Extension March 2023 Drabble #2 (Patreon)

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Hanzo/OC – Hanzo is playing a dangerous game... can he take it to the end or will the tables be turned on him?

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As Hanzo tickles the underside of Takihiko’s cock as one would the chin of a cat, he entertains the thought of throwing himself over the edge of the table and exposing his ass for the taking. He tries to imagine his father’s face, watching in stoicism but feeling abject horror as his eldest gets railed by one of his associates.

Takihiko’s cock is not as girthy as Hanzo usually likes them, but it is nice and long and would reach to places that are not often massaged… He feels like he could definitely enjoy spreading his legs for this man.

He glances over at the faces of the others. Old men with heavy jowls that would tremble quite a bit if he let them have a go at him. Let them put their old man cocks inside his body and desperately rut away, chasing their lost youth with the prettiest thing they’ve had in decades.

Oh, he would love it so… if only for the way his father’s face would slowly flush a darker and darker red and his throat would swell with anger-

“...your report.”

Hanzo hadn’t listened to a word that has been spoken for quite a bit, so when Takihiko suddenly clears his throat next to him and begins to speak, his veins run ice cold with shock. His hand freezes mid-stroke along Takihiko’s dick as all eyes move toward the man sitting next to Hanzo.

If they notice the color in his cheeks, nobody mentions it. He is surprisingly composed for a man with his cock out beneath the table and the hand of his boss’ son wrapped around it.

Hanzo does not feel quite as composed… but he is getting there quickly, his muscles loosening up again one-by-one as he takes stock of the situation they’re in. Eventually he… starts moving once more. There is a brief, barely-there hitch in Takihiko’s voice as he feels Hanzo’s cruel fingers slide down on his shaft and rolling down his foreskin to expose his head before swiping a few fingers across his glans to gather the moisture there.

Hanzo has turned as well, using the opportunity of everybody watching to stare at his victim as well. Up close as he is, he can see the flush that is starting to crawl up from beneath Takihiko’s collar and the red splotches that are appearing on his cheeks.

There is more moisture pearling in his piss slit and Hanzo quickly uses that to get the glans as wet as possible. He then circles the base of his plaything’s cock and lets it wag like a dog’s tail, the air tickling and cold against the wetness of his tip.

All underneath the table while the man gives a report to his father and the rest of the council. There’s a brief pause and a slight crack in his voice but he holds out surprisingly well.

It’s probably better that way… for all of Hanzo’s needy thoughts of being found out by his father and the old farts sitting around the table, the whole thing probably wouldn’t end benign. He’s just young and horny and he’s got his hand on a warm cock that he can do whatever the fuck he wants to without any repercussions because what the Fuck is Takihiko going to say?

Even the ache when his victim closes his statement and uses his first opportunity to reach beneath the table and curl an iron grip around Hanzo’s wrist is sweet and makes him eager to get his hole filled.

Takihiko doesn’t play along, though. He forces Hanzo’s hand off his erection and tucks it away before he can grab for it again. Boo. That is boring. Hanzo throws him an angry stare but the older man is not sparing him a single look.

But Hanzo is hot and needy now, his own dick twitching in his underwear and horniness making him all too callous in his actions.

He softly clears his throat, interrupting another of one of his father’s high ranking trustees and, when all eyes are on him, he says in almost a croon: “I have to excuse myself.”

Sojiro’s expression is hilarious. At least now that Hanzo is horny and on the prowl for dick. He’ll probably rethink that later but… that is a problem for future Hanzo.

God, he is thinking like Genji; but he never understands his brother as well as when he is sporting an erection and trying to not have it on full display as he shimmies out of the room. He can practically feel Takihiko’s gaze on his back; prickling his neck.

But where can he find a cock on such short notice? He doesn’t fuck around with personnel just because he doesn’t know which of them Genji has… played with already. So what-

His hair is suddenly grabbed from behind and he is dragged into the room just next to the one the conference is being held in. A hand over his mouth ensures that his cry of surprise and pain is muffled… and the firm length of an erection pressing against the small of his back, ensures his cooperation as he is manhandled further into the dark room beyond.

“You are being very naughty… Hanzo-chan.” Oh. He knows that voice. Takihiko must have followed him outside of the room. There is a moment of indecision in which he seems to think over the pros and cons of either letting go of Hanzo’s hair or his mouth. In the end he lowers the hand he had clapped over his boss’ mouth so he can reach down and impatiently rip on his clothes to get him naked.

“I don’t think you know quite the mess you put yourself in… Being such a blatant whore in front of your father and the council. Do you honestly think that nobody noticed the color in your cheeks or the vacancy of your eyes? It’s quite clear what you’ve been thinking of the whole time. Trust me. A slut is a slut is a slut.”

Hanzo’s breathing is strained, his neck aching as it is stretched back far more than he is comfortable with. Takihiko doesn’t pull any punches; his grip in Hanzo’s hair is harsh and unrelenting.

He pushes Hanzo up against the wall separating the conference room from the one they’re now in, his naked cock slotting in between his cheeks, rutting slowly back and forth. Takihiko presses Hanzo’s cheek against the wall while crushing him bodily from behind. With a low voice he whispers into his ear: “They all know what you’re going to get now. But if you don’t want them to hear you get it, you should be nice and quiet, you understand? Mayhaps your father will have mercy.”

He pulls back just enough to let his crown nudge up against Hanzo’s hole before he begins the slow push against his muscles.

Hanzo would like to say that it is agonizing… but the only agonizing thing about it is that he can’t get the cock inside him fast enough.

“This is what you wanted, is it not?” Takihiko whispers into his ear, his breath hot and moist, fanning over Hanzo’s ear in an unwelcome touch. He is much more disgusting than he had really given him credit for… but God, if it doesn’t get him all the hotter for it, his hips tilting back, trying to help out in the whole endeavor…

“Nice and quiet… nice and quiet,” Takihiko keeps whispering at him, his voice briefly hitching when his crown finally slips into Hanzo in one slick movement.

Hanzo’s mouth opens but he does not make a sound obediently. He imagines the old men on the other side of the thin wall… continuing their discussion while fully aware he’s getting railed somewhere in the house.

Takihiko rams deeper into him with a low grunt. Just as Hanzo had thought, his girth is nothing he can’t handle, but his length… every time he thinks he’s bottomed out, there are more cock he keeps shoving into him.

Hanzo can’t help going up on his tip toes, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. It feels like he’s struck gold a few times already; like there is no way there is even more space in his body to safely tuck away his dick…

But there is more and more and by the time Takihiko begins to properly fuck him in long, punishing thrusts, Hanzo’s head is filled with the clear sound of bells and his whole being is prickling.

“You’re such a promiscuous little slut when you can just get away with the things you’re doing… but once you reap what you’ve sown, you’re getting so quiet and docile. Tch- maybe you aren’t ready to be the next oyabun after all… But you certainly can be a nice little distraction.”

Hanzo makes a soft sound, a squirt of cum hitting the wall he’s pressed against. He’ll show him why he is to be the next oyabun… later… after he’s let him dick him to completion. He needs to focus on staying nice and quiet – the walls are so thin, after all.