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hanzo stared at the ceiling, his thighs pressed together tight enough to make his muscles tremble. the sheets were a mess beneath him, kicked into twisted piles hours ago when he first rolled onto his back with a frustrated sigh. his fingers had been inside him twice already. once slow, once rough.
but neither time did anything but leave him panting and more desperate than before.
he whined, high and thin in the back of his throat, before flipping onto his stomach and grinding down against the mattress. the friction was dull, unsatisfying, and he groaned into his pillow, biting the fabric like that might help. it didn’t. nothing did.
his phone was face-down on the nightstand. he grabbed it without looking, thumbing through his contacts with shaky hands until he found cowboy ♥︎. the call connected after three rings, and cole’s voice came through, tinny and distracted. "hey, darlin’. everythin’ alright?"
hanzo swallowed. his thighs were still pressed tight, his cunt aching. "yes," he lied, voice too soft. "just… wanted to hear you."
cole hummed, and hanzo could picture him leaning against some crate, half in his armor, half out, probably playing around with his revolver by the sound of the barrel clicking out and in over the line. "miss me that bad, huh?"
hanzo didn’t answer. instead, he let his fingers drift down his stomach, slipping beneath the hem of his tee. the fabric was damp with sweat.
"talk to me, sweetheart," cole said, oblivious. "what’re you doin’ right now?"
hanzo bit his lip hard. "nothing.." he murmured, but his fingers were already pressing between his legs, teasing slow circles over his clit.
cole kept talking. about the mission, about null sector, about how tired he was. and hanzo let his eyes fall shut, his breath hitching as he rubbed himself in little, desperate strokes. it wasn’t enough. it was never enough without cole’s hands on him, without his cock inside him.
a soft whimper escaped him, and cole paused mid-sentence. "hanzo?"
hanzo didn’t stop. couldn’t. his fingers dipped lower, sliding through wetness, and the slick sound was embarrassingly loud in the quiet of the bedroom.
cole went silent for a long moment. then, his voice dropped, rough and knowing. "can’t even cum without me, huh?"
hanzo’s fingers stilled. his face burned.
"that what this is?" cole pressed, low and amused. "you called me up just to rub one out?"
hanzo opened his mouth, but all that came out was another whine, shaky and pathetic.
cole chuckled. "god, you’re fuckin’ adorable."
hanzo squeezed his thighs together tighter. "cole—"
"i know, i know," cole murmured. "you’re all worked up, ain’tcha?"
hanzo nodded, then remembered cole couldn’t see him. "yes," he admitted, voice cracking.
cole exhaled, slow and heavy. "alright, darlin’. let’s fix that."
hanzo’s breath caught.
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"tell me what you’re doin’," cole said, his tone shifting into something darker. "right now."
hanzo swallowed. "touching myself," he whispered.
"where?"
hanzo’s fingers twitched against his clit. "my… c.. cunt.."
cole made a soft, approving noise. "good. keep goin’."
hanzo’s fingers trembled, but he obeyed, rubbing slow circles over his clit just the way cole liked to do it—gentle at first, then firmer, until his hips jerked up off the mattress with a choked-off moan. "f-fuck—"
"that’s it," cole murmured, voice thick. "sound so pretty for me."
hanzo whimpered, his free hand fisting the sheets as he spread his legs wider, giving himself more room to work. the wet sounds were obscene, but cole didn’t seem to mind—in fact, hanzo could hear the faint rustle of fabric on the other end of the line, the telltale shift of someone adjusting their stance.
"you.. you are touchin’ yourself too?" hanzo gasped, suddenly desperate to know.
cole chuckled, low and warm. "might be. you wanna hear it?"
hanzo nodded frantically before remembering cole couldn’t see him. "yes," he breathed. "please."
there was a pause, then the unmistakable sound of a zipper being pulled down. hanzo’s cunt clenched around nothing at the noise, his fingers running lower to press against his slippery entrance.
"god, wish you could see this," cole groaned, his voice rougher now, more strained. "got my hand wrapped around my cock, thinkin’ about you. about how tight you feel when you’re ridin’ me."
hanzo moaned, high and broken, as he pushed two fingers inside himself, curling them just right. it wasn’t enough—not nearly enough—but the stretch was sweet, the pressure just shy of what he needed. "cole," he whined, "i can’t—i need—"
"i know," cole soothed, though his own breath was coming faster now, uneven. "you wanna cum for me, sweetheart?"
hanzo nodded uselessly, his fingers moving faster, fucking into himself with shallow, frantic thrusts. "yes, yes—"
"too damn bad," cole growled, voice rough with amusement. the words hit hanzo like a bucket of ice water. his fingers froze inside himself, his thighs trembling with the effort to keep still. "cole," he whined, high and desperate, "please—"
"uh-uh," cole murmured, and hanzo could hear the smirk in his voice. "you called me up, sweetheart. you don’t get to cum till i say so."
hanzo’s cunt clenched around his fingers, aching with the denial. he bit his lip hard enough to bruise, his hips twitching up into his own touch like they could override cole’s command. "you’re cruel," he gasped, but his voice was shaking, weak with want.
cole chuckled, low and dark. "you love it."
hanzo couldn’t argue. not when his body was thrumming with need, not when every inch of him was wound tight around the sound of cole’s voice. he whimpered, his fingers pressing deeper inside himself, but he didn’t move, didn’t dare. "cole," he breathed, "i can’t—"
"you can," cole interrupted, his tone shifting into something softer, almost reassuring. "just hold still for me, darlin’. let me hear you."
hanzo squeezed his eyes shut, his chest heaving. the pressure was unbearable. his clit throbbed, his cunt dripped, and all he could do was lie there, trembling, while cole’s breaths filled his ears.
"good boy," cole murmured, and hanzo nearly sobbed at the praise. "now tell me—you wanna cum that bad?"
hanzo nodded frantically, his fingers twitching inside himself. "yes," he choked out. "please, cole, i need it—"
"then beg," cole said, his voice dropping into something husky, something hungry. "let me hear how bad you want it."
hanzo’s face burned, but his body was beyond shame. "please," he whined, his voice cracking. "please, let me cum—i need it, i need you—"
cole groaned, the sound ragged. "fuck, sweetheart—"
hanzo’s fingers moved before he could stop them, fucking into himself with desperate, uneven thrusts. "i can’t—i can’t wait—"
"alright," cole relented, his voice rough. "alright, go on—cum for me."
hanzo’s body seized. his back arched off the mattress, his thighs shaking as pleasure crashed over him in waves. his cunt clenched around his fingers, his moan loud and broken, and distantly, he heard cole’s sharp intake of breath, the wet sound of skin on skin.
"that’s it," cole panted, his voice strained. "you sound so fuckin’ pretty."
hanzo whimpered, his hips stuttering through the aftershocks, his fingers still working himself lazily, drawing out every last bit of pleasure. "cole," he sighed, boneless and spent.
"yeah, darlin’," cole murmured, his breath uneven. "i got you."
hanzo let his hand fall away from his cunt, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. he could hear cole’s quiet groans on the other end of the line, the slick sounds of his own hand moving, and the thought of it. cole, stroking himself to the sound of hanzo’s voice. it made his already spent body twitch with interest.
"you close?" hanzo asked, his voice hoarse.
cole chuckled, breathless. "hell yeah."
hanzo smiled, slow and satisfied. "good."
a beat of silence. then cole groaned, low and ragged, and hanzo bit his lip at the sound, his cunt pulsing weakly. "fuck," cole hissed, "hanzo—"
hanzo closed his eyes, listening to cole’s harsh breaths, the way his voice cracked on hanzo’s name. it was almost enough to make him want to go again—almost.
"miss you," hanzo murmured, suddenly soft.
cole exhaled, shaky. "miss you too, darlin’."
hanzo curled onto his side, tucking the phone against his ear. "come home soon."
cole’s voice was warm, fond even.
"workin’ on it, beautiful." 𖹭