remain perfectly quiet but he can’t help a small sound from escaping between his clenched teeth.
