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Ahegao; Gaping; Public Sex; Restraints; Sub!Hanzo; Dom!Reinhardt – Giving Them A Show

Hanzo is a curious creature – he craves being watched as much as he loathes it, and despite their long talks beforehand, he spends a good ten minutes at the beginning of their show to squirm and scowl.

He tests what he can get away with as the crowd watches on, bemused, and while Reinhardt is a notoriously lenient Dominant, he does have to put his foot down eventually.

It only takes some thick cuffs binding Hanzo’s forearms together behind his back to get him to finally calm down. It’s not that he’s against what’s happening, after all – he just wants to be bullied into it a bit; doesn’t want to seem too eager to show off what he’s been trained for… and as per usual, Reinhardt indulges him.

He loves Hanzo and his quirky little moods… and he can’t deny that it does get him hot and bothered to see the muscles flex beneath Hanzo’s skin, his legs straining in the spreader bar as he shifts to find a comfortable place on the bench he’s been draped across.

The party is going on around them as Reinhardt prepares him, thick fingers fucking in deep and slow, the palm of the other hand spread out on Hanzo’s back between his shoulder blades to hold him down and ground him.

It is a classy affair, as far as bondage parties go; the music is quiet enough so the ones closest to the round little stage can hear the wet sounds of Reinhardt’s thick fingers fucking into Hanzo; an obscene squelching that is punctuated by Hanzo’s open-mouthed panting, his dark eyes glassy and liquid looking.

He’d be already out of it; already letting his tongue loll out as he’s arching his back into the insane stretch of four of Reinhardt’s fingers, but the unfamiliar air of their surroundings has him a bit cautious still. Still hanging on to some kind of feeling of shame, cheeks flushing a ruddy dark red when one or the other guest idly comes up to the stage and looks directly into his eyes.

He wants to avert his gaze, then, but doesn’t. His pride won’t let him and leaves him looking almost petulantly into their face as they sip on a fruit drink while Reinhardt slowly, patiently strokes his warm, wet insides with big fingertips that are rough from battle but can be so gentle when spreading Hanzo open to his very limits. Sparks of sharp pleasure zing up his spine whenever the thick knuckles breach him as Reinhardt is giving him a good, deep fuck.

It is disorienting, being on display in the middle of a room; having strangers idling around them, close enough that they could touch him if they just reached out…

They don’t; nobody violates the rules, but Hanzo finds himself wanting them to. Wanting to be the warm, trembling center of a group fuck, hands touching and pulling everywhere, being intrusive and a bit rough…

Reinhardt’s big hand curls around his top knot and pull his head back. Hanzo registers it with a wet gasp, body trembling, thighs feeling so weak – he’s never even realized how close he’s gotten to a climax until his body is empty, well-stretched muscles trying to weakly clamp down on nothing while his nipples are painfully tight and his toes are tingling. His orgasm is just there but still out of reach.

He stares up into Reinhardt’s face with a bleary look, the face of his Dominant a bit blurry as sudden tears of frustration itch at the corners of his eyes. He whines up at him, unthinking, and somewhere to his right someone chuckles and murmurs “Look! How cute…”

It makes his body heat with an irregular blush, but Reinhardt’s thick fingers idly scratching beneath his chin has his attention zero in on his Dominant, pupils blowing wide as he struggles to understand what is being said to him.

.o.

Reinhardt can see how difficult it is getting for Hanzo to focus on anything but the ache between his legs and the need thrumming through him. The party goers around them are slowly flocking closer, standing in an ever tightening ring around them. Feeling, instinctively probably, how ready Hanzo is to put things into motion.

“Are you ready?” Reinhardt murmurs. Hanzo starts to nod, but gets stuck half-way, eyes having suddenly found Reinhardt’s cock hanging out of his pants, drooping beneath its own blood-filled weight.

Reinhardt smirks, watching as the cogs in Hanzo’s head seem to stall, mouth getting soft and dropping open in a mesmerized little ‘o’. Like he’s never seen Reinhardt’s cock before. Reinhardt indulges him, holding his head steady with the fist he got around his top knot, then lifting his cock with another big fist, making sure only the tip is accessible to Hanzo’s greedy, wet mouth. 

As Hanzo’s warm tongue drags sloppily across the crown, trying to dip into the slit he finds there, Reinhardt’s eyes track the room and the faces around them; some flushed right alongside Hanzo, others quietly interested.

He swallows down his nerves and gently tugs on Hanzo’s hair to drag him away from his cock that he’s already messing up with too much spit in his eagerness to taste.

“Calm now,” he murmurs, letting go of his cock and dragging big, blunt fingertips along his cheek before walking behind him.

Truth is, Reinhardt is not really an exhibitionist. He gets quiet and a bit embarrassed when his cock is out for strangers to see – but Hanzo enjoys showing off, and every once in a while Reinhardt will indulge this particular kink.

Like now, when he pauses in shuffling behind Hanzo, and instead spreads his cheeks for the viewing benefit of those standing behind him; let them see how open his hole is, rim wet and flushed and butter soft looking while Hanzo angles his ass up as much as he can and bites at the round, padded edge of the bench he’s draped across.

As they look on, fascinated and turned on, Reinhardt lets them see how well he can take two of his fingers, then three; pumps them into his warm, trembling body, fingertips dragging along the silky, wet walls of his intestines.

He can see Hanzo’s fingers curling in response, wiggling, restless as he vaguely struggles against his bindings, his breath coming in loud little bursts that make the hairs on Reinhardt’s arms stand on end, his own heart rate picking up with excitement. He knows his submissive inside-out; knows he’s already close to coming in front of their audience with so little as his ripe, plump prostate tickled by Reinhardt…

When he finally slips behind him, he can’t help but test out the waters still, holding his cock in one big fist and letting the crown tap with a meaty, wet sound against Hanzo’s hole. The motion seems to go like a shockwave through his whole body, his head thrown back, a pathetic, thin whine trembling out of his throat.

Around them, the music has stopped and everything is so very quiet except for the occasional clinking of glasses. Reinhardt can feel sweat spring up on the back of his neck. He wants to rub a big hand along Hanzo’s back and murmur words of encouragement, but under the scrutiny of the strangers he can’t make himself talk.

The great Reinhardt Wilhelm cowed from so little as a bit of exhibitionism…

He squeezes Hanzo’s hip in his free hand, then finally, finally starts pushing in. The glide is smooth and slow. Hanzo is gurgling wordlessly, his legs restless as he shifts and changes the placement of his feet again and again as much as the spreader bar allows.

He still feels like he has to accommodate the sheer girth of Reinhardt’s cock, but that feeling will dissipate soon enough. He always fights it a bit in the beginning. The sheer mass spreading him open slowly, carefully, Reinhardt rocking into that welcoming butter soft hole, eyes going half-mast as he makes Hanzo take it.

It always feels like it is not going to fit, that this time it will be too big – but Hanzo accepts it eventually. He always does. Reinhardt can see his face in the mirror on the wall, just about visible between two onlookers. His cheeks are blotchy red, eyelids fluttering-

And then Reinhardt is as deep as he can get, coarse pubes scratching against Hanzo’s ass, cock cushioned by his submissive’s body all around. Everything is hot and silky, Hanzo’s insides twitching helplessly around the massive intruder. He can feel his heartbeat flutter all around his cock, quick like a hummingbird.

He starts moving, hips pumping slowly, pulling back just a few inches before shoving back in, and somewhere to his right a choked voice rasps “Damn…” which is as embarrassing as it is boosting his ego.

Hanzo’s mouth is dropping open slowly, he can see it in the mirror. He wishes he had put on his glasses so he could see it in more detail. How Hanzo is unravelling for all of them in time with Reinhardt’s pace picking up. He needs to take a while, allow Hanzo’s body to completely adjust and accept, but eventually he can fuck into his belly roughly, every thrust topped by a chest deep growl he can’t hold back.

Hanzo’s tongue is lolling, his shoulders tense and hands curled into tight fists. The people around them seem to awaken from their stupor. They shift restlessly like a tide, murmuring amongst themselves. The air in the room seems to change. Becomes charged and hot. Reinhardt starts sweating, slows his thrusts down so he can claw at the tie he’s wearing. Pop open some buttons of the shirt that is clinging to dear life on his broad frame.

He can only get glimpses of Hanzo’s face now, the mirror more often than not obscured by one patron or another. His eyes are heavy lidded and glassy. He’s drooling.

Reinhardt gets swept up in the energy of the room. He finds himself looking forward to pulling out after unloading deep in his submissive’s guts. Wants to show them the obscene gape of Hanzo’s hole after it has been opened up by his dick.

He wants to show off the red, velvety insides. How well his cream looks slowly dripping from him.

He wants to fuck an orgasm out of him first, though. Feels like maybe today he’ll be able to come on hands free and on command. They’re still working on it; but Hanzo is always eager. Always so good at obeying.

And today, for them, he just might do it.