Ramattra/Genji pwp. Slight dubcon? Wrote this in a genjussy haze in an hour on my phone. Enjoy 😭
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"So soft."
Ramattra's hand glides along the line of Genji's spine, metal denting into real, synthetic. An amalgam of no, of yes.
"Malleable."
Words drags along Genji's head, edge of his face splitting hair. His voice rings in Genji's ears.
A bell that tolls.
It smothers the sound of his body against ground, gouging a line, printing shape to stone. His heartbeat, caught.
But not the way he moans.
A noisy fucking brat, he hears. But it isn't Ramattra. It isn't now. Memory making something else.
Ramattra laughs though. Says something Genji can't understand as his hand spreads over his ass, the other shoving his thigh to the side, knee crushing one to floor. There.
"Tell me." Finger to the join of pelvis, thigh bone. A shiver. Shudder. "Are humans always this wet." To the edge of his cunt.
Genji swears, palm slides across stone. Skin breaks. Blood to bones.
"You just going to look, or do something?" goads Genji, pushing the hair off his forehead, smearing blood he didn't mean.
Ramattra's still.
A curious sound as he leans closer, metal and wires a music as he shifts, thighs surrounding Genji in repose.
"Do you want me to ask you to beg?"
Genji almost answers. But just smiles into stone, gravel on his lips.
"Didn't think so."
It feels like Ramattra holds his spine in palm, and when he thrusts, it feels like he wants to pull it out.
Genji might even let him if it would still feel this fucking good, cock shoved, shoved in again, hitting hard and so fucking far. Genji can't breathe. Pain is pleasure is pain.
Eyes wet. Cunt wet. Hand wet with blood.
"This it?" Genji knows he'll suffer for that.
He's moved a foot across the ground, lifted more.
Genji tries to breathe, but finds Ramattra's fingers sunk in his mouth. Strange, that it's gentle. Genji touches. Something like guiding his hand, showing him the way his tongue feels. The shape of his teeth Genji wants to bite down, but would only break.
His breath fogs metal the faster Ramattra fucks. And his moan rattles through his arm, shaking even Ramattra, his foot clawing over ground.
"For you?-" He looks down at Genji's soaked cunt, stretched and sore from his cock, their thighs wet, catching dust and debris.
Hand to hair, blood and sweat, Ramattra pulls. Genji tries to breathe.
