July 2021 Drabble #1 (Patreon)

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Hanzo/? – Prissy bitch Hanzo gets fucked by an anon dude ( I was figuring maybe Roadhog/McCree/Reyes) who uses a special high-tech condom to make it feel super cold :)

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Hanzo grits his teeth, fist coming down hard against the mattress. The feeling of the icy cold cock sliding into his overheated body is… an acquired taste.

One he is too impatient to acquire; but his partner is unrelenting in making him take it. One of his large hands is gripping Hanzo’s hip while the other is pressing down between his shoulder blades. Holding him down. Forcing him to accept the ice cold dick spreading him wide and weirdly cooling his guts.

It makes the sweltering Summer heat in the room around them feel even worse for some reason.

Hanzo is sweating. It is dripping down the tip of his nose. He keeps swearing low and viciously but it does not sway the large man drilling into him from behind. His cock feels… impossibly huge with the ice cold condom.

Hanzo doesn’t want to get used to the feeling of the frozen length of dick sliding into his molten guts, and he doesn’t want to put in any work into kneeling in the first place. What he wants to do is get on his back and spread his legs and let his stud fuck him properly without any gimmick.

But he’s pinned to the bed and unable to move off of the feeling of his rim going numb with cold while the rest of his body feels like it is overheating.

His stud grunts deep and throaty every time they ram back into his body. They shift a little, the angle of the dicking changing minimally so the cold tip feels like it is nudging right against his stomach.

Hanzo hits his fist against the mattress again. And again. He feels like he has to claw his way out of his own skin. The abject cold in his intestines is beginning to make him feel swollen; like he’s fucked with a baseball bat instead of a cock, rubbing vaguely into everything that feels good but numbing the sensation at the same time.

He hates it. It keeps him right on the edge, jittery and in need of an orgasm so badly that he starts to bite down on the bedsheets just so he wouldn’t start begging.

He wouldn’t. He’d just pull through it and let the stud fuck him to orgasm. He wouldn’t succumb to a whining, pleading mess.

The icy cock slips out of him suddenly, instead hitting the insides of his sensitive thighs and making him jump like a rabbit if not for the hand still holding him down, pressing him into the bed and forcing him to accept what he’s given; and only what he’s given.

A warm thumb rubs over his rim, warming it up, making it tingly and weird. His insides begin to adjust to the sweltering heat outside the room, and the painful need to come recedes somewhat. Maybe now he’d finally get the dicking he’s been looking out for…