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Hanzo rolled his glass in his fingers absentmindedly. Soft scraping of the glass on a shoddy wooden counter accompanied the movement of what few drops were left of his drink.
“Doesn’t look cheap enough to be pine.” He thought to himself. “The colour is almost like walnut, though.” His elbows rested well onto the bar top. “...The fuck am I thinking? This place is a shit hole, zero chance they paid to have this built out of walnut.” His shoulders were slumped as he hunched over. “Looks like one of those imitation varnishes.” He took of a deep breath of the heavy, humid air; His nostrils get hit by a down right offensive mixture of lingering cigarette smoke and strong air freshener. “Oh. It’s just that scrap shit with a veneer.” He eyed a battered corner of the bar top.
Shit. He grit his teeth as he dug under his fingernails. Deep red bits of dried blood fell out from underneath as he got the rest of the dirt out. His business “partners” were often difficult, but this was a new level of idiotic. “Seriously?” He thought to himself. “Why do I even bother putting up with those fucking black rooster clan imbeciles. At this rate, I might as well start allocating half my days to getting chewed out by the elders.” Small grumbles escaped his mouth as he grew increasingly frustrated with himself. “And that Damien prick. How on earth did they hire such a half-wit as an assistant? Is it not the absolute bare minimum t-”
“Good evenin’, Sir. Mind if I buy you a drink?”
A deep voice emanated next to him with a thick and distinctly southern US drawl. Hanzo looked to the side without changing his posture. Directly next to him was a man who was not there 5 minutes prior. He barely got a look at the guy, only enough to discern a scruffy beard and moustache, and some sort of cloth messily wrapped round his neck, draping down his shoulders.
“I advise you consult with an optician if you looked at me and assumed I could not pay for my own drinks.” Hanzo quipped back.
“Oh, my eyesight is as sharp as my aim, mister. I’m not doubting your ability to buy things yourself.” The man replied cheerfully.
“Then why are you bothering me?”
“’Cause I spotted a good-lookin’ gentleman who looks like he could do with something to cheer ‘im up.”
Hanzo sat up slightly, turning his head to look at the man. He was tan, with facial hair that looked moderately kept at best. The man was… oddly dressed, to put it lightly; A bright red cloth was draped over his shoulders and he donned what was unmistakably a cowboy hat. Though obscured, Hanzo could just about judge the build the the man beside him – looked like he could be packing a decent amount of muscle to go with the broad shoulders. Besides that, there wasn’t much else to say since the serape covered the rest, potentially concealing any weapons; It’s smart, really, he’ll give him that.
He thought about it for a moment before ultimately turning around to face the man, letting the sense of intrigue win. He managed to get a better look at the man’s face. Freckles dotted his cheeks and under-eyes. His skin was starting to wrinkle in places – though, Hanzo could hardly judge that on account of himself being in his 40s with the omnipresent grasp of aging closing in on him too. The man’s eyes caught Hanzo’s, a soft and warm brown amidst the rest of his eyes; They complemented his tanned skin and hair, he thought to himself.
Just as Hanzo got a good look, the man winked at him before shooting a slight smile.
“So?” The man asked.
“Ah, fuck it.” Hanzo cast his doubts to the side as he replied “Fine.”
The man grinned, and in turn the wrinkles around the corners of his mouth grew. He turned to the bartender and called out, “Can I please get a whisky on the rocks for me, and for this gentleman here – anything of his choosing.” He places down a couple of bank notes. “Don’t worry ‘bout the change.”
“I’ll have sake.”
The drinks arrived shortly. Hanzo received his sake in a plain glass, much like the one he had prior. The man’s drink clinked softly as it was set down. He took the glass with the ice and whisky and took a sip.
“So, name’s Cole Cassidy. And yours might be?”
Hanzo took a sip of his sake. “I don’t see why that’s relevant.” He looked back down towards his glass, choosing not to entertain the cowboy any further.
“Aw, come on. Just trying to make a bit of conversation, darling. Nothing wrong with that.” Cassidy replied, seemingly not taking the hint.
“You wanted to buy me a drink. You bought me a drink. That is all.” Hanzo shot back, not even lifting his gaze from his glass. Hanzo finishes his drink and before Cassidy can open his mouth to try and continue his conversation with a brick wall.
Hanzo steps outside and walks to the side, to get away from the entrance of the bar. He stands by a pillar as he slips his cigarette case out of his inner waistcoat pocket. He gazes at the intricate patterns engraved into each half of the silver case. He lets his fingers run over the dragon patterns of the cool steel before pressing down on a button on the edge. The case clicks quietly as the halves swing open in Hanzo’s palm, presenting him with a neatly arranged set of cigarettes alongside a lighter, all resting along a velvety padding. The lighter, much like the case, is also made of polished silver with a dragon engraving to match along the tall side. Hanzo slips a cigarette out of the case and place it in his mouth before taking the tighter and flicks the wheel on the side to light the cigarette.
The lighter rasps and a smattering of sparks jump from the flint under the ignition wheel. Nothing else happens. He flicks the small wheel again only to be met with the same result. And again. And again. He grumbles under his breath as he tries a couple more times before coming to the conclusion he forgot to refill it, cigarette still unlit.
“Well, hello there. Need a light?” Cassidy saunters towards Hanzo having just spotted him and seeing the frustrated tries of lighting the cigarette. He’s got a cigar in hand and snips the cap off before rummaging around in his pocket to pull out a red plastic lighter. Hanzo steals a glance as Cassidy reaches into his pocket, taking advantage of the fact his arm is holding his serape away while he reaches back. Hanzo’s attention is caught by Cassidy’s prosthetic; A steel forearm and elbow in place of flesh on his left side. Its looks suggest it’s of at least decent quality and the wear on the metal suggest that in this case the looks aren’t deceiving. Apart from the arm, he doesn’t spot anything in particular – only yet another odd style choice involving a massive belt buckle with the letters “BAMF”. Whatever the hell that’s meant to mean.
Cassidy holds the lighter between his thumb and index finger and gives it a little shake, almost as if it’s some sort of attempt to beckon the strikingly handsome man in front of him to come closer. Hanzo looks at the lighter. He considers it. Is his need for nicotine so bad as to outweigh the negatives of putting up with this odd man for a couple more minutes?
“Mind if I smoke with ya for a minute?”
“Why does he have to be so pushy?” Hanzo thought. He tapped his foot subconsciously. He noticed it and stopped it. Maybe he’s just irritable because he hasn’t had a cigarette in a while.
“Fine. Give me the lighter.” Hanzo says curtly. Cassidy instead steps forward, right into Hanzo’s personal space. He moves his cigar to meet the end of Hanzo’s cigarette and clicks the lighter between them. A small, warm glow light up their faces momentarily. Hanzo can’t help but look Cassidy’s face as the flame’s glow softens his skin under the harsh streetlight illumination and a spec of amber reflects in his deep, brown eyes. Hanzo keeps looking more out of surprise that the cowboy so suddenly stepped into his personal space than out of any sort of admiration – although, Cassidy didn’t look that bad now that he thought about it. Hanzo remembers to take a drag of his cigarette to keep it burning and lets the warm smoke fill his mouth and lungs.
Cassidy steps away and leans on a nearby wall, taking puffs of his cigar. Hanzo nervously takes a drag of his cigarette. “What the fuck was that meant to be?” He wanted to ask Cassidy out loud. Instead, he stood there, barely looking at the cowboy. He smoked in silence, waiting for the hit of nicotine to dull his temper.
“What do you want from me?” Unfortunately, Hanzo was impatient. His tone was still harsh, almost fed up with how Cassidy is coming onto him. He turned to see Cassidy casually leaning against a wall, toying with the cigar in his mouth.
Cassidy glanced up and exhaled, a small cloud of smoke leaving his mouth. He smiled slightly as he spoke. “Listen, I’m just achin’ for some company tonight, handsome.” His voice was soft, maintaining the friendly tone; Almost… defensive. “Hell, I’m finding it hard to turn my attention away from you.” A small chuckle escapes from his lips.
Hanzo ruminates for a moment, fidgeting with the cigarette. Ashes fall from the lit end. His gaze gives Cassidy a once over again – Was he judging Cassidy too hard? Ultimately, he didn’t seem like a threat. Just a bit annoying, that’s all.
But there was one other thing. Why hadn’t he vehemently turned him down? This wasn’t at all like him. For god’s sake, he’d gotten into a full-scale fight over incompetent business people just hours prior. Why was he so soft on this odd cowboy?
He looked at Cassidy’s soft expression once more. Maybe… it wasn’t as bad as he thought earlier. He sighed, and went against what would usually be his better judgement.
“I know a hotel that will do.”
Cassidy raised his eyebrow at the affirmative response and a smile crept across his face.
“Well, partner, lead the way.”
Hanzo doubted his decision as he walked alongside Cassidy, but he was already in too deep. The walk took no more than 15 minutes, leaving them at the foot of a towering building. As Hanzo confidently walked right through the lobby, the clacking from Cassidy’s boots slowed down while he took in the sight of the lobby.
An air of luxury surrounded the cowboy – one he certainly was not accustomed to. Gold accents stretching throughout the entire space complimented the mahogany and red velvet decor in the soft, warm lighting. It was almost… wrong; Not the atmosphere of the immaculate lobby, but rather the fact that Cassidy was walking through it. He swallowed his spit as he tried to grasp what the prices at a place like this could be. Surely, a night here couldn’t cost more than the worth of his head, right?
His attention shifted back to Hanzo, who’d made it to the front desk. Hanzo looked at the receptionist standing on the other side.
“Good evening, and welcome to Kanezaka Central Plaza. How may-”
“Are there any penthouse suites available for tonight?” Hanzo said in a monotone voice, cutting off the receptionist. The receptionist paused for a moment before turning to look at the computer screen below the counter.
“For tonight…” A keyboard clacked repetitively as the receptionist searched the reservation system. “...There are two platinum suites and one silver suite available.”
Hanzo reached into the inner pocket of his waistcoat, producing a polished silver card. He placed the card on the counter and pushed it towards the receptionist.
“I’ll take the platinum suite.”
The receptionist took the silver card, confused as to what it is. They looked at the patterned front, not discerning anything from it before flipping it over. Glancing at the text engraved on the reverse of the card, the worker pursed their lips and inhaled as they swiftly placed the card back on the counter towards Hanzo.
“Of course, sir.” Cassidy watched as the lady behind the counter hurriedly keyed the details into the computer, sounding almost timid. They quickly set another card on the counter: Glossy black, with gold embossed characters.
“Floor 105. Enjoy your stay, sir.” The receptionist bowed to Hanzo as he swiped the cards into his hand and walked towards the elevator to the right.
“Thank you.” Cassidy quickly muttered to the receptionist as he caught up with Hanzo. “Christ, what’cha do to spook that poor gal back there like that?”
Hanzo shrugs in response. They reach a panel by the elevator doors and Hanzo taps the new card on the reader before slipping both into his inner waistcoat pocket. Not long after, a soft chime rings from the panel and a set of doors slides open, inviting the both of them in. Hanzo leans on the raining attached to the wall, sighing once the doors closed.
“You really didn’t have to go all out with a place like this for me, handsome. I mean, even this elevator looks better than any sorta room I remember being in.” Cassidy chuckles nervously, scratching his beard. Doubts crept through his mind about his previous guess about the prices. Maybe this place was worth more than his head, after all.
Hanzo raised an eyebrow. “Well, I suppose it is nice. But it’s a pretty standard set of services here: conference halls, bars, restaurants, clubs, spas…” He shrugged.
For a second, Cassidy questioned if he correctly heard Hanzo. Not only did this complex have all of those… but multiple of each? Looks like the doubts have some merit to them, after all. His mind doesn’t get much time to mull it over before the elevator creeps to a halt and the doors silents separate, revealing a large, open space. He slowly stepped into the suite behind Hanzo as his eyes darted around the room, bewildered by the room. Soft, streaking blue light cascades into the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows before being replaced by the warm glow of the crystal chandelier hanging from the tall ceiling accompanied by additional fixtures around the room.
The middle of the room held what seemed to be a wide pillar. Facing the door, a steady stream of water flowed down the smooth surface before breaking over small, smooth stones kept in a shallow pit. Gentle trickling from the installation broke the silence in the room, leaving a relaxing note on top of the overwhelming feeling of luxury present throughout the whole plaza.
Directly in the far left corner of the suite was what looked like a bar. A large set of shelves alongside a counter top occupied the wall. Rows of bottles meticulously places among the shelves glimmered under the small bar lights pointed at the shelves. Hanzo was already looking at the alcohol available on the shelves.
Cassidy took his gaze away from the room and kicked off his boors, leaving them by the coat hanger along with his serape and hot, which he hung on a peg. He strolled over to the bar, eyes fixed on Hanzo. He’d taken off his waistcoat and tie, leaving him in just his shirt and trousers. Most notably, his sleeves were now rolled up to his elbow and his forearms were exposed. What Cassidy wasn’t expecting, was to see Hanzo’s left arm fully covered by an intricate tattoo – a design incorporating a dragon snaking around and down the well-defined muscles, with the maw ending at the wrist.
“Damn, darling. Didn’t know you were inked up.” He said as he approached Hanzo.
Hanzo, in turn, glanced at his arm before making eye contact with Cassidy.
“It’s beautiful.” Cassidy adds on with a smile before turning to the bar shelves. “Mind if I fix myself a drink?” He’s already eyeing the scotch.
“It’s all included.” Hanzo replied as he continued looking at the shelves. Cassidy happily took the pricey bottle of scotch and poured the golden brown liquid into a glass for himself.
“Want me to pour you one?” The bottle was still in his hand. Hanzo glanced at the scotch, considering it momentarily before giving in.
“Fine.”
Cassidy took another glass and poured Hanzo an equal amount.
“To us?” He raised his glass as he handed Hanzo the other. Hanzo looked at Cassidy. A wide grin looked right back at him, and while he didn’t reciprocate whatever seemingly overzealous expression the cowboy was showing, he clinked his glass against Cassidy’s; He took a sip of his drink as Cassidy did the same. Whisky was never Hanzo’s choice of drink, but he didn’t mind it. In fact, whatever specific scotch Cassidy has picked out turned out quite good.
Cassidy savoured the taste of the scotch before raising his eyebrow at Hanzo.
“This is dandy and all, but how about we get to the main event, darling?”
Hanzo looks at the cowboy before turning to walk to the bed. Cassidy took the bottle of scotch with his other hand and walked up to match Hanzo’s pace, before wrapping his arm around Hanzo’s waist. Hanzo briefly looked at Cassidy, narrowing his eyes. He wasn’t exactly too keen on being held like this, but didn’t object.
The rest of the room was separated off with a set of vertical wooden slats, leaving the area still quite open while allowing for a distinct space. In the area was nothing but a king size bed, along with two nightstands and lamps. As they walked up the the bed, they set down their glasses along with the bottle of scotch.
Hanzo stood by the edge of the bed and Cassidy positioned himself opposite Hanzo, with his back to the window. Cassidy smiled as he closed the space between them, letting his hands slowly find their way to Hanzo’s waist. Cassidy’s thumbs rubbed little circles over Hanzo’s hips, feeling the firm muscles under his shirt.
“Looking mighty fine, might I say.” He said in a low, sultry tone.
Hanzo looked at Cassidy for a few seconds, before replying. “Down on your knees.”
“Can’t wait to get to the action?” A small chuckle escaped his mouth, “Can’t blame ya, sugar.” He slowly lowered himself, ending up on his knees. He looked up at Hanzo, his face right up ear Hanzo’s crotch. He took his hands off Hanzo’s hips and moved them to his collar before starting to unbutton his shirt. His eyes maintained contact with Hanzo, looking to see how he reacts as Cassidy undresses. Cassidy slipped of his shirt, leaving his upper body bare. Hanzo couldn’t help but look the cowboy kneeling at his feet up and down. One thing became evident to Hanzo: Cassidy was strong. His arms and chest were quite large with muscle mass, yet a bit of body fat helped fill out the curves, leaving a layer of softness to the brute force underneath. The body hair covering Cassidy – along with the beard – only added to the burly look. Hanzo’s eyebrow raised slightly as he appreciated the sight.
He in turn started unbuttoning his shirt too, letting his chest into view more and more as his hands progressed down the buttons. Cassidy couldn’t help keeping still, looking up, and watching the borderline erotic display as Hanzo revealed himself. Finally, the pristine white shirt dropped down. Hanzo looked back down at Cassidy and was met not by a smug smile, but by what could be describe as pure adoration.
“Fuck…” Cassidy’s mouth was left slightly agape as he looked over the shirtless man towering over him, muttering breathily. Hanzo, like Cassidy, was also muscular. What set them apart, however, was how Hanzo looked almost like a sculpture. His musculature was toned, with straight lines and curves alike working flawlessly together to contribute to a form that Cassidy could only describe as godlike.
“Darling, you’re a goddamn piece of art.” He continued, both figuratively and literally ad he gazed upon the rest of Hanzo’s tattoo, which continued up the rest of his arm and onto his chest.
Hanzo couldn’t help but feel himself growing harder by the minute. The sight of a man both so muscular and initially cocky on his knees in front of him, gazing up with a look of admiration, stirred something within Hanzo.
He moved his hands further down to his waist, undoing his belt buckle and unbuttoning his trousers, letting them slide down his legs. Cassidy followed suit, giving himself room as his underwear slowly tented.
Right then, Hanzo notices the holster on Cassidy’s hip. He reached down and took out the gun. As protective as he is of his revolver, he lets Hanzo take it, who then turns it around in his palm; He feels the weight of the cool metal in his palm, quite different from Cassidy’s soft touch moments prior.
“Like it?” Cassidy asked.
“Not particularly. Guns are too messy and impersonal.” He places the revolver on the nightstand.
“What do you like, then?”
“A bow and arrow. Near silent, and each shot has real intent.”
“Sure explains why you’re built like a beauty.” Cassidy chuckles to himself.
Hanzo takes his eyes off the revolver and onto Cassidy. His hand moved to Cassidy’s jaw, cupping it as he moved his thumb to Cassidy’s lips. He happily opens his mouth, inviting Hanzo into his mouth while still looking directly up at him. Hanzo’s eyebrow raises up as he sees Cassidy’s eagerness. Among the silent mutual understanding, Cassidy moves his hands up to Hanzo’s waist and slowly pulls down the underwear. Hanzo doesn’t object, letting his dick spring free in front of Cassidy’s face.
“Sit down, darling. Get comfortable.” He beckoned Hanzo, guiding him to the bed behind him. As Hanzo sits down and lets go of Cassidy’s chin to lean back into the covers, Cassidy leans forward into Hanzo’s crotch, and breathes heavily before licking all the way up Hanzo’s shaft. Cassidy’s eyes slowly shut as his tongue reaches the tip and he instead wraps his lips around the head. Hanzo’s breathing slows as he feels Cassidy slowly take his cock. Relaxation washes over him as he feels the wet heat on his dick.
Cassidy takes the rest of the shaft into his hand to let his mouth focus on the tip. A groan escaped Cassidy’s mouth in response to the feeling of the fat head occupying his lips – a feeling of relief; Like a nasty scratch that he has finally itched.
Hanzo shifts to sit up and moves his hand to the back of Cassidy’s neck. Cassidy folds near instantly; The slightest pressure from the hand on his neck gives him all the encouragement he needs to let go of Hanzo’s shaft and move his head down further. Hanzo looks down and takes in the sight of Cassidy taking the rest of his dick. Next thing he knows, Cassidy’s nose is prodding at his pelvis and Hanzo’s dick is all in Cassidy’s mouth, with a small choking sound coming out as confirmation. And just as slowly he took the whole length in, Cassidy paces himself when moving his head up.
Hanzo keeps looking at how Cassidy finishes moving up and like clockwork starts moving back down again, eager to feel his mouth get filled once more. Without even realising it, Hanzo begins gently rubs circles into the side of Cassidy’s neck; He feels the prickles on his thumb from the bits of stubble change in intensity as Cassidy moves up and down and his throat shifts slightly along with the movement.
Pressure and tension both build in Hanzo’s cock thanks to Cassidy’s efforts. Hanzo can’t help but start lightly groaning with his changed breathing pattern – now deep and heavy. Each sensation of the cowboy’s wet lips and tongue moving along his shaft pull him along closer to orgasm. So much so that his eyes slowly shut. The image of Cassidy slowly sucking him remains in his mind and he lets himself focus on every touch and sound.
Cassidy’s pace remains steady, refusing to speed up for fear of shortening their sensual moment. The steady rhythm lets him fall into a state of pure bliss, keeping him drunk on the feeling of Hanzo’s cock moving in his mouth, all the way up to his throat. Ultimately, Cassidy was doing this for himself as much as he was doing it for Hanzo.
Hanzo moves his hand over to the back of Cassidy’s head and pulls him off after gripping Cassidy’s hair. Cassidy comes off Hanzo’s cock panting and looks up at Hanzo, who’s now moaning with his eyes closed. Hanzo opens his eyes to look down at the cowboy on his knees in front of him, mouth open, eyes filled with need. “Fuck,” Hanzo thought to himself, “He just looks even hotter now.”
“Is it too much?” Cassidy asks quietly between breaths. Hanzo can feel Cassidy pulling slightly against his grip as he tries to take the dick back into his mouth. “Are you close, baby?” Amidst the pleasure and sensations coursing through his body, Hanzo doesn’t even mind the pet names. Hanzo just looks at Cassidy without a response, watching him pant lightly. “C’mon, please…” Cassidy continues.
And then, a realisation hits Hanzo. “Oh… this fucker has a fixation.” For once, Hanzo can’t help but chuckle to himself.
He lets go of the grip, letting Cassidy back onto his cock. Hanzo closes his eyes again as Cassidy gets back to taking the whole length into his mouth, falling into that familiar, incredible rhythm. It doesn’t take long for Hanzo to be back where he was regarding climax when he pulled Cassidy off. This time, however, he lets Cassidy continue. The tension in his body rises further with each movement, even though Cassidy just keeps doing exactly the same thing as earlier.
Part of Hanzo wants to get this over with quick, to give in and chase the tipping point at all costs – to claw back the control he relinquished to the beautifully pathetic man so dead set on keeping his mouth full for as long as possible. His hand travels back to the back of Cassidy’s neck, resting gently as he let his thoughts race with the heat building in his body. He could do it so easily. With Cassidy preoccupied with Hanzo’s cock, it would be hardly any effort to grab Cassidy by the hair and have him at Hanzo’s mercy.
Yet, part of him doesn’t. He keeps his hand at bay, and lets himself breathe deeper and moan louder as the pleasure inside him keeps building. That fuzzy boundary between insanity and release approaches slowly, and Hanzo embraces it. He sits up and places his other hand on the back of Cassidy’s neck, slowly caressing his cheeks with both thumbs. Hanzo slowly leaned forward, now panting. His soft moans fill the air as the sensations become too much. His cock throbs in Cassidy’s mouth as he reaches the cusp of orgasm. Cassidy keeps to the same pace, even though he’s aware of the state he’s putting Hanzo in. If anything, Hanzo’s panting and moaning kept him from speeding up, wanting to hear Hanzo like this after he was so stand-offish when they first talked.
“Please… Please- Ah!” Hanzo whimpered as he so desperately wanted to climax.
Until…
With a loud, long groan, Hanzo came. Pure ecstasy washed through him, travelling up his spine, ribs, and neck before coursing down his limbs – curling his toes and making him hold Cassidy’s face tighter. Cassidy pushed himself down as Hanzo came, letting the cum spill deep in his mouth. He held himself down, letting himself feel Hanzo’s cock throb in his mouth as it spurted time and time again. Cassidy slowly pulled off Hanzo once he finished cumming. Hanzo shuddered slightly as Cassidy’s tongue slid over the tip. Cassidy look up at Hanzo, watching him pant and catch his breath as Cassidy swallowed. He reached over to the nightstand and sipped his scotch, helping Hanzo’s load go down.
“How was that, darling?” He asked. All that Hanzo could muster in response was a low groan.
Hanzo laid back on the bed, letting his breathing steady; In, out, in, out. Cassidy stood up slowly, looking at Hanzo strewn out on the bed. He observes Hanzo’s chest rise and fall as he recovered.
Cassidy climbed up on the bed, positioning himself over Hanzo before leaning and and pressing a kiss onto his neck. “Fuck, you’re amazing…” He mumbled between kisses.
“Mmm, I’m not done yet.” Hanzo muttered back.
“Oh? You want more, sugar?” Cassidy smiled.
“There’s lube in the nightstand drawer.” said Hanzo. Cassidy eagerly stood up, turned around, and opened the drawer. Inside, he found a bottle of lube. He eagerly lifted up Hanzo’s legs to give himself better access. He looked at Hanzo’s hole, and squirted some of the lube on it. Hanzo’s breathing hitched as the cold lube dripped down his crack. Cassidy squirted some lube on his finger before leaning over the bed and looking down at Hanzo.
“I just gonna help open you up, darling. I don’t wanna hurt you…” He said as his hand moved down towards Hanzo’s ass. He pressed the finger up against the hole, watching Hanzo tense up for a second before making himself relax. Cassidy slowly pushed his finger in, letting it slide in smoothly with the help of the lube. Hanzo hissed lightly at the slight stretch before steadying his breathing. Cassidy leaned in once more and started kissing Hanzo’s neck again. His mouth gently brushed over the other’s neck before kissing again, slightly lower down.
Cassidy squirted a bit more lube on his finger as he moved it slowly, gently, making sure to work Hanzo open bit by bit, even more so considering the intense climax he just had. Hanzo hummed appreciatively, enjoying Cassidy’s efforts to prepare him. Cassidy’s mouth moved further down, now lazily kissing his chest.
“Gonna add another finger, alright?” He called out as he poured more lube on his fingers before pushing the second fingers through next to the first. Cassidy watched as his knuckles disappeared into Hanzo’s hole. He watches as Hanzo shifted on the sheets and his chest rose in response to the pressure now inside him.
Truth be told, Cassidy is not a patient man. Furthermore, Hanzo was certainly not helping Cassidy’s thinning self-restraint. His breathing deepened just from seeing the effect he had on Hanzo. He know ho couldn’t keep himself at bay for much longer at this point; What he didn’t know was that Hanzo’s patience waned by the second, too. He opened his eyes slightly, looking up at Cassidy.
“Just hurry up.” Through the stimulation and previous orgasm, he couldn’t muster anything more. Fortunately for the both of them, Cassidy didn’t need to be told twice. His eyes widened with excitement as he pulled his fingers out of Hanzo. He stood up and took his trousers off, fully revealing his boxer shorts; The red fabric, which would usually be loose, was tented with even the waistband being held away from his abs. Most surprisingly, Hanzo noticed a large wet patch on Cassidy’s boxers originating at the peak of the tenting, and spreading downwards.
“Shit, is all of that precum? From just sucking me off?” Hanzo thought to himself. Cassidy saw him staring and looked down. A blush crept across his face as he chuckled, with a hint of embarrassment in his voice.
“I uh.. I got a bit into it, darling.” He smiles slightly as he pulls down the boxer shorts. The hair from his abs thickens bit by bit going south as the waistband sank lower, hooked by his thumbs. It strained slightly as the bulge in the fabric pressed against it. He pulled it down further, until his cock sprung out from underneath and the boxer shorts fell to the floor. Hanzo gazed upon Cassidy as he stood naked, his erection in full view. Cassidy’s happy trail continued down from his abs before leading to a full bush at the base of his cock. And dear lord, Cassidy was thick. Hanzo stared at it, just admiring the size of, every vein that covered the shaft, and the fat tip on the end. There wasn’t any helping the dirty thoughts ravaging his mind at this point; He could already almost feel the way he’d be stretched open by the cowboy. The image of Cassidy positioned over him with both fingers inside him stayed clear in his mind as it fuelled Hanzo’s imagination.
“You like it?” Cassidy asked softly with a slight smile.
“Mhm.” Hanzo replied, still lost in thought. “Come on.” He beckoned.
Cassidy’s immediate movement drove Hanzo to another realisation. “He’s just been giving in so easily, and he’s so… eager. It’s like I’ve got him on a goddamn leash.” While the idea was figurative, his mind definitely jumped to a literal interpretation was well. “It would suit him.” He carried on as Cassidy gently gripped Hanzo’s hips and puled him closer to the edge of the bed. Just as they locked eyes again, something told Hanzo that Cassidy probably wouldn’t be opposed to such an arrangement.
Before doing anything else, Cassidy slid open the nightstand and took out a condom. He fiddled with the wrapper slightly before tearing the foil packaging open. However, before he could slide the condom out the packet, Hanzo propped himself up and snatched it out of Cassidy’s hand and threw it across the room. Surprise flashed across Cassidy’s eyes before turning to see the discarded wrapper on the floor. He turned back to Hanzo as he laid back down.
“I- shit, baby. I’m clean, but-”
“So am I. Is there a problem?” Hanzo shot back. Heat welled up in Cassidy’s cheeks in the face of Hanzo’s sudden boldness while he debated if he should. He didn’t want to inconvenience Hanzo, but it became clear that he won’t have to worry about that too much.
Cassidy took the lube and squirted a decent amount on his dick to make sure it was enough when he spread it around. His dick throbbed in anticipation like it knew what was gonna happen. His breathing slowed and deepened as he dripped dome more lube onto Hanzo’s hole. The tip pressed against Hanzo’s ass, both glistening with lube, and Cassidy leaned forward, positioning himself over Hanzo. He looked over Hanzo again. After all, how could he not appreciate a view like this under him? Hanzo looked even better sprawled out like this. His defined muscles stretched wonderfully to accommodate they way he lay on the bed and how his chest rose and feel.
“Just let me know if hurts, sweetheart. OK?” His voice was soft as he slowly pushed his hips forward. The tip pressed against Hanzo’s ass. Driving his hips forward only added more pressure as Cassidy’s cock tried to drive itself through and into Hanzo. Finally, the tip slowly pushed in slightly once Hanzo relaxed. A sharp breath from Hanzo’s mouth accompanied the penetration, with deep breaths following as Cassidy pushed further. It seemed Cassidy’s efforts to loosen Hanzo were only partially effective; Hanzo’s face twisted slightly into a wince with the sensation of being stretched open by Cassidy’s cock rippled from his gut up to his spine.
Cassidy’s eyes stayed locked on Hanzo’s chest and hips, his breathing steady with his mouth slightly agape, almost like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing and feeling. Though the way Hanzo’s physique was formed and sculpted put Cassidy under the impression that Hanzo had a sort of hardened and almost rigid demeanour to him, the way his chest rose, fell and hitched proved contrary. It seemed all that was needed was a bit of persuasion to make Hanzo’s behaviour betray the perfect appearance of his form. Cassidy’s eyes lifted from Hanzo’s chest to take in the rest of him laying on the bed, watching him sprawled out over the bedsheets. His eyes scanned over Hanzo’s face, noticing the wincing.
“Shit, honey, sorry. I didn’t mean to make it hurt, I-” He muttered, embarrassed by the fact he was so enthralled by Hanzo that he wasn’t paying attention to whether he was comfortable or not.
Through his heavy breathing, Hanzo replied, “Did I tell you to stop?”
Any trace of concern on Cassidy’s face quickly vanished and was in turn replaced by surprise as he processed what Hanzo said. Not long after, Cassidy grinned.
“If you say so, darling.” He chuckled as he pushed his hips slightly further against Hanzo’s ass before beginning to slowly retract them. His eyes once again returned to Hanzo’s lower torso. He watched as Hanzo’s abs flexed and moved up and down slightly in turn with his breathing, clearly affected by Cassidy’s cock slowly moving inside of him. Just as he almost pulled out, Cassidy stopped. The shaft of his dick was now exposed, unlike the tip which was still inside Hanzo. Just as slowly as he pulled his hips back, he moved them forward and watch as his cock was enveloped by Hanzo’s ass once more.
“Shit, honey… you’re takin’ me so well-” He said breathily, still mesmerised by how Hanzo reacted to each movement.
Hanzo just breathed deeply as Cassidy slowly filled his ass again. He let his head lay back and slowly shut his eyes to try and relax himself for the girthy cock making its way inside him. Once again, his attention turned turned to just how slowly Cassidy was moving – intentionally, no doubt. Truthfully, Hanzo appreciated the pace, both now and earlier while Cassidy was sucking him off. Hanzo’s mouth stayed open while the strong stretching sensation spread out from his torso, morphing into a steady stream of pleasure accompanied by a tinge of pain. Yet, Hanzo didn’t mind; In fact, he relished the slight edge brought on alongside the feeling of being filled. His breaths came out steady and even a low moan made its way out.
The slight moaning only impelled Cassidy as he gently placed his hands on Hanzo’s hips and tightened the grip just enough to be useful, but not enough to cause discomfort. He used his hands to pull Hanzo in closer with each thrust, wanting to reach and spread Hanzo deeper if it meant making the both of them feel better. As his thumbs pressed circles into Hanzo’s waist, he looked up once again at Hanzo’s face – at the flush plastered across his cheeks, at the way his jaw moved slightly with each breath and moan, at his his brows furrowed ever so slight with each push. He paid attention to everything as he pushed and pulled, both for his viewing pleasure, and to check if it’s not too much.
“I dunno if I’m gonna last long like this, baby.” He mustered out in a tone of voice somewhere between embarrassment and a nervous laugh. The warmth and tightness of Hanzo’s ass didn’t help Cassidy’s composure.
Hanzo opened his eyes slightly as he heard Cassidy speak. His sight was greeted with an image of Cassidy slightly hunched over, arms extended to Hanzo’s hips, and his now bright red face bearing what could be only described as a tug of war between a grin and an expression of pure awe. He chuckled. It was funny, really, seeing this large, burly man topping him looking like he was in a state of borderline desperation.
“I am not fragile, you know.” Hanzo said, slightly amused. Their eyes met as Hanzo smirked slightly. Cassidy looked back, almost like Hanzo’s words didn’t register for a few seconds. Just as Hanzo thought Cassidy didn’t hear him, Cassidy took his hands of Hanzo’s waist and leaned forward. He put one hand on the mattress to stabilise himself and slid the other between the mattress and Hanzo’s back, almost as if taking him into an embrace. Cassidy let himself almost lay down over Hanzo, propping himself up with his arm. His lips brushed up against Hanzo’s exposed neck as he lowered his head to the mattress by Hanzo’s.
Only then did Hanzo realise just how hot Cassidy was – literally. The heat radiating from Cassidy’s body over Hanzo was almost tangible. It didn’t surprise Hanzo one bit, though, considering just how much Cassidy is worked up. The slow and steady breaths only backed this up further. Cassidy gently pressed his lips against Hanzo’s neck as he started moving his hips again. He was going faster this time, Hanzo noticed. Seemingly fuelled by the implicit go-ahead, Cassidy’s neediness was more apparent than ever, with the way his lips caressed Hanzo’s skin and his beard brushed against it, with the way his breaths were more noticeable than ever up close like this, ad how his hand under Hanzo’s back was anything but grabbing at the skin and muscle it was in contact with.
Hanzo shut his eyes and reared his head back, further exposing his neck for Cassidy. Cassidy happily kissed Hanzo’s neck as he rolled his hips, driving his cock deep once more. Hanzo couldn’t help but moan again as Cassidy’s tip hit Hanzo’s prostate; His body shuddered briefly at the influx of pleasure. The reaction didn’t go unnoticed by Cassidy, who let out a deep breath as seeing Hanzo react to his actions flooded him with a sense of reward. Whether he was chasing his own satisfaction or getting caught up in pleasing Hanzo, it all let to that glorious, blissful feeling he was so desperately after. Having both, on the other hand, was nothing short of paradise. His attention was pulled back from Hanzo’s downright delectable state to the tension pooling within his crotch. It didn’t help that since they started, Cassidy was still without an orgasm – constantly hard and leaking when he was sucking Hanzo off earlier.
“Hah- fuck, sweetheart, I ain’t gonna last much longer…” He groaned breathily into Hanzo’s ear.
Though he didn’t voice it, Hanzo knew another orgasm was creeping up on him too, but it was ultimately unsurprising once again; Cassidy was damn good at this. Each thrust into him just added onto the climbing pressure, and each brush against his prostate moved the needle noticeably. Moans escaped Hanzo’s mouth one by one once more. Beads of sweat slowly formed and ran down his muscles, leaving a glistening trail. Heat from his body matched the bright red flush spread across his cheeks. He’d be lying if he were to say the flush wasn’t partly cause by embarrassment because ultimately, it was. For a man as stuck up Hanzo, constantly keeping his guard raised and being outwardly bitter to those who didn’t pose immediate gain to him, being visibly in a state such as this was far from acceptable, and letting himself enjoy it was nothing short of alien.
Cassidy, however, was too preoccupied to notice. Having his currently one-track mind fixated on Hanzo’s body proved disastrous for Cassidy’s already thin patience and composure. While not embarrassing per se, the whimpers now intertwining with Cassidy’s previous moaning were unexpected. The hand on Hanzo’s back was now shamelessly feeling him up, mirroring the sporadicity of the warm breaths on his neck.
The pressure was slowly becoming too much to bear. Through shuddering breaths, Cassidy just about managed to mumble, “d- darling, I… hah… I think I’m gonna- fuck, I’m-” He didn’t need to finish the sentence for Hanzo to get what Cassidy was referring to. He didn’t need much to let Cassidy do it either, who was arched over him already with a neediness and mannerisms comparable to that of a feral dog. Hanzo simply stretched out on the bedsheets, and let Cassidy continue.
To put it simply, Cassidy sped up. The controlled, oscillating movements of his hips turned jerky, not unlike his breathing, which was now broken up by shudders and small moans. Driven by nothing more than the urge to finish, to reach sweet release, all his manners were cast to the side, even if it meant selfishly not checking how Hanzo was doing under him. The pressure coiling up in his abdomen only grew as he tantalisingly pushed himself towards orgasm. His cock throbbed inside Hanzo in time with his pulse; The high sensitivity around his tip was maddening.
With a stretched-out moan, the scales of insanity and pleasure finally tipped in Cassidy’s favour. He drove his hips forward once more and kept them there as he came. Cum spilled into Hanzo, spurting out in pulses as Cassidy sighed into Hanzo’s neck. He let himself decompress with lazy kisses against Hanzo’s jaw. The well-groomed beard brushed against Cassidy’s lips.
However, Cassidy didn’t let himself rest. He retracted his arm from under Hanzo and wrapped his hand around Hanzo’s still hard dick.
“Just… gonna help ya, honey-”
Cassidy’s wrist started moving up and down Hanzo’s shaft as he watched Hanzo’s reaction. To Hanzo’s surprise, Cassidy started moving his hips once again, making himself push through the overstimulation. His body shuddered with each thrust into Hanzo, determined to make him finish too. Hanzo’s breath stuttered – not only from the continued stimulation, but also from how Cassidy was putting himself through all this just make sure Hanzo finished too. Every pained whimper against his ear, every rapid stroke of his cock only added to Hanzo’s impending second orgasm, which did not wait around.
Hanzo moaned as his hips jerked up into Cassidy’s hand before spurting another load over the fingers playing with his tip. The few dribbles of cum dripped down Cassidy’s digits before he pulled his hand away, happy that he pleasured Hanzo again. Using the arm on the bedsheets, Cassidy pushed himself back into an upright position before pulling out his overly sensitive dick. He took deep breaths as the shuddering subsided and gazed upon Hanzo, once again admiring how he was sprawled and stretched out over the bedsheets, his skin now softly glimmering under the room’s soft lighting.
Cassidy lowered himself onto the bedsheets beside Hanzo, sprawling out to match after all that he did. He brought his hand in front of him, looking at the aftermath left on his fingers.
“Looks like there wasn’t all that much left.” He chuckled softly, glancing at Hanzo. Hanzo only hummed in response, unclear what it was meant to mean, and unwilling to elaborate. Cassidy looked back at his fingers and parted his lips before placing the fingers in his mouth. He didn’t care if it came off as weird of gross as he licked himself cleaned and swallowed what small amount of sperm he got out of Hanzo. Shit, he was overjoyed by the simple fact that he even got to fuck a guy as sexy as this, and happily took all that he was given.
He once again looked over at Hanzo. Hanzo seemed to have wound down now, his chest rising and falling slowly. He slowly got up, looking over to Cassidy on the bed, who simply laid there with his eyes closed and a large smile on that stupidly handsome face.
“I’ll be in the shower.” Hanzo sighed.
“Real sorry I made such a mess of ya, baby. You go right on ahead, I’ll just bask in the afterglow for a little while longer.” Cassidy replied, not even opening his eyes as Hanzo stood up and made his way to the bathroom. Like he said, Cassidy remained spread out on the bed, letting himself feel the tension in his muscles dissipate, and the euphoria slowly drift over him. He wasn’t sure how long he laid there, though he didn’t mind.
Eventually, through his blissed-out daze, he heard the bathroom door open. And even though he was just fine staying put, he slowly gathered himself and stood up. He walked over to the open space of the suite, where he saw Hanzo by the window in nothing but a white bathrobe, enjoying a cigarette. Cassidy walked up to Hanzo, slowly blinking, before pressing himself up behind Hanzo, and gently wrapping his arms around Hanzo’s waist. He nuzzled his face up against Hanzo’s neck once more, laying down kiss after kiss.
While he didn’t often get to receive simple intimacy like this, Hanzo didn’t have much issue accepting it – now even more so.
Cassidy softly hummed against Hanzo’s neck, “Mind telling me your name after all this?” It was silly, really; the way Cassidy still didn’t know the name of the man he went to paradise and back with.
Hanzo took a deep breath. He wasn’t usually one to entertain one night stands with details far removed from what he and whatever guy he took on a given hookup were doing. But this felt different. Going into this he hadn’t any reason to expect anything beyond the ordinary for a quick fuck, but it was safe to say this turned out being neither quick, nor just sex.
“It’s Hanzo.”
“Mmmm… Hanzo.” Cassidy muttered back as he pulled himself closer against Hanzo. “Has a nice ring to it.”