June 2024 Drabble #2 (Patreon)

Cole/Reinhardt – swimwear kink – Reinhardt realizes that Cassidy has aged like fine wine over the many years and he is going absolutely feral for that thick hairy dad bod look.

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When Cassidy had first joined their organization some… oh dear… thirty years ago? Fourty? Reinhardt had not taken much notice of him. They’d been in different sections for most of the time and he hasn’t really been pinging on his radar beyond ‘a very nice fellow’.

That changes now as he makes his way toward the base’s pool area and hears both the delighted and horrified screeches of their female colleagues. He pushes the doors open just to see their younger members the likes of Tracer, Mei and Hana in a pool, playfully cowering before the sight of Cassidy who planted himself in front of them, his hands on his hips.

“Cassidy! Put something on, for God’s sake!” Tracer exclaims but there’s a huge grin on her face.

“What’re you talkin’ about? I’m wearin’ plenty to be going into a pool.”

Reinhardt doesn’t know if he agrees with that statement… but he certainly does not want the other to put on anything more than… whatever that is. He has no idea what his front looks like, but the back certainly is a vision.

Cassidy has aged like fine wine; he’s grown into all those gangly limbs he’s had all those years ago and put on some meat and fur.

Whatever that is he’s wearing, it has transformed into what Reinhardt assumes is a thong, cutting deep into the fat on Cole’s hips and completely vanishing between his hairy cheeks.

“Oh my Goood look at Reinhardt’s face! He looks like he’s gonna eat him right up!”

Hana’s screech is positively delighted as she waves her arm to point behind Cassidy.

Cole turns halfway to peer behind him, grinning crookedly at Reinhardt and tipping a hat that he is, for once, not wearing. God, he’s wearing so little. His hips aren’t in profile but his chest is, mostly, and Reinhardt hadn’t even been aware of those wonderful hairy tits the other got.

“Comin’ to even out the numbers?” Cassidy croons in that low caramel voice.

Reinhardt cleans his throat but before he can reply, Tracer is pulling herself out of the pool.

“Oh no! Nu-uh! This was all fun an’ games an’ everything but I’ll leave you gents to… that. Yeah. Don’t need to be watchin. Come, Mei- Hana… Hana come!”

“Wait what? Why? I wanna see those two bears get at it!”

Cassidy’s crooked grin is starting to stretch out as he watches Mei and Tracer start to drag a protesting Hana behind themselves. He finally turns completely to stare at Reinhardt, the square tipped fingers of his remaining hand slowly scratching through the thick fur growing on his gut.

“Well I was about to protest the ladies… but ya do look mighty hungry right there, old friend.”

“Oh,” Reinhardt says softly, his eyes dropping to the massive bulge hardly contained in Cassidy’s swimwear. “You have no idea, my friend.”