Early Access 2 of August: Fic Comp Vol. 14 (Patreon)

 Genji/Zenyatta – Age Difference; consensual non consent; Public Sex; Train Sex; Slut Shaming – You Want It Too 

They draw gazes no matter where they go. People turn to stare after the pair of them on the streets, and Genji does not know who is more interesting to them.

He, in a half cybernetic body, trodding along dutifully behind his Master, or Zenyatta – young and supple and so out of place looking around curiously and taking in a world beyond the monastery.

Maybe they think Genji is a pervert, stalking this young, innocent man.

The thought excites him way more than it should. It excites him that they think Zenyatta is cute and untouched; that he couldn’t harm a fly. And while it is true that is disposition is not suited to needless violence, they have no idea just how eagerly he follows along Genji’s schemes.

The train car they are in now is rather full but not overly so. They have squirrelled themselves away towards the back of the space, and nobody is paying them any mind other than sparing quick glances for Zenyatta’s naked chest and Genji’s cybernetic limbs showing through the holes of the muscle shirt he’s put on.

Genji has left his visor off, tucked away in their luggage. He likes when others see how much older he is than Zenyatta. How he could be his goddamn sugar daddy at this point, even though the young monk is so much wiser than him even with his twenty-odd years.

They sit next to each other. He can already feel his Master thrumming with energy where their elbows touch. He’d guess that Zenyatta were nervous, if he didn’t have such a nice view of the loose pants he favors to wear, which are awkwardly bulging across his eager erection currently.

Here, in his neediness, Zenyatta is as any other young man: very eager with little needed in terms of motivation. His nipples, even pudgy as they are with their tips hidden in the puffy flesh of the areola, look already… flushed. Swollen; like he pinched them earlier when he excused himself to use the little bathroom between train cars. The thought makes Genji’s heart beat faster, body warming and threatening to exude steam so he wouldn’t overheat. Zenyatta’s bare chest never fails to excite Genji.

He snakes an arm around his companion, hand curling around his waist. He fees how he jerks against him but doesn’t make a sound otherwise. They are staring resolutely at the heads in front of them. The door opens and more passengers stream in, filling the hall between the seats. 

One stands close enough to bump Genji on the other side. He lets his hand travel higher, unselfconsciously cupping Zenyatta’s chest as his Master squirms, elbow gently digging into his side.

“Genji…” he murmurs; chiding but gentle. They’ve already begun to play.

“Don’t be like that,” he answers, not caring to make his voice too quiet. It never fails to make Zenyatta shudder.

He pinches the soft areola between two fingers and rolls it mercilessly as Zenyatta squirms. As he watches across his shoulder, he can see the small, shy tip pop out due to the pressure, then sink back into the silky flesh the second he reduces the mean pinch.

Zenyatta gasps, plump mouth open, showing off a slip of his cherry red tongue. Genji wants to kiss him so badly; wants to hold his head and tongue fuck him until Zenyatta is glassy-eyed and breathless, drool slipping from the corner of his mouth.

Sexed-out.

Instead, however, Zenyatta pulls himself away from Genji, pressing himself into the corner of seat and wall. There is not enough room to put enough space between them, but he tries. 

“Genji.” Zenyatta levels him with a stern look even though his cheeks are a dull brick red of arousal and shame. “This is not the appropriate time nor place.”

“Shh,” Genji soothes. They are locked into the scant space of their seats now. The man next to him is turned towards the front of the car, but it would take little for him to just turn his head and see them. If they are loud enough, he could hear. “Don’t make a scene now. Come on.”

He slips an arm around Zenyatta’s shoulders, pulling him closer despite the monk’s vague struggling. It excites him to feel Zenyatta anything other than placid and happy to go along. It tickles something predatory in him; something he hadn’t felt in a long time. He feels like a cat that can play with their prey and the fact that Zenyatta is willing prey makes it so much better.

“How about you sit on Daddy’s lap, so we make a bit of room for others, hm?”

Zenyatta flushes darker, looks out the window. His docile round eyebrows are drawn together unwillingly. “Stop it, Genji… this is not funny.” 

Oh, but it is. Zenyatta’s fingers are clenched in Genji’s jeans, holding on for dear life, his slender chest rising and falling rapidly. Zenyatta is capable, but he’s a lightweight. It makes it easier to grab him and lift him enough for Genji to slide underneath. Have him sit squarely on his lap, round plump ass pressing into his feverish erection.

Zenyatta goes stiff, but the guy that had been standing next to Genji is already sliding into the vacated seat with a gruff Thanks.

Zenyatta’s loose pants are good at hiding what is going on; like how Genji fumbles with his zipper to get it down enough to let his cock spring out, long and sleek and dragging up the tantalizing dip of Zenyatta’s spine.

Zenyatta’s struggles have ceased now; he can’t be fighting it too much when the man is right next to them and there’s barely enough space as is without Genji’s elbow digging into his side.

“Hold on to the front seat,” Genji murmurs, pitching his voice a bit lower; making it sound rougher and closer to his age. He can see goosebumps along Zenyatta’s neck and shoulders as the monk reaches up slowly, long fingers curling around the rounded edges of the seat in front of him.

He sits eerily silent, seemingly paralyzed from shock as Genji’s fingers start working and searching beneath his ass, looking for the slit hidden within the folds of his pants. When he finds it, fingers sliding in cheekily and petting along the downy curve of Zenyatta’s ass, his Master gasps and and arches his back mildly; not much, but enough to make the man next to them glance over with a small frown on his face.

Zenyatta flushes darker and throws him a shaky smile. Genji is looking out the window, feigning nonchalant disinterest while his hands are discretely working; fingers testing how soft and ready Zenyatta is – his hole still well-fucked and pouty; buttery soft to the intrusion of his fingers… all the while his other hand is trying to slip his dick beneath and not get it caught within the folds of wide, airy fabric.

They’ve never done something so dangerous before. They’ve fucked in public, yes, but hidden away from the crowd; just playing with the concept of getting caught while Zenyatta bounces on his dick and gets his little cunt wrecked by dick.

They’ve never done it right next to an unsuspecting person, Zenyatta speared on cock and forced to sit very still; keep Genji’s dick nice and warm within his guts while sweat is breaking out along his temples and forehead, belly quivering with how deep Genji can reach like this; sitting still and having Zenyatta’s weight work the magic.

They try to be casual about it; rocking with the motion of the train, just a bit more than necessary to get a semblance of fucking going as the car around them is crowded and smelling of warm, human bodies.

Once, the man next to them gets shoved into Genji’s side, and murmurs an apology; the excitement of it all spiking so sharp and delicious that Genji almost comes then and there.

“Are you a monk?” the man suddenly pipes up, polite curiosity on his face as he studies Zenyatta, who is this close to panting like a dog, mouth open and tongue lolling. He looks flushed and sweaty and a bit out of breath but it is nothing unusual in close quarters such as these.

When Zenyatta does nothing but stare at him a bit dumb and vacant, Genji pinches him in the side, his cock flexing inside the squishy warmth of his guts out of sheer excitement of the situation.

“I… yes. Yes, I am.”

“Huh. You’re far from home, are you not? Don’t think there are any monasteries anywhere near here… You travelling with your boyfriend?” His eyes flick to Genji for a moment who grins at him placidly, sitting back and enjoying how Zenyatta heats noticeably up on his lap, nervously aroused by the fact that someone is talking to him while he’s speared on cock.

God, but Genji can’t wait for the bulk of them to leave. He wants to have Zenyatta bounce on his dick; have him fight to remain silent so nobody’ll look back towards them as he gets deep dicked and fucked silently, his whole body thrumming with neediness as Genji’s cock fills him up and drags along all those delicious spots that he can’t reach himself, no matter how long his fingers and nimble his body.

“Yes,” Zenyatta says, voice a bit faint and trembling; not like his usual smooth timbre, and Genji uses the moment to casually shift, hips angling up and fucking his wet dick just a tad deeper into him.

Zenyatta makes a strange sound that is somewhere between a gasp and a hiccup but the man does not seem to notice. He pulls him into a casual conversation, and Zenyatta, helpless, can do nothing but dutifully respond while his hole is spread wide on cock.