Patreon Compilation – Fic#136 – Blast From The Past! (Patreon)

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Readable for all tiers this time :)

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This blast from the past is Patreon Comp Fic#3! Please enjoy this Reinhardt/Angelo :)

Talon!Reinhardt; mindbreak; cockwarming; feelings – Reinhardt got his fingers on Angelo who has learned very quickly how to keep his head down and minimize the destruction. Reinhardt is... fascinated despite himself.

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Reinhardt shifts minimally in his chair, scooting back, then thinking better of it and pushing back forward into the warm, silky clench around his dick. There’s absolute silence in the room other than the chair groaning beneath his massive weight.

The contracts on his desk have started to bore him, and it becomes more difficult to focus on one of Maximilian’s new schemes when he has a little toy that is just waiting to be played with.

He’s been awfully good lately; especially today as he’s been made to stay in an awkward half-crouch, bent painfully beneath the desk, all so that his ass is at the perfect level for Reinhardt to use as he sees fit.

It’s been almost one and a half hours and there’s been not a peep of discomfort from his pet.

Reinhardt hums and reaches for the lube dispenser on his desk. He squirts some on the tips of his fingers and reaches beneath the desk without looking.

He can feel a bit of life coming back into his pet when he starts gently wetting the rim stretched tight around his dick. He’s been doing it sporadically; making sure everything stays nice and slick as he stuffs his toy’s guts with dick.

His insides tremble much like that tender little muscle Reinhardt is touching now. They squeeze down on him, though only weakly. He has to be absolutely fatigued by now. Reinhardt considers the pros and cons of working until Angelo just has to give up and disobey direct orders by crumbling to the floor, and directly provoking the little mindless sex toy to be bad.

In the end, he decides for the latter. Maximilian can wait a couple more days – Reinhardt is not interested in the politicians he has singled out this time, anyway.

He thumbs experimentally at Angelo’s rim with more intent, his cock flexing and coming back to life from it’s half-soft state. His pet does not immediately seem to realize the change, but when he does, he shudders bodily, the warm little hole starting to clench and tremble once more.

It’s been easier for him to ignore Reinhardt’s girth as it has been softer than usual, but there’s no way he can pretend not to feel it when he’s hard and throbbing once more, pressing against the silky walls of his intestines.

He stays still like a good boy – right until Reinhardt’s thumb starts pressing more, the tip of it starting to slip between cock and rim, threatening to spread him even wider.

Angelo gasps softly beneath the desk. There’s a slight thump as he rocks away from the stretch and ostensibly hits his head against the wood of Reinhardt’s large desk.

“Did I hear a complaint?” he drawls slowly, deliberately. Angelo stays quiet; he’s learned infuriatingly quickly which questions to answer and which not. Maybe Reinhardt should shake things up a bit. Give him no way out of a punishment.

It would prove amusing, he’s sure. The little bird looks like he’s prone to tears, though he hasn’t cried much since in Reinhardt’s possession. He’d like to change that; and making his position with Reinhardt more uncomfortable would surely do the trick.

Reinhardt pushes deeper, letting his thumb slip into Angelo alongside his cock just to feel the tender rim struggle, squeezing desperately to keep him out. There’s the faint sound of his breathing from beneath the desk; soft and wet and labored.

He finally crumbles when Reinhardt tries to fuck him like that; dragging his thumb out to push it back in. Angelo’s knees give out and he slips off of the digit and the fat cock lodged in his belly with a soft, ragged cry.

Reinhardt grins and pushes slowly back in his chair. He schools his face into anger as he peeks beneath the desk to look at the mess he’s made. Angelo is sprawled on his front, his ass still humorously sticking in the air, hole a butter soft, raw looking gape.

“What’s that, now? Did I tell you to stop?”

Angelo tries to push himself up on shaking arms. He does not look frightened – not excessively so – so it has been the fatigue that has him struggling to drag himself around to face Reinhardt. He is not looking at his face, staring at the soft carpet underneath him.

“I’m sorry, sir,” he whispers.

He’s become so good. Two months in Reinhardt’s care, and the defiant Overwatch Doctor has become such a good little fuck slut. It has not been difficult to break his spirit and make him obedient. A few days, maybe weeks of intense… care… have been enough to change the way his wires cross.

It’s enough to make Reinhardt feel a bit… mushy, looking at him. How pale he’s gotten beneath his dark skin, how his docile brown eyes glance longingly at his cock while one of his hands wanders between his thighs, carefully touching his raw, aching rim. Maybe stuffing the loose gape that Reinhardt has left, though his long, graceful fingers wouldn’t be enough. Not nearly.

“Come here,” Reinhardt says, voice gruff but for different reasons than Angelo might think. He has one hand around his cock, holding it up towards his pet, and Angelo does not need to be told what to do. It takes longer than usual for him to be in position. He’s shaking all over, and Reinhardt has no doubt that his joints have to be aching something fierce after being locked in the same position for so long.

He watches as Angelo’s head eagerly dives down, his soft lips first kissing the fat glans before his warm, eager tongue darts out to give it kitten licks.

No, it has not been difficult to get this one addicted to cocks, and watching him now basically make love to the very same dick that’s causing him pain on the regular when he’s getting fucked on way too little preparation and care has Reinhardt feel strangely… conflicted.

He reaches for Angelo, one big hand fisting in his white hair. He pulls him back rudely and watches his earnest, handsome face crumble as he’s dragged too far away for his outstretched tongue to reach Reinhardt’s cock. He looks heartbroken.

Reinhardt scowls fiercely and stands abruptly. He drags Angelo with him like a caveman, listening to him softly cry out at the pain of being pulled across the floor by his hair. His cock is bobbing awkwardly in front of him as if showing the way towards the large bed in the other room. He is still fully clothed, and a part of him yearns to feel his pets warm skin against him which is precisely why he does not get naked as he throws Angelo against the side of the bed and watches him try to gather autonomy over his fatigued limbs as he struggles to get up on the bed.

He does reach up and loosens his tie somewhat as he watches the good Doctor with a darkening scowl as he realizes how warm his belly and chest become when he sees how eager he is, glancing at him again and again as he tries to find out which position Reinhard would enjoy most right now.

Reinhardt looks down on him, standing at the side of the bed, slowly stroking his cock. He lets the anxiety mount in Angelo just because he can, then reaches for him and grabs him by the ankle.

He manhandles him around roughly and Angelo goes limp for him; just lets him do as he pleases.

When he has him on his back, ankles held in both hands, legs spread in the air like a whore, Angelo just looks up at him with a sick kind of trust.

It makes Reinhardt feel… he does not know. He scowls fiercely, then pulls his pet on his cock. He fucks like a man possessed, leaning over Angelo, overbearing and folding him almost in half. He must be way too heavy for him to even breathe properly, but as he punishingly fucks into him, cock sliding so deep he has to feel it in his belly, using the loose gape of his hole to his heart’s content, Angelo just sobs.

It does not sound pained.

His hands, previously curled kitten-like against his shoulders, carefully reach for Reinhardt. They curl around his shoulder and the back of his neck and hold on as he gets used like a sex doll, whining along.

He’s vocal; just as Reinhardt has taught him. Showing him how much he loves the abuse.

Reinhardt’s cock surges in Angelo’s hot, silky insides. He can feel him clenching down, trembling, hugging his dick, trying to pull him deeper.

Reinhardt grits his teeth and closes his eyes, not looking at his toy, but it does not help against Angelo suddenly speaking; soft and a bit whiny as he begs for Reinhardt’s dick. To give it to him harder and faster.

“Use me, please,” Angelo begs, holding on to Reinhardt, trembling and on the edge.

Reinhardt forgets about all his earlier musings to punish him as his head tilts forward and into Angelo’s neck, mouthing at the silky, sweaty skin there as his thrusts become less mad and more precise.

Not only looking to take pleasure, but to give it, too.

Angelo rewards him with a guttural cry of ecstasy and Reinhardt shudders.