Patreon Compilation – Fic #45 – Reaper/Hanzo – dad!Reaper; jailbait!Hanzo; slutty!Hanzo – First Or Last... It Doesn't Matter (Patreon)

Gabriel is not surprised when the door to his study opens in the middle of the night. He does not look up to the intruder, keeping his head low and bend over the documents he is currently looking through, a glass of admittedly cheap liquor next to his wrist.

He pretends like he is still engrossed in the numbers on the paper, but he is listening to the soft steps that are coming closer.

It can’t be Jesse; he’s never been quiet in his entire life, and there is no need for him to sneak anyway, so that only leaves one other option. He’s thought he might have been imagining the looks these past months… thought maybe it was just him being a dirty old man that needs to empty his balls to get the little minx out of his thoughts – but maybe he’s not been that far off center after all.

The liquor is burning through his body. He could afford more expensive alcohol, of course, but nothing quite dulls the mind like a bottle of cheap Schnaps that he’ll be able to feel (and regret) the entire day tomorrow.

“Mr. Reyes…”

Ah… there it is. Gabriel pretends like he is surprised. He lifts his head and blinks at Hanzo. He’s a cute boy. Intelligent. Older than Jesse. He’s not sure why they are friends but it seems to work out. Hanzo is here most nights of the week at this point but Gabriel is not exactly complaining.

He’s eye-candy, especially now in just a pair sleep-shorts.

Gabriel tries not to let his eyes wander, but Hanzo is walking closer and sashaying his hips as if he had any curves. The little slut wants him to look.

“Hanzo,” he says slowly. “It’s two in the morning, buddy. Can I help you?”

Hanzo’s eyes are something that Gabriel has been wary of from the very beginning. They are dark as night and disturbingly ruthless for a teen his age. The sly way he catches them staring at him sometimes makes him feel equal parts disturbed and unhappy. It makes him wonder just why Hanzo prefers to spend most of his nights here with Gabriel and Jesse instead of his even wealthier family on the other side of town.

He doesn’t think he wants to dip his toe into that, though.

“Jesse snores,” Hanzo says simply; like it is a new development and he hasn’t known since the first night he’s spent here. He stares at Gabriel unblinkingly, slowly lifting one hand and brushing his ink black hair back over his shoulder; pretending like it is a coincidence that his right nipple is now on display.

Gabriel’s eyes twitch down after all, staring at it. It is pink like the kid’s lips and delightfully pudgy. He swallows hard and realizes his throat is dry. He grabs for his booze and takes a small sip.

He’s a good man – at least he fancies himself as one. He is not hot for the friends of his son and is not getting a boner staring at their pudgy, delicious looking nipples.

He is not.

“Well, that-”

“Can I stay with you?”

Gabriel slowly blinks at Hanzo, and Hanzo looks back seemingly without emotion. His face is like a beautiful mask, except for when his eyes twinkle like the devil’s. And then he cocks his head slightly and smiles so knowingly that something ugly in Gabriel rears its head.

His pulse seems to slow into a crawl, heart thumping slow and calm in his chest as he sets his pen down and leans back, slowly looking Hanzo up and down.

The kid seems to feel the change in his demeanor because his facade immediately starts to crack.

Not yet the cool little yakuza that he thought he was.

“I don’t think that’d be a good idea,” he drawls slowly. “Why don’t you go back and see whether you can’t sleep after all, hm? Little boys do need their sleep… So they don’t come up with… bad… ideas.”

Hanzo’s mouth opens in a tiny little ‘o’ that Gabriel wants to stuff his cock into. His black eyebrows twitch and pull down. He seems to not have anticipated Gabriel actually saying ‘no’ to him.

The spoiled little prince.

Instead of turning on his heel and fleeing in mortification that he has been rejected, Hanzo doubles down and takes a few more steps towards Gabriel. Inadvertently, Gabriel focuses on just how skinny the kid’s legs are. He finds himself wondering how they would look wrapped around his sturdy hips, holding on for dear life as he plows Hanzo’s peachy virgin hole open.

“But I’ve tried the whole time and I just can’t sleep,” he insists. He reaches an arm up again and curls it behind his head, making a show out of gathering his hair as if he needs to stretch his muscles and is not blatantly showing off the few dark hairs growing under his arm. Like he’s proud of it.

He’s naked everywhere; shockingly so, and there is a moment of clarity in which Gabriel blinks profusely and wonders what the fuck he is doing, but then Hanzo is slipping fingertips beneath the waistband of his shorts and his brain short circuits again because the little slut is pulling it down just enough to let Gabriel see the base of his cock.

“Please, Mr. Reyes,” Hanzo suddenly says, his voice so different to before; sweet and flirty; a little sing-song as he starts rounding Gabriel’s desk and nudges his shorts down just a bit farther still to let him see how naked his dick is as well; how cute and slim the shaft is… so different to the fat cock that he’s so desperately vying for.

“Oh my God,” Gabriel rasps and drags a hand across his face to rub at his aching eyes. He is too drunk for this. Too drunk for a little yakuza slut to gag for his cock. It is the middle of the night and Jesse is out like a light. There is nobody to save him from Hanzo and whatever thirsty thing is going on in his brain.

When he blearily blinks up again, he can see the smug glint in those dark cat eyes, and a switch is being flipped.

Gabriel sneers at this little boy standing in front of him, looking like he thinks he’s a villain mastermind or some shit.

“You think you know how to play with proper cocks?” he asks even though he knows he shouldn’t, but… fuck it. Fuck everything. Fuck this little whore in particular.

He leans back and spreads his legs; starts working on his belt and the fly of his jeans while he tells him gruffly to ‘get on your knees and open up.’

Hanzo looks triumphant right about until the moment Gabriel drags his cock out. The smug grin slides right off of his pretty little face, then. He probably hasn’t expected just how big a proper dick is. He looks about ready to backpaddle, but Gabriel reaches out and grabs his silky long hair – just the way he’s imagined himself doing the past few weeks if he is being honest… imagined it doing while lying in his lonely bed and grunt fucking his fist – and roughly pulls him closer.

“I…” Hanzo starts, then stops on a soft gasp when Gabriel rudely slaps his cock against his smooth little cheeks, wiping the tip against Hanzo’s forehead.

“You what?” Gabriel croons, dragging Hanzo closer still and mashing his face against his balls; making sure his nose is digging into the fragrant crease between his cock and his sac. “You like the smell of a musky dick? Yeah, I knew… You were begging for it, after all.”

Hanzo makes a soft, choked noise. Gabriel is not sure if he is being too rough, or if the kid is about to gag, or if he thoroughly enjoys what is happening, but he honestly doesn’t care one fucking bit. Hanzo is a mean little bitch at the best of times. He’s not quite sure why Jesse is friends with him, but if the little whore puts out for his son as well then he can understand it a little better at least.

Hanzo might be struggling, but he’s also opening his mouth up wide, sticking out a little pink tongue that looks as soft as velvet. Gabriel slaps his cock against it. He wonders how many dicks Hanzo has sucked.

He wonders just what goes on in that ruthless, pretty head of his.

He grabs his head with both hands and pulls him down on his cock until he can feel the edges of his teeth and feel him gag around his cock. His nose starts running immediately, and when Gabriel drags him back up to tell him to watch the teeth, his eyes are full of tears; but he does make an effort to keep them away from Gabriel’s cock the next time he chokes him on it and rough fucks his throat.

He is still not sure how many cocks Hanzo has sucked; could be his first, could be his thousandth… He doesn’t need much skill in offering up his throat like a tight sleeve.

Gabriel is thankful anyway. He hasn’t had a warm hole in way too long, and a needy baby slut like this is the perfect way to empty his balls.