July 2024 Drabble #1 (Patreon)
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Roadhog/Lúcio – Dom/sub – Roadhog and Lúcio are on a tropical island getaway and Lúcio put on something ~cute~ for his big fat dom.
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Lúcio is still in their cabin when he hears the loud sloshing of water. His head jerks around, eyes fixed on the sight through the little kitchen window of Roadhog standing out of the pool and making his laborious way out and over toward the specialty loungers.
The water level of the pool is drastically lower, pumps working overtime to fill the space back up now that the huge man has left.
There’s… a lot of skin. Glistening wet, fat and muscles wobbling as Mako moves toward the loungers made to withstand the immense weight of a man of his dimensions.
Lúcio jerks back into himself once he feels ice cold liquid dribbling over his knuckles. He looks down, sees that he’s holding one of the cocktails he’s made dangerously askew, and rights it hectically.
He puts their drinks onto a tray and then makes his way outside. He’d been wanting to bathe with Hog, but this is also… really good. Watching the water slowly dry from his skin and all those muscles on display…
Lúcio just likes watching his Dom. He’s so big and powerful and makes Lúcio feel like he could break him in half without even trying-
“I made us some drinks,” he says softly, placing the tray onto the little side table.
Mako grunts softly. He’s still breathing heavily from the movement out of the water and onto the lounger, but when he turns his head and his small beady eyes land on Lúcio, he seems to start breathing for a wholly different reason.
“...Cute,” he grunts with that deep voice. He extends one hand, his palm upward so Lúcio can put his own fingers into it and twirl for the other.
He feels cute too, wearing hot pink little swim trunks and the breathy silk collar that Mako has put around his neck for the duration of their stay on the incredibly hot island.
He could have put it on thicker; maybe wear a tiny bra as well just to make himself look more girly… but the way Mako’s eyes glitter and his nostrils flare, he is more than appreciative of his current look.
“...Cute little froggy,” Roadhog breathes and pulls Lúcio closer with the grip he has on his hand. He reaches for him with the other too, grasping one of his thighs and gently squeezing with his fat sausage fingers. One fingertip slightly slips into the elastic leg hole of Lúcio’s swimwear. “Did you cut up the melon?”
Lúcio shudders, fine goosebumps spreading over his body as his heart pumps faster.
“I did, sir,” he replies obediently.
Mako smirks, moving his thick thumb over to gently brush across Lúcio’s cock.
“Good boy. Why don’t you go and fetch it? I am hungry.”
Lúcio wheezes softly, turning on suddenly wobbly legs and nearly falling over his own feet in his haste to get back into the cabin and get the large bowl with watermelon cubes that he has sitting in the fridge. He’s sure Mako will want him to feed it to him piece by piece… and he can’t get back out with it fast enough.