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“Happy Birthday, dear CooooOOOOOLE ! Happy birthday tooo yooooou! Hurrah!”
The impromptu song dissolved into cheers and laughter as the tightknit group at the rundown little diner’s counter applauded.
Instead of a cake, however, the birthday “boy” took up a final shot, showed it off to his friends while flourishing his other hand, and knocked it back.
Hanzo couldn’t hold back a smiling scoff as he returned his gaze to his tablet.
Eighteen shots for his eighteenth birthday. An incredibly dangerous stunt for the young man to attempt, especially given his physique. He was tall, almost a full head taller than Hanzo, and he was unquestionably strong judging from the sinewy arms revealed by the cut-off sleeves of his leather jacket, but he was lean and wiry enough that he managed to look underfed.
If he were to get three square meals a day for a month, his frame would likely explode with muscle, but as it was…
He didn’t seem to be the type to be cautious about his drinking habits, though. Here he was, celebrating his birthday in the one food-related establishment for miles and miles in either direction here on Route 66, and he and his friends had loudly barged in, slammed cases of beer and liquor on the counter, and started drinking despite being clearly, openly under drinking age while the staff did nothing but try to hide their annoyance…and their fear.
Nobody said no to the Deadlock Gang around here.
It would be like the old, wizened owner of Rikimaru Ramen plucking Hanzo’s sake gourd out of his hands before he took a swig.
That would never happen, though, but not because the owner feared Hanzo; Hanzo would simply never flaunt himself like that, especially for no real gain whatsoever.
The Deadlocks might have convinced themselves that every display of power was beneficial, but the Shimada had learned long ago that a judicious approach was more advantageous.
Strike one against the Deadlocks, then, during this little factfinding mission.
That was Hanzo’s excuse for coming all the way out here, at least.
The Shimada were bumping up against the Deadlocks in pursuit of controlling arms and drug smuggling routes on the West Coast of the US, and something had to be done about it. There was no real need for the boss himself to come here, but Hanzo hadn’t been outside of Japan in thirty years, and this was as good an excuse as any. It was hard to think of anywhere that could contrast more with his green, clean, yet crowded homeland than this red and orange, dusty, empty country, with deep canyons gouged into the desert floor and weird wind-sculpted rock formations littered about.
It was beautiful yet harsh.
Much like the people here.
The birthday boy was a prime example, thought Hanzo as his gaze was momentarily tugged back to him. He had been tanned rugged by the harsh sun despite his youth, but he had a winning smile over the small goatee hanging off his chin and quick, intelligent eyes and shaggy but soft-looking brown hair under a worn cowboy hat.
Cole Cassidy was his name. He was the Deadlocks’ second-in-command, more or less. Their power structure and leadership roles were nebulous and undefined except for Calamity Ashe being indisputably on top. Her absence was actually something of a mystery; as far as Hanzo and his underlings had gathered, Cassidy and Ashe, along with a few other core members, had founded the Deadlocks together while under fire virtually the entire time, and in Hanzo’s experience that was the sort of thing that bonded comrades together for life. So where was she?
A possible rift. Strike two.
“Ay’m fine ,” Cole Cassidy slurred, intruding on Hanzo’s thoughts as he teetered away from the counter and its eighteen empty shot glasses towards a booth. “Jus godda…sit dow fer a lil bit. Go on, git, and keep mai shit… seat warm!”
Laughter erupted, but the others obeyed, going back to the counter to talk and chatter and chug loudly.
Cassidy leaned back in the corner of his booth, watching them with alcohol-addled, glassy eyes, and grinned fondly.
Then his eyes slid over to Hanzo.
His grin widened.
And he winked.
Hanzo raised an eyebrow, but, caught staring, he took a hold of the mug of terrible, terrible coffee in front of him and lifted it in a toast.
“Happy Birthday,” he said, not bothering to raise his voice to be heard over the ruckus.
Cassidy either read his lips or simply understood the gesture, his own lips moving in “thank you” as he bowed his head with another flourish of his hands. Hanzo nodded back and went back to his tablet.
He stayed put, ordering more terrible coffee alongside an occasional pastry or snack that were, thankfully, of far higher quality. Besides gleaning some intel about the Deadlocks from the loud conversations he could overhear, there was plenty of real work that he could do via his tablet, mainly directions to Genji in response to the reports he was sending him daily.
The elders had been dismayed to learn that Genji would be in charge in Hanzo’s absence, and Hanzo could tell his younger brother was taking great pleasure in defying their expectations. Hanzo had been the boss since he was twenty, so for nearly twenty years now, so this was the first time that Genji had been so openly and obviously in charge, and heads were certainly turning at the revelation that even Genji could be responsible.
He was still making his daily rounds to the clubs, of course, but he was leaving none of the clan’s business undone at the end of the day.
Still, Genji was leaning heavily on Hanzo even from the other side of the world. He hadn’t shown it, but Hanzo could tell his much younger brother had been nervous to be on his own for the first time, so Hanzo was happy to make himself available for advice, commentary, and the occasional stern warning.
The way Genji’s confidence tended to expand, however, the next time Hanzo went on a factfinding mission, Genji probably wouldn’t contact him once, even if a firefight erupted in the halls of Shimada Castle itself. Hanzo would simply arrive home amidst the cleanup to find a grinning, bloodstained Genji, and the first thing he’d say to Hanzo would be, “You’ll never guess what happened!”
So Hanzo needed to give his advice while Genji was still listening.
Smiling, Hanzo kept tapping away at his tablet as the raucous party continued at the counter and the sun turned as orange as the rocks surrounding the diner and slowly set.
However, it wound down faster than one might expect, though it didn’t surprise Hanzo too much that there would be a fair few of the youngsters who just couldn’t hold their liquor. They were the first to stumble out, leaving behind two or three of their comrades who were more determined to get absolutely pissdrunk…though luckily there were six or seven more who were more moderate.
Or they had simply learned that somebody had to drag those three home once they passed out.
And, one by one, they did, and they were hoisted up between two of their accomplices and carried out, leaving behind a mess of empty bottles and glasses for two frazzled waitresses to begin clearing up.
Hanzo turned off his tablet and habitually looked around him to make sure he didn’t leave anything behind…
…which was when Cole Cassidy slid into his booth, sitting across from him.
“Hey there, stranger,” he said cheerfully with a charming smile. He was clearly still drunk, but he was getting closer to tipsy and further from sloshed. He hadn’t imbibed a single drink more from what Hanzo had seen, though he had been so focused on his work that he couldn’t be sure. “Don’t think I’ve ever seen you around these parts. You passing through on Route 66?”
“Indeed,” Hanzo replied with a polite nod. “I’m following it through to Chicago.”
“Well, now,” Cassidy said, leaning forward with interest, “begging your pardon, there, but I don’t think you’re from the States. Where you hail from, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Japan.”
“I coulda guessed that,” Cassidy declared. “Lots of Japanese tourists come through here, but they usually come in big ole tour buses. Don’t think I’ve ever seen a single Japanese tourist. Where’re the rest of ya?”
“There’s a first time for everything. I’m all by myself.”
“No kidding?” Cassidy laughed, tilting his head slightly to the side. “You just got a hankering to wander a while all by your lonesome?”
Hanzo nodded. “You could say that. Technically I’m here on business, but it’s practically a vacation.”
“What’s your business here ?” Cassidy asked incredulously with a chuckle. “Ain’t nothing but dirt and rattlesnakes.”
“Places like these,” Hanzo said, waving his hand at their surroundings, “can be fairly lucrative under the right management.”
Cassidy laughed. “That they can,” he agreed affably, “That they can. Have you seen anything around here that catches your fancy?”
Hanzo sighed and picked up his mug to look inside at the ominous brown substance within. “No,” he said flatly.
Cassidy burst out laughing as though that was the funniest thing he ever heard. “Well, now, come on, now,” he choked out, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. “Gotta be something around here worth your while. Gotta be…”
His foot moved forward and hooked around Hanzo’s ankle.
“...something,” he finished, looking at him slyly.
The boy was incredibly nervous.
Hanzo didn’t have to note how much he was determinedly laughing at every word Hanzo said, how closely he was watching Hanzo, or feel how rapid and fluttery his heartbeat was where the artery in his ankle pressed against Hanzo’s skin.
The boy was an open book, as open and easy to read as Genji, and he was so nervous he was about to pass out…
…and he was pushing through it because he was just that interested in Hanzo.
Hanzo didn’t need a game of footsie to know that. The number of times Cassidy had glanced at his lips, his shoulders, and his chest was already in the double digits in the short time they’d been talking.
Hanzo was very good at thinking on his feet, and a torrent of consideration swept through him in a split second as Cassidy watched him with a show of lazy confidence but with almost-fear behind his eyes.
The Deadlocks already had two strikes against them.
They were a pack of mostly teenage delinquents who were probably already far too big for their britches.
Hanzo was alone, and Cassidy was a notorious criminal, and there was no guarantee that he’d turn out to be a gangster in the streets but a gentleman in the sheets.
Then Cassidy grinned, clearly hoping to tip Hanzo into accepting, but also revealing that he was afraid he’d overplayed his hand. His leg had even frozen against Hanzo’s, as though he was beginning to realize he’d made a huge mistake.
Then Hanzo hooked his ankle onto his and leaned forward to breathe, “Yes. There must be something.”
Cassidy laughed a little, but it seemed the effort of propositioning Hanzo had taken a Herculean effort and-slash-or he’d had little hope of success. His face turned a charming shade of red, and his leg trembled a little bit as he coughed and said, “D-damn right, there’s something.”
Hanzo smiled, and the boy looked momentarily thunderstruck.
Hanzo’s smile widened. It was worth looking dour and serious nearly all the time for moments like these, when a simple lift of his lips turned into a precision strike.
“Come,” Hanzo said, unhooking their legs and slipping out of the booth to stand. “My room is in the motel.”
Cassidy nodded mutely as he followed, moving in something that wasn’t quite a scramble, but it was close. Hanzo tossed a couple of bills onto the table and motioned at the boy to accompany him.
Together they left the diner and strolled down the side of Route 66. Here, it was a simple two-lane road that ran through Deadlock Gorge, the small town that was the sole settlement of any significance in these parts. It was so small that there was no need for Hanzo to specify which motel; there was only one: the Cave Inn, whose major attribute was being built into the cliffside, which meant its rooms, while slightly claustrophobic, were nice and cool even in the high heat of the day.
Hanzo couldn’t help shaking his head when it came into view, however.
“Free Color TV” proclaimed a sign above the main office.
He’d had to look up why that was worth mentioning before learning it was meant to be a quaint joke.
He looked over at his companion, meaning to ask if he knew the joke.
Cassidy looked petrified.
He stared straight ahead, he was biting his lip, and he was sweating . Not much, but it was conspicuous in the surprisingly chill night desert air. Earlier, it had been so hot that Hanzo had been forced to leave his suit vest in his room and venture out in only his white buttondown shirt and pinstripe trousers.
Hanzo narrowed his eyes.
Either he was being led into a trap…
…or…
There was no way to know except to let this play out, however. If the Deadlocks somehow knew who he was and responded with violence, then they would find out that a ragtag neighborhood gang was nothing next to centuries of Shimada prowess.
If Hanzo’s other suspicion was confirmed, though, then tonight would either be a complete disaster…or possibly something very, very special.
Either way, he didn’t speak for fear of spooking his young companion. Instead, he silently guided him around the side of the main office and towards the doors leading into the Cave Inn’s public room, a comfortably apportioned space with a few worn but comfortable wooden tables with checkered tablecloths.
Then he led the way down a long hallway with numbered rooms on either side.
Hanzo stopped and turned and tilted his head slightly. “Here we are.”
Cassidy grinned. “Here we a-are!” he said, flushing when his voice cracked on the last word. Looking panicked for a split second, he stepped up close to Hanzo, looking down at him as they stood chest-to-chest, and he said with an attempt at slyness, “Hope you sprang for a king bed.”
Hanzo smiled back up at him and reached up to touch his cheek.
Cassidy didn’t flinch, but he did look away, back down the hallway, his eyes wide and nervous.
Hanzo understood.
“Come,” he said again, unlocking the door and pushing it open. “After you.”
The boy actually tipped his hat and then took it off completely before stepping inside, the gesture oddly powerful and charming as Hanzo stepped in after him and shut the door.
It was a simple room, though apparently the best the Cave Inn boasted, which basically meant there was a jacuzzi tub in the bathroom and a holoscreen TV that was only slightly old and worn. The bed was indeed king-sized and covered with a plain yellow blanket, with a two bedside cabinets, a closet, an armchair, and a coat rack making up the rest of the room’s limited amenities.
Hanzo wordlessly but gently took the boy’s hat from his loose fingers and carefully hung it on the coat rack.
Then he crowded up to him like Cassidy had up to him in the hallway. To the boy’s credit, he didn’t back away, but he didn’t quite keep control of his breathing as his eyes switched between Hanzo’s eyes and his lips.
He twitched when he felt Hanzo’s hand on the back of his head.
His eyes were wide open as Hanzo guided him down.
Hanzo couldn’t help an amused chuckle, but he wasn’t about to stare. He let his eyes slide closed just before their lips met, the way eased by the fact that both of them were wearing lip balm to protect against the unforgivingly dry air.
Hanzo swept his tongue against Cassidy’s lips, prompting a startled moan. Then they parted, and Hanzo began to carefully but boldly explore his mouth.
The boy tasted like sour alcohol and bitter cigarettes, which was no surprise at all.
But he was warm and smooth and, most importantly of all, not a complete novice. His tongue, after one or two false starts, started to duel and entangle itself with Hanzo’s, encouraged by an approving noise from Hanzo that quickly become a moan as well, and when Hanzo wrapped his arms around Cassidy’s wiry, strong frame, he was pleased to feel him start to relax, bit by bit.
This wasn’t his first kiss. It couldn’t be. There were plenty of good-looking young people around here that were surely up for a good makeout session.
Nevertheless, Hanzo’s suspicions were strengthened when he allowed his hands to slip slowly down Cassidy’s firm back to cup the gentle curves of his pert ass.
The boy stiffened again, his tongue stilling for a moment, before he tried to cover up his reaction by forcefully pressing forward into Hanzo’s mouth.
He allowed it, and the boy didn’t entirely forget himself in his haste. He didn’t clack their teeth together or mash their faces or lips.
He was nervous, but so far he was doing just fine.
Hanzo let him know by rolling his hips against him, rubbing their erections together.
Cassidy shuddered from head to toe, and he wrapped his own arms around Hanzo’s shorter but wider and burlier frame, his fingertips digging into the thick, defined muscles of Hanzo’s back.
He made a surprised sound and he broke apart from Hanzo to look down at him in wonder as he ran his hands up and down.
“God damn ,” he said fervently. “You’re built like a brick shithouse everywhere .”
Hanzo grinned, but he didn’t reply. He merely brought the boy back down and enticed him to lick back into his mouth.
After all, Hanzo must taste much better than Cassidy.
Then, with a flash of simultaneous annoyance and mirth, he remembered that awful, awful coffee that was surely tainting his mouth.
But if Cassidy didn’t mind it too much, then Hanzo wouldn’t call attention to it. It was far too late for a breath mint, anyhow.
They stood there for a long time, taking their time, and Hanzo's tongue pressed forward and gave back a couple of times, and whatever he wanted, Cassidy seemed pleased with, and they kissed and explored each other's mouths long enough that Hanzo fancied that he might have managed to get a little taste of the boy himself under the overpowering stale alcohol and cigarette smoke.
All the while, Cassidy’s hands, big and a little rough with callouses on his right hand but otherwise soft and smooth, roamed over Hanzo’s body, mapping out the contours and ridges of his muscular back and sides, but not quite daring to go any lower, despite the fact that Hanzo was squeezing and kneading the boy’s ass quite enthusiastically. Instead, he went higher, and grasped the hairtie keeping Hanzo’s hair neatly back in a ponytail and tugged it off, allowing a black-and-gray curtain to spread across his shoulders and midway down his back.
With immense gentleness, Cassidy ran his fingers through the inky black and silvery gray strands, stroking and combing through them as he continued to lick into Hanzo’s mouth.
It was nice, and the night was still young, but they didn’t have all the time in the world.
So Hanzo gently but insistently began backing Cassidy up towards the bed.
The boy went willingly, and though he tried to take Hanzo with him as he fell backwards onto the mattress, Hanzo had other plans, and he stood tall, the boy’s legs splayed on either side of his legs, when he landed with a soft whoosh of air from his lungs.
Hanzo took him in, the touseled brown hair, the leather jacket and torn, threadbare t-shirt underneath, the faded jeans tucked into cowboy boots.
He smiled, making Cassidy’s heart skip a beat judging by the look on his face.
Then he took a hold of the bottom button of his shirt and unbuttoned it, and the boy’s pupils dilated in his light brown eyes, and he licked his lips, and his breathing quickened.
Then his eyes bulged wider and wider as Hanzo slowly revealed more and more skin, and more and more muscle, and more and more ink.
Hanzo was a vain man; he was the first to admit it. Over the decades he had carved and built up his body into a marvel with thick, heart-shaped calves, treetrunk thighs, a bubble butt, a six-pack he could have grated cheese on, a wide, meaty chest, and bulgings arms, deltoids, and neck.
All of it surmounted by dragons and thunderclouds and lightning, wrapping and writhing around all four of his limbs, two swishing their tails against Hanzo’s nipples and swirling around and around his arms to snarl across the backs of his hands, and two sweeping out of the waistband of his trousers and up and over his obliques to roar with flashing, glowing eyes on either side of his six-pack.
Cassidy looked like he might faint.
“That’s…those’re…” he said, tried to say, gulping and gaping as his eyes roved over Hanzo’s torso.
Hanzo grinned, his ego purring like his dragons. “Yes,” he said, not even trying to keep the smugness out of his voice. “They are.” Then he leaned forward and hooked his fingers into the waist of the boy’s jeans. “Now, let’s see you.”
And Cassidy flushed dark, and he looked away, and he seemed to deflate, his frame going from thin yet wiry to just thin.
“I don’t…” he muttered quietly. “I don’t…I don’t look half as good as you.”
“Let me be the judge of that,” Hanzo said, just as quietly but earnestly. “I’ve already gotten a few handfuls of your ass, and it’s been a fine appetizer, but I’m looking forward to the main course.”
Cassidy laughed, and at last his nervousness was plain. He wasn’t even trying to hide it. “You gonna…eat me?”
Hanzo leaned over him, causing an imperious shadow to fall over his face.
“I’m going to devour you,” he growled intently.
Cassidy stared up at him, jaw dropping open, before he flushed from the top of his head all the way down his neck, and jerkily nodded.
And under Hanzo’s hawklike intensity, he sat up a little and slowly drew off the sleeves of his leather jacket.
As soon as he tugged it off, Hanzo grabbed a handful of the material and flung it off the bed, then nodded expectantly at his t-shirt.
Cassidy gulped, and began to draw up the hem.
Hanzo let a smile grow in proportion to the amount of skin he revealed.
Cassidy wasn’t defined, but Hanzo’s earlier supposition of what a few good meals might do returned to his mind, because his abs were trying . They were there, struggling to rise up, but right now they were a rectangular bump between his equally valiant but undernourished obliques on either side.
If this kid got a personal trainer, Hanzo thought in the back of his mind as he watched the t-shirt inch upwards, and a nutritionist, and a year’s supply of protein powder…
But he shoved the thought away, because now the t-shirt was hiding Cassidy’s face, and he could let his encouraging smile fall into an outright leer .
Then he cupped his big hands around Cassidy’s sides and ran them up from his trim waist up to his hairy armpits.
The boy was absolutely covered in hair.
Right now it was fashionable in Japan to be hairless, and Hanzo also had his tattoos to proudly display, so it was something of a novelty to be able to run his fingers through the forest of fur spreading out from the line that ran down from Cassidy’s chest to be interrupted by his navel, then continue on in a thick love trail to disappear into his jeans.
“Gah!” Cassidy all but shrieked, his thin body contorting under Hanzo, getting his t-shirt tangled around his head in the process. “Stop, you asshole! That tickles!”
Hanzo chuckled and ran his hands back down.
“ Stop! ” Cassidy shouted, tearing his t-shirt off and glaring balefully up at Hanzo with a heated, angry glare that set his brown eyes alight. “Fucking asshole!”
“I apologize,” Hanzo said with a big smile. He let go, then reached out and softly drew Cassidy’s hands to his own sides, Cassidy’s expression morphing from anger to surprise in a mere instant. “Take your revenge,” Hanzo instructed, placing Cassidy’s lax fingers firmly against the intricate blue scales of the dragons roaring over his torso.
Cassidy looked up at him for a few moments in disbelief.
Then, his eyebrows cinching together evilly, he ran his fingertips lightly over Hanzo’s sides.
Hanzo swore loudly and clenched his eyes shut. He raised his arms higher, but only to keep from clamping them against his sides to protect himself, his body shuddering involuntarily under the featherlight assault.
“Ngh!” he grunted, his face scrunching up when Cassidy, the absolute demon, dug his fingers into his sensitive and extremely ticklish armpits.
Cassidy burst out laughing, his arms falling to his sides as he scrunched his own eyes closed and peals of laughter poured out his mouth.
Hanzo opened his eyes and smiled at the charming sight, Cassidy spread out beneath him, shirtless, his stomach taut and heaving under its carpet of hair, tension draining out of him.
His laughter gradually died down and Cassidy reopened his slightly teary eyes, looking up fondly at him. “Your face,” he started to say before he was interrupted by his own chuckles.
Hanzo shook his head wryly.
Then he again hooked his fingers into the waistband of Cassidy’s jeans, and the boy's attention was refocused in a snap, but in a far lighter way, his eyes far brighter, the corners of his lips still turned up.
Hanzo drew his fingers around the waistband until he arrived at the button and zipper, and he undid them both with slow, deliberate intention.
Then he began peeling the fabric down and away.
No underwear.
Only more hairy skin, then wild, untrimmed pubic hair, then the thick base of a truly impressive cock.
Hanzo licked his lips and glanced up at Cassidy, who was breathing hard and watching him just as intently. Hanzo smiled and looked back down, taking pleasure in revealing the long length until at last the hooded head came into view and sprang heavily up, the foreskin partially rolled down the purple head.
“Yes…” Hanzo breathed before taking in a deep breath through his nose, inhaling the rugged, masculine scent as he tugged the jeans further down Cassidy’s long legs. “Yes.”
Then he hit a snag: cowboy boots.
He swore again, quietly, under his breath as he unwillingly tore his eyes from the large treat in front of him to deal with them, causing Cassidy to chuckle breathily as Hanzo impatiently pulled off first one boot, then the other, dragging the jeans over his large feet and wiggling toes and throwing them aside. Then he stood and took it all in, Cole Cassidy, completely nude, lying full-length on the bed, his skin red and flushed from his face to midway down his chest, his cock bouncing with his pulse and lifting itself up higher into the air despite its obvious weight, his hairy and heavy ballsack twitching under its base.
Hanzo lightly touched the boy’s thigh and let them glide upwards.
“N-now hang on,” Cassidy said suddenly, making Hanzo freeze. “Don’t we gotta…free those other two dragons?”
Hanzo shook his head, his patience nearly at an end, but he dutifully stood up and unhooked his trousers and let the silky fabric fall to the ground.
Cassidy breathed in deep, his eyes running up and down the defined muscles of his thighs, and Hanzo felt his patience revive under his naked admiration.
He still had his briefs on, but instead of tearing them off like he’d wanted only a moment ago, he pushed them down inch-by-inch, revealing his own neatly trimmed pubic hair.
And then…
“Je sus ,” Cassidy murmured.
Hanzo couldn’t help a pleased huff. “You thought you'd be the biggest in the room,” he said with utter certainty.
Cassidy nodded mutely, eyeing the mass that Hanzo was still revealing.
“We shall have to compare,” Hanzo said, smirking. “I think you may have the advantage, but only just.”
Cassidy swallowed, looking more and more unsure until Hanzo’s cock sprang free, trailed by a thin, translucent string of precum that broke free and fell onto Cassidy’s thigh.
Hanzo let his briefs drop to the ground and immediately struck a pose, one hand on his hip, the other positioned as though he held a precious item aloft for all to see. “What do you think?” he asked, not bothering to hide his pride.
“Perfect,” Cassidy whispered, looking truly awestruck.
The two dragons had been revealed to have their tails cuffed around Hanzo’s ankles before they rose, curling around and around his legs to arc over the front of his thighs, dive between his legs, sweep over his buttocks before leaping over his obliques.
“Thank you,” Hanzo said with satisfaction. “Now…” And he crouched down and came forward, crowding between Cassidy’s legs and looking past his pulsing cock at his surprised, nervous expression. “Where shall we go from here?”
Cassidy opened his mouth, then closed it. Then opened again, made a short, abortive sound, then snapped his jaw shut.
Hanzo waited patiently.
Then, a shadow passing over his face, Cassidy admitted, “This…is my first time.”
Hanzo’s eyebrows shot up. “Truly?” he said, sounding shocked.
Cassidy rolled his eyes. “Don’t fuck around with me, old man. You obviously know.”
“I am only as obvious as you,” Hanzo replied serenely, and Cassidy looked a little chagrined.
“ Anyway . Since this is my…first time…maybe you should…take the driver’s seat.”
“The driver’s seat?” Hanzo repeated musingly. “You don’t seem like the type to hand over control.”
“I know when I’m out of my depth,” Cassidy shot back. “And I bet…” he stopped short and, blushing furiously, he broke eye contact and looked over to the side. “And I bet you know exactly what to do.”
Hanzo schooled his features into a solemn expression. “You have placed a heavy burden upon my shoulders.” Then, grinning like a shark, he added, “And you could not have picked better.”
His first time. His first time .
Hanzo would be this young man’s first time .
He was going to do it right.
“Tell me,” he purred, leaning forward closer and closer to Cassidy’s cock, a few strands of hair falling to frame his face, “if you dislike anything. Anything . I will stop immediately, and we will proceed to something else.”
“O-okay,” Cassidy said, taken aback by Hanzo’s intense look.
“Good.”
And with that single word, Hanzo licked up the length of Cassidy’s cock from the base to the tip, took a firm hold of it, and stuck his tongue between his foreskin and cockhead.
Cassidy started, gasped, and moaned, throwing his head back.
Hanzo chuckled. Then he really got down to business, swirling his tongue between the soft, pliant foreskin and the spongy, red-purple cockhead, savoring the taste of the precum that had collected there.
Soon enough, though, Cassidy’s foreskin peeled back to leave the head completely exposed, and Hanzo wrapped his lips around it, mouthing at it while teasing at the slit with the tip of his tongue.
He glanced up at Cassidy and he couldn’t help smiling, though it meant pulling off of his cock to do so.
Cassidy was holding himself up on his elbows and watching him with dilated eyes and gaping mouth and panting breath.
“Relax,” Hanzo told him. “Lie down and enjoy it.”
Cassidy gulped before replying, “I…like watching you.”
Hanzo looked at him coyly. “Very well,” he said, “but move back against the headboard. You’ll be more comfortable.”
So would Hanzo, to be honest. The thin carpet in this place felt like it was overlaid directly over solid rock.
But he made a show of stalking onto the mattress like a panther, chasing after Cassidy as he rapidly scooted backwards to rest his back against the headboard, their eyes locked together the entire time as Hanzo crawled between his legs once again.
“So you like to watch me,” Hanzo said, taking Cassidy’s leaking erection by the base and making sure his breath brushed against it as he spoke. “I must say, I like to be watched.”
And he engulfed Cassidy’s cock, keeping eye contact the entire time.
A pulse of warmth ran through him at the sight of Cassidy gasping and sucking in a ragged breath, but heat shot through him when Cassidy bumped into the back of his throat when he was only about two-thirds down his length. He didn’t try to deepthroat him, though. First, neither he nor Cassidy knew what his stamina was, and he didn’t want the night to end too early. Second, he didn’t want to give the poor boy unrealistic expectations.
If Hanzo so chose, he could absolutely ruin sex for Cassidy with anyone but the absolute best lovers.
But he hadn’t done anything to deserve that.
So he did what most of Cassidy’s lovers were probably going to do in the future: he stopped short, gagging a little, and swept back up and off Cassidy’s erection to cough once or twice.
Cassidy looked pleased.
“Used to being the biggest in the room, huh?” he taunted, but without heat, a measure of confidence reappearing in his demeanor.
“Yes,” Hanzo replied, nuzzling against his hardness and smearing his own saliva over his cheekbone and beard. “I go a long way before I find anyone who’s even comparable.”
“Now there’s a compliment I bet you don’t give out too often,” Cassidy said with building vigor.
“Hardly ever,” Hanzo agreed, and he relished the glowing pleasure in the boy’s face.
Then he went back to licking strips up and down his length, taking it into the warm embrace of his mouth to swirl his tongue around the head and then bobbed his head up and down on it, and Cassidy, to Hanzo’s immense satisfaction, laid back with his hands behind his head, looking flushed and sweaty, but also relaxed and calm and taking in every movement and sensation without a shadow of fear or anxiety.
Now Hanzo could really enjoy himself, sucking and smacking and slobbering over his large treat, tonguing at his slit whenever a particular large spurt of precum dribbled out, sealing his lips around the boy's rod to feel every vein push in and the large mushroom head catch and pull out past them, and lightly pumping at the base with one hand while threading his fingers through the dense hair on the boy’s thigh with the other.
Cassidy’s breathing was getting heavier and more labored. Precum was practically flooding out. His balls were drawing up within his sack.
Hanzo opened wide and began lapping at the underside of the cockhead like a dog, waiting with bated breath for that first, thick, creamy white wad to…
“Wait!” Cassidy gasped. “Wait! Wait!”
Hanzo froze in place, his eyes sweeping over the boy’s sweaty face.
His eyes were clenched tightly closed, and his fingers had fisted into the sheets as his whole body tensed.
A few breathless, endless seconds passed by.
Then Cassidy relaxed, let out a huge breath in a whoosh, and looked down at Hanzo.
“Nearly came,” he said with a lopsided smile. “But I don’t want to. Not yet.”
Hanzo shook his head and opened his mouth to say something, subconsciously stroking Cassidy’s cock as he did so.
“Hurgh!” Cassidy grunted, throwing his head back so that it thumped against the headboard. “Stop that, fuck!” he cried, drawing his legs up and actually pushing away from Hanzo.
Hanzo released him completely, showing his hands in mock-surrender.
It took a few more seconds before Cassidy opened his eyes again and looked down at Hanzo, his knees up and splayed to the sides. “Sorry,” he said with a small laugh. “You just feel too damn good on my cock.”
Hanzo hardly heard him.
In this position, Cassidy’s cock stood straight, shiny, and wet above his tight ballsack.
His hairy perineum was completely exposed.
His asscheeks were ever-so-slightly parted.
Hanzo moved closer.
“Uh…” Cassidy said, sounding slightly unnerved.
Hanzo looked up at him with laserlike intensity. “If your cock is off-limits for the time being,” he said in a voice so low it was almost a growl, “then I could occupy myself elsewhere.”
He reached under himself and tugged on his own large erection to punctuate his point.
Cassidy swallowed.
“Y-yeah,” he said softly. “You sure could.”
“I will be gentle,” Hanzo promised, though he couldn’t hide the urgency sweeping through his body.
“You…you don’t gotta be,” Cassidy said, trying to sound resolute. “I’ve…played with myself down there before, so…”
The image of Cassidy fingering himself, stretching himself open, moaning and shuddering under his own touch, before reaching over and producing a dildo and, with bottom lip caught between his teeth and his eyes closed in concentration, working it inside, flashed in Hanzo’s mind and he felt a glob of precum spill out into his fingers as he continued stroking himself.
“That’s good,” he said, “this will feel similar, but different enough that I will still go slowly and carefully. Don’t worry. I will take good care of you.”
And he took hold of Cassidy’s legs and lifted up his rump, dragging Cassidy off the headboard until his torso was flat on the bed, then he grabbed the pillows at the head of the bed and placed one under his lower back, and that was all that was necessary. He took hold of and guided Cassidy’s hand to hold the back of his own knees, and his asscheeks parted beautifully, revealing the hairy valley between, and his dark red-pink hole.
Hanzo sighed, heat pooling in his gut at the gorgeous sight.
Then he leaned forward and began to feast.
"Oh! Oh god! Oh !" Cassidy exclaimed.
Hanzo smiled.
Lube-slicked fingers gave a person some context of how a blowjob would feel, but nobody ever expected, nobody ever gave a single thought to how a rimjob might feel, and the innervation, the intensity, the sheer pleasure, always came as a surprise.
Hanzo was happy to introduce Cassidy to rimming so early. Some people went decades without discovering and exploring this particular erogenous zone, even in this digital age of freely available pornography.
Hanzo didn't leave a single square inch between Cassidy’s legs untouched, licking and laving up and down his perineum, prodding the tip of his tongue behind his ballsack, racking his teeth across the sensitive skin of his asscheeks normally kept hidden and sheltered, and here the advantages of a rimjob were apparent for the giver, because pressed up against Cassidy’s hips like this, Hanzo could feel the smallest tremble, tremor, and shudder passing through his body.
There were no small ones, though. The boy was all but spasming under his mouth.
"Jesus! F-fuck! God damn , god damn ! God! Fuck!"
Music to Hanzo’s ears.
And the boy's deep voice went a tone or three higher when Hanzo started focusing on his hole, singing so pretty even as he clenched and winked and fluttered under Hanzo’s tongue.
Whatever he might have done before now, though, he remained tight and puckered for a long time, but Hanzo was perfectly happy where he was and so was Cassidy by the sound and feel of him, so there was no hurry whatsoever.
Hanzo was almost disappointed when he felt the first hint of give in the hitherto unassailable ring of muscle, but his cock certainly wasn't. It jumped and swang pendulously beneath him when he began to breach into Cassidy’s hot, hot, hot interior.
His cock was going to feel so good when it replaced his tongue, Hanzo thought dizzily as he licked and lapped.
Maybe , he thought a moment later, checking himself.
This was Cassidy’s first time. Hanzo’s pleasure was completely secondary. He would take what the boy and his body offered and not an iota more.
But heavens above did he hope he could bury himself up to the hilt in him, just as he had now buried his tongue as far as it could go.
The battle had been hard-won, though, and there were still miles to go before he won the war.
He wriggled his tongue within Cassidy just to hear him gasp one more time, before he withdrew.
"Wait! Don't stop!" Cassidy begged, trying to sit up and scramble to catch Hanzo.
"If you wish," Hanzo replied. "I was going to grab some lube, though, if that interests you."
Cassidy paused in mid-scramble.
"Yeah," he said after a couple moments of silence. "That sounds great, actually." And he lay back down."
Hanzo retrieved a bottle of lube (thank you, Genji, for the "joke" item), and knelt back on the mattress. "I know your legs might be getting tired," he said as he coated his fingers under Cassidy’s rapt attention, "but it will be best if I can see your face so that I know immediately if I'm hurting you."
"Can't believe the old sourpuss with resting bitch face sitting in a shitty diner turned out to be such a nice guy," Cassidy commented, though he softened his words with a grin that failed to conceal how relieved he truly was.
Hanzo laughed. "Not so much 'nice' as 'never second best'."
"Oh, really ?" the boy asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes," Hanzo replied easily, sidling up to Cassidy and pressing their cocks together.
They were both well-endowed.
But despite his earlier assertion, Hanzo had a slight advantage in both length and girth.
"Maybe I ain't done growing yet," Cassidy said with a grin. "Come back this time next year."
Hanzo smiled.
Then he moved back, pulled one of Cassidy’s asscheeks to the side, and started circling his wet, spit-shined hole with a blocky fingertip.
“Yeah, that’s the stuff,” Cassidy sighed, letting his head fall back to the mattress.
“How would you know?” Hanzo asked.
“I just barely found out,” the boy shot back, and that made Hanzo laugh, really laugh, shaking his head and holding his free hand to his stomach even as he concentrated on spiraling his finger in towards his entrance.
Cassidy looked a little startled that he managed to get such a genuine, carefree laugh out of him, his head shooting back up and his eyes a little starry as he watched Hanzo’s amused expression, though it soon morphed into one of concentration as he zeroed in on his target.
Gently, slowly, he pressed in, and his fingertip disappeared inside.
“See?” Cassidy said, beaming. “Nothing to it. Lay into me already.”
“I won’t,” Hanzo replied without looking up. “This is territory where one wrong step means wrapping it all up." As he spoke, he wiggled his finger a little from side to side to test the feel of Cassidy’s hole, finding the soft, smooth patch that marked Cassidy’s prostate almost by accident. It produced no obvious reaction when he brushed against it, yet still he added, “Though I have high hopes.”
“Yeah, me, too.”
Hanzo proceeded carefully, but it wasn’t too long before he had one finger encased in Cassidy’s heat, and not long after that, he was freely sliding it in and out.
Cassidy had an almost thoughtful expression as he stared at the ceiling and simply took in the experience. “You’re right so far,” he said. “The same but different. And I ain’t got a cramp in my hand from the weird angle, which is nice.”
Hanzo took that as a sign to start pressing in with two fingers.
“Mmm,” Cassidy responded, licking his lips. “That’s…that’s actually really good.”
“How so?”
“Dunno, really, I just…like how you’re…how I’m…opening up. I ain’t never gone this slow before. I’d usually have the dildo all the way in by now.”
Oh , Hanzo thought, hiding a smile from that small but significant piece of information.
He kept up the slow and steady pace now that he knew the boy had likely never had the patience to let his body really and truly relax before shoving a dildo up into it and jacking off.
Cassidy let out a whooshed breath when he felt Hanzo’s knuckles press against his rim. Then he started to make sweet sounds again when Hanzo began twisting his fingers in place, and his breathing quickened when Hanzo scissored them apart, working the tight space wider and looser bit by bit.
“Phew,” he said, letting go of one leg to wipe the sweat from his brow.
That was the moment for Hanzo to reposition him so that his ankles could rest on Hanzo's shoulders. That made fingering him more awkward, but it was almost time for the moment of truth.
Cassidy took a steadying breath then Hanzo started working in a third finger.
“You’re doing so well,” he murmured during a long pause when his three fingers had been stuck only halfway in and the boy started to fidget, a shadow of doubt and light frustration falling across his face. “Just be patient. The more we accommodate your body, the warmer the welcome we will eventually receive.”
“Who’s this ‘we’ you’re talking about?” Cassidy asked impishly. “You got some friends waiting around outside for their turn?”
“Only one, actually. The real reason I’m going so slow is because he’s twice as big as me. I call him Gutpuncher.”
“Oh lord,” Cassidy mock-deplored, throwing an arm over his eyes. “Whatever shall I d- oooo !”
Hanzo’s fingers slid in entirely.
“There,” Hanzo said triumphantly, watching Cassidy’s O-face.
It was almost time.
Despite his words urging the boy to be patient, Hanzo was only just holding onto the ragged ends of his own patience.
Cassidy was so tight and hot around his fingers.
Hanzo longed to be fully seated in him.
But he methodically kept at it, rotating his fingers and slowly drawing out and pushing in and focusing on Cassidy’s gradually loosening hole until, at last, there was nothing more to be done unless he had something bigger, longer, and thicker to work with.
As it happened…
His heartbeat quickening, he looked up at Cassidy and quietly said, “We have two options. I can lie down for you to straddle me. You would then be in complete control.” He paused and studied him, gauging his reaction.
Cassidy swallowed before asking, “And option number two?”
Hanzo took hold of his erection and pressed it firmly against his perineum. “But you must be sure to tell me to stop when you get uncomfortable. Not if . When. You won’t be able to take all of me quickly. You may not be able to take all of me at all.”
“Yeah, I can,” Cassidy said confidently but with a trace of affronted pride.
Hanzo leveled a flat look at him. “I am bigger than your dildo.”
“How d’you know that ?”
“Because I just spent twenty minutes getting just three of my fingers into you.”
“It hasn’t been…”
Hanzo gestured at the old-style clock with cactus hands and US Route sign numbers hanging on the wall. He doubted that Cassidy had thought to take note of the time when Hanzo started fingering him open, but Hanzo had.
Cassidy snapped his mouth closed.
And to his credit, he thought it over.
“I…” he said slowly. “I think you know what you’re doing. And…”
He blushed furiously.
“...and I kinda like having my legs on your shoulders. Like this.”
“Me, too,” Hanzo said, secretly rejoicing.
As good as the boy might look atop him, having him spread out beneath him like this was heavenly.
Hanzo dribbled lube onto his erection, sighing in a mixture of pleasure and relief at the long awaited sensation, before he made sure he was wet and dripping with it.
Then he shuffled forward and, taking himself in hand, he gently rubbed his spongy, dark cockhead against Cassidy’s entrance, feeling it immediately clench. He felt Cassidy try to relax, but every movement of the large intruder made the ring of muscle contract as tightly as it could, despite the work Hanzo had put into it with his fingers.
But that was to be expected.
“Here we go,” he whispered.
And he began to press in.
Unprompted but extremely wisely, Cassidy took in deep, controlled breaths, and every time he exhaled Hanzo pressed a little more firmly. Slowly, gently, tenderly, he pressed forward, and Cassidy’s hole fluttered, wavered, then began to give, and Cassidy moaned.
Hanzo should have been watching the boy’s face, but he was entranced by the sight of the ring of muscle stretching further and further over the tip of Hanzo’s cock, holding it tight and snug as it crept inwards and began to disappear inside.
Then his cockhead sank out of view into Cassidy’s flesh, his hole closing over the ridge to grip the shaft of his cock.
He was in.
“Phew,” Cassidy breathed, his fingers fisted in the sheets once more. “So far, so good. I…gotta admit…it feels good getting stretched out like this. Wasn't expecting that. How…how do I feel?”
“You feel amazing,” Hanzo returned, looking up at him. “I’ve only got the tip in and already your body feels incredible. You’re so hot and tight around me. Incredible. Just incredible.”
Cassidy grinned, pleased and gratified.
Hanzo pushed in further, fairly easily now that his thick cockhead had gotten past the tight sphincters of Cassidy’s asshole. The boy moaned lustily as Hanzo filled him, and it was clear that he thought the worst was over and that it would be smooth sailing from here on out.
Hanzo was aware that it probably wouldn’t be, so he was already prepared to freeze the instant his cock encountered a wall of resistance and Cassidy suddenly went rigid.
“Shh, shh,” Hanzo whispered, reaching down to trail his fingers over the boy’s furry stomach. “It’s alright.”
“What…what’s happening?” he asked, raising his head up and looking down worriedly. “What’re you…it feels like you’re bumping against something…hard? Is it my…is it a bone or something?”
Hanzo shook his head. “Your colon takes a turn to the side,” he explained, “and there’s a muscle that forms a sling to tie the turn down firmly in place.”
“O-oh.”
“Sometimes the body is able to relax and allow the colon to straighten,” Hanzo said, still stroking Cassidy’s belly, “and sometimes it isn’t. If yours can’t, this is as far as I can go without hurting you.”
Cassidy immediately tried to sit up and look down. “But you’re only…halfway in?” he said with real disappointment. “That ain’t right. I want all of you.”
Hanzo smiled. “Me, too. But we will simply have to see if your body is able.”
“So we just gotta wait ?!” Cassidy asked doubtfully. “How’re you gonna stay hard? I mean, I’m already…”
His cock had softened to a half-erection.
“How am I going to stay hard?” Hanzo repeated. “Hmm. What could possibly keep me aroused? If only there were a handsome young man around here who could…mmmmm…”
The boy was smart.
He had pushed himself up until he could cup his hand around Hanzo’s neck and pull him down into a bruising kiss.
It was awkward, because despite being so much younger he was taller, so Hanzo quickly peppered kisses down over his chin and down his neck until he was lavishing attention at the base of his throat, and Cassidy could lean back again comfortably with Hanzo all but laying atop him.
But the boy wasn’t done.
He swept his hands up and down Hanzo’s defined back a couple of times before he ran them over his sides to cup his mighty, wide pectorals, and Hanzo shuddered when his thumbs found his nipples and began tweaking over them.
Not only did Hanzo remain rock hard half-buried in Cassidy, but the boy’s erection regrew and pressed into Hanzo’s abs as Hanzo hunted down the most sensitive spots on Cassidy’s throat, and the boy continued to reciprocate by rubbing Hanzo’s nipples between thumbs and forefingers, coaxing them into hardness.
“God, I wish I could get my mouth on these,” he said quietly.
“You can’t get yours on mine,” Hanzo replied, “I, on the other hand…”
And he moved down from Cassidy’s throat to lick and drag his teeth over Cassidy’s nubs, and he shuddered under his attention.
Meanwhile, Hanzo was slighty rocking his hips, his cockhead always kept nudged against the wall of resistance within him, but gently poking and prodding about for any hint that the wall might waver and fall away while Cassidy’s body was occupied with Hanzo’s mouth taking his nipples delicately between his teeth and laving at them with his hot, rough tongue.
“Fuck…” Cassidy sighed. “You’re gonna make me cum just from licking m…”
Then he gasped.
Hanzo’s cock lurched forward.
Hanzo’s head snapped up. “Did I…” he started to say, before Cassidy’s mouth all but crashed into his.
“Mmm!” Cassidy moaned, and his hands clawed at Hanzo’s hips until he got a firm, almost bruising grip and pulled on them, hard . “Mmm!”
And Hanzo pressed flush against Cassidy’s ass, fully buried inside.
The wall had given way, and whatever sensation had flooded through Cassidy’s body had him sucking and chewing and biting on Hanzo’s plump bottom lip before his tongue was desperately invading his mouth, and all the while he was moaning, grunting, and even whimpering into Hanzo’s mouth.
Then he broke apart from Hanzo and pressed their foreheads together, eyes closed, his lips open and panting, his face scrunched up. “God!” he swore fervently. “God, that’s…you’re…you’re so deep …you’re so… fucking good… fuck .”
He kept on rambling, and the momentary alarm in Hanzo’s chest melted into a rich, chocolatey warmth suffused with carnal lust.
Cassidy was fine. Cassidy was enjoying this.
Cassidy was tight and fiery and smooth and silky around his cock, and however much pleasure Cassidy was getting out of it, Hanzo was certain he himself was getting as much or more, and he wasn’t even moving yet, and all of it sharpened by the knowledge that he was the first, that he was the only person who had ever touched and experienced and opened up this brand new virgin territory.
Even still, though, it was not yet time to abandon himself to his desires.
He had to reach down and gently peel Cassidy’s hands off his hips when the boy tried to start moving them backward and forward himself.
“C’mon!” the boy whined. “We’re there! You’re in me! Fucking pound me already!”
Hanzo brought his hands to his lips and kissed four knuckles, murmured, “Patience,” then kissed the other four. “Trust me and have patience. Your body has taken a huge step forward. Let it adjust.”
“Fucking tease ,” Cassidy growled, his eyes flashing.
Hanzo grinned back, and something of his boiling, increasingly desperate desire must have shown through, because Cassidy stilled like a deer in the headlights.
“If I can show patience for so very long,” he growled down at him, “so can you.”
And he drew Cassidy’s forefingers into his mouth and bit down to hold it firmly, just this side of painfully, between his sharp teeth as he lashed his tongue up and down its length, breathing hard at the feeling of Cassidy’s burning hot body holding his dick so firm and tight.
Patience. Patience, patience, patience.
Thrice-damned, shitty patience, making him wait so long, forcing him to hold back for so long, obligating him to stand still when he should be jackhammering into the phenomenal silky heat embracing him…
He was trembling, he realized, trembling like a leaf as the finish line was at last within sight…
…and they could finally begin.
He began drawing back, slowly, slowly, because he had not altogether thrown caution to the winds, but he was close.
Cassidy’s body dragged delightfully, gloriously on his cockhead, on every vein of his shaft, on his very skin as he pulled back until the ridge of his mushroom head caught on the rim of Cassidy's hole. He pulled back just a little further, looking down to watch his cock pull on that ring of muscle, before he was slowly pushing back in…
…carefully watching Cassidy go cross-eyed and his jaw drop…
…until he bottomed out, fully sheathed once more.
Not an ounce, not a hint of resistance opposed him.
It.
Was.
Time.
He… they had been patient, and it was time for his, their reward.
Hanzo began to thrust.
Cassidy cried out, and there was no pain, no anxiety, and no doubt, just sheer, pure, unadulterated pleasure as his tight and virginal yet soft and pliant innards gave way, welcomed, pulled Hanzo's cock inward into their white-hot, incandescent heat.
“Hunnh,” Cassidy grunted. “ Hungh. Jesus Christ. Jesus. This’s…you’re…you were…god damn , you knew what you were…knew what you were… talking about. I’m glad I… ah! Ah! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! ”
Hanzo had changed the angle of his thrusts, aiming to press against and then past Cassidy’s prostate with each stroke. Relaxed, open, and yielding as he now was, his prostate was giving a much stronger reaction than when he brushed against it earlier.
Excellent, Hanzo thought to himself, watching globs of precum spurt out of the boy’s dark, rigid erection every time he snapped his hips forward. Excellent. Superb.
Everything he had worked for, he added, grinning at Cassidy’s slackjawed, blown-away expression even as his torso and arms tensed and writhed and wordless whimpers escaped his throat.
Hanzo increased his tempo, and what little sense remained in Cassidy’s eyes was drowned in the well of sexual thrill bubbling up from his pelvis up through his core and spreading out through his limbs, electricity crackling and buzzing through every nerve, ecstasy flowing through every artery and vein.
Hanzo gloried in Cassidy’s euphoria, his ego stoked and purring deep within his chest even as his own core coiled tighter and tighter as he thrust, then pumped, then began to absolutely hammer into him, the long buildup paying off handsomely as his body received every strike with nothing but elation for both Cassidy and Hanzo.
“I’m…hey, I’m…I’m gonna…gonna…” the boy babbled.
Hanzo leaned forward and gathered him up, his long legs falling over his shoulders to hook around his lower back, and, still kneeling on the mattress, he lifted him up and began slamming him down onto his cock, the boy’s arms and hands clutching weakly at his back and neck, his head lolling on his shoulder, his goatee rubbing at his skin as he pressed openmouthed, drooling kisses to Hanzo’s shoulder and neck and cheek and ear.
“ Ah!” he cried out.
And Hanzo bit into the sinew at the base of his neck and growled like a feral animal as he felt the boy’s cock spurt between them. Hot, almost burning semen jetted up to coat their stomachs and drip from their chests at the exact moment the coil in Hanzo’s gut snapped and he unleashed his own boiling essence deep, deep into him, thrusting the boy down onto his cock and grinding him down to make sure it reached as far into his core as humanly possible, seized by a primal need to mark Cassidy, to make sure he never forgot who had been first.
For an endless exhilarating moment they held tight to each other, tremors wracking their bodies, cum painting their bodies inside and out, Cassidy’s lips on Hanzo’s skin and Hanzo’s teeth on Cassidy’s skin, holding him in place, riding high on a climax that bordered on delirium.
Then, slowly, slowly, slowly, almost as slowly as the long, patient buildup had been, they came down, and Hanzo slowly dropped forward, tongue laving at the red-pink marks his teeth left behind, draping his muscular bulk over Cassidy’s thin, wiry frame like a living, weighted, heated blanket, Cassidy’s arms and legs still wrapped around him, not allowing for an inch of separation.
There they lay, chests heaving against each other, sweat dripping down around Hanzo’s sides to mix with Cassidy’s semen plastering his thick chest and belly hair to Hanzo’s smooth skin and thick muscles, eyes closed, mouths open and panting.
And they simply lay there for a long time.
After a while, minutes or hours, Hanzo had no idea because time was meaningless in the hazy and comfortable afterglow, but long enough for his dick to have softened and flopped out of Cassidy’s sloppy, dripping hole, Cassidy's limbs fell away one by one until he was spreadeagled under Hanzo.
The boy's breathing had long since returned to normal, and Hanzo supposed he had fallen deeply into a post-coital slumber, so when a chill began to creep into his skin, he gingerly began to extricate himself so as not to disturb his young bedmate.
"Oh, good, you're awake," came Cassidy’s surprisingly chipper voice. "I thought you'd passed out on me. Ready for round two?"
Hanzo chuckled.
Then Cassidy grinded his hips…and his erection…against him.
Oh, to be young again.
But…
Hanzo wasn't feeling too drained.
And he had only checked off one of young Cassidy's v-cards.
He lifted his hips up and snaked an arm between them to grip and stroke Cassidy’s erection. "We have two options. Either I can blow you or you can fuck me. I'll need a bit more time before anything else."
"Both good choices," the boy replied, smiling lazily. "If you're so tired , though, old man, then I guess I know which one I should pick."
Hanzo narrowed his eyes.
Then he lifted himself up off of Cassidy entirely.
"Whoa there! Wait!" the boy exclaimed, trying to scramble up after him. "I didn't mean to…oof!"
Hanzo pushed down firmly on his hairy chest, forcing him flat to the mattress. "A tired old man, eh?" he said softly, looking into Cassidy's wide open brown eyes. "As you grow older, you will find that fatigue comes in many forms. My dick may need some time, but the rest of me?"
And he swung a leg over Cassidy’s hips, one knee on either side, and rubbed his ass against the boy's huge erection, slotting it between his cheeks.
"And I," he added, reaching for the bottle of lube, "will not require quite as much preparation as you did."
He already had a finger buried inside himself, making sure to make the obscene, wet sounds audible.
Cassidy gulped.
Hanzo grinned and added a second finger.
When he was ready for a third, he also poured lube on his free hand and reached behind himself to stroke Cassidy’s cock, taking great pleasure not only in the feel of its hardness and the perfect shape of its spongy head, but also in the way his chest puffed out with both arms behind him, as though he were handcuffed.
Cassidy looked enraptured, his eyes trailing down from Hanzo’s molten dark eyes, past his cumstained chest and sixpack, his pecs heaving and jiggling, his abs tensing and flexing, to his floppy, semi-erect dick, swinging heavily over his balls, still leaking the very last dregs of his ejaculation.
It was clear the boy wasn't about to say it, but he found the sight of Hanzo’s dick, spent and flaccid yet with drops of whitish semen clinging to the hood of his foreskin covering his glans, to be a highly erotic sight.
Was he thinking about how it had felt inside of him, literally opening new avenues of pleasure? Was he imagining how it had looked, speared deep inside of him, with fountains of cum showering out, cum that he could surely still feel inside of him, marking him, the physical confirmation that he had just completed a rite of passage?
Or was he thinking how thick and girthy it looked, even like this, and was marveling that he had fit it all up inside of him?
Or did he simply want a taste of those drops hanging there so temptingly as he lay there, licking his lips?
Whatever his thoughts were, Hanzo was ready.
He rose up on his knees, pressed Cassidy’s cock between his cheeks and shivered when it scored a direct hit on his hole.
Then he paused.
“I hope,” he said, raising an eyebrow down at an openmouthed Cassidy, “that I’m not being too presumptuous. It is your birthday, after all.”
Cassidy shook his head quickly, sending wet locks of brown hair flying. “No, no!” he declared. “You’re still in the driver’s seat, and you are taking me for one hell of a ride. I’m loving every minute of it!”
“Good,” Hanzo said softly with real relief in his voice. “I would hate for this to be unwelcome.”
And he sank down, down, down onto Cassidy’s cock, exhaling one long breath as Cassidy stretched him wider than Hanzo had experienced (and enjoyed) in a long while.
Cassidy’s eyes widened until they bulged when the round globes of Hanzo’s muscular ass settled comfortably on Cassidy’s hips.
“Yes,” Hanzo sighed, elongating the s into a long, satisfied hiss. “Now that’s the stuff.” He winked down at Cassidy, who managed a chuckle despite clearly being overwhelmed by the easy glide into the hot, silky embrace of Hanzo’s body, his insides conforming to his cock like a tailored glove.
But Hanzo still needed a few moments to get used to the stretch and the intense sensation of seating such a huge dick inside of him. He rubbed one hand against his sticky, tacky stomach, imagining the cockhead sitting lodged in his guts under the skin, pulsing and leaking, while tweaking at one of his nipples with his other hand.
“I never got a taste of those,” Cassidy said quietly, staring at the hard nub between his thumb and forefinger.
“No better time,” Hanzo replied, holding out his hand.
With a flash of shock, Cassidy accepted, and Hanzo pulled him up, directing him to bring his legs in to be loosely crossed so that Hanzo was now sitting in his lap, his arms wrapped around Hanzo’s hips lightly, subconsciously fondling his ass, and Hanzo’s pecs were indeed at just the right height, sitting perked and hard before the boy’s soft, slightly parted lips.
“Goddamn,” he muttered. “What a treat.”
Hanzo opened his mouth to reply, but he threw his head back and let out a moan when the boy latched onto a nipple and began to suck hard and all but thrash his tongue against it, sending sparks of pleasure edging on exquisite pain racing through him.
Cassidy let out a pleased growl in response and sucked harder while bringing one hand to his other nipple and pinching it lightly.
Hanzo exhaled breathily, then licked his lips and smiled when Cassidy glanced up at him.
Then he raised himself up and grinded down, and he had the pleasure of seeing the boy go cross-eyed with his mouth clamped on his tit.
That image would stay with him forever.
Then, as Hanzo started bouncing up and down, Cassidy’s eyes closed and the hard suction on his nipple let up, but Cassidy was slowly, almost dreamily, laving his tongue across it as his head nodded up and down in time with Hanzo’s motions, letting his subconscious take over as he was lost in the feeling of his long, thick length spearing between Hanzo’s asscheeks and into his heat.
His hand fell away from his other nipple to join its brother in massaging and groping Hanzo’s ass, sometimes pulling the cheeks apart only to release them to slap back together, sometimes simply cupping them and kneading handfuls of them with his strong fingers.
And all the while, Hanzo bobbed in his lap, not bothering to filter the groans, grunts, and sighs bubbling out of his throat at the feel of being spread open so much deeper inside than he was used to. Cassidy’s dick was so thick that he almost fancied he could feel his cockhead molding his insides to its wide, bulbous shape, and he welcomed the picture of it sculpting him to its liking, so that it would fit perfectly like lock and key.
Hanzo’s own cock began to revive, hardening up enough to rub against the tacky fur of Cassidy’s lean stomach.
And still the boy remained latched onto him, every sound he made vibrating into Hanzo’s chest to meet the steady thud of his heart.
Those sounds were getting slightly though increasingly higher pitched, and Cassidy’s breath quickened, blowing hot across Hanzo’s skin from his nose.
Hanzo angled his hips to rub his dick more firmly against Cassidy, hoping to get the timing right again as the boy whined and whimpered against him as Hanzo coaxed him closer and closer to orgasm.
Then, suddenly, one of Cassidy’s hands released Hanzo’s ass and took hold of his cock, furiously stroking it as he unlatched from his chest and grit his teeth, eyes clenching closed.
Hanzo gasped and increased his pace to try to match Cassidy’s, and that tipped the boy over, his hips thrusting up into Hanzo as he bowed his head and started babbling, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” over and and over.
But he kept pumping Hanzo’s cock, and when Hanzo felt the first molten jet of cum rushing into him, he seized up and slammed his hips down to bury Cassidy into himself just as globs of white semen exploded out of his cock, right up into Cassidy’s face.
Cassidy growled lustily, and Hanzo shuddered at the lecherous sound, and a particularly large glob erupted out, and Cassidy laughed between groans as his cock kept spasming and spurting inside Hanzo, filling him up.
As his own orgasm faded and sense returned to his mind, Hanzo looked down. Cassidy’s head was still bowed, and Hanzo reached up and lightly trailed his fingers through the damp brown locks.
They were as soft as they looked.
Cassidy didn’t react until, with one last shudder and one last weak spurt, his own climax faded. He took in a few deep breaths, then raised his head, and Hanzo swallowed thickly.
The boy’s face was covered in his cum, lying in thick streaks across his cheeks and caught in his scraggly goatee.
It had been a long time since he’d seen such a lewd sight, and it was thrilling.
He gently stroked his thumb along one of Cassidy’s prominent cheekbones, collecting a dollop of cum, and, locking eyes with him, pressed it against the boy’s lips.
Cassidy opened his mouth and snaked his tongue out to lap at his thumb before wrapping his lips around it entirely, sucking it clean without breaking eye contact.
Hanzo cleaned him up that way, feeding Cassidy his cum until his face was free of streaks and globs, but shiny with a film of strong-smelling, alkaline residue.
Hanzo leaned down and licked across his lips, tasting himself mixed with stale liquor and old cigarettes.
Divine.
Cassidy wrapped his arms around him and tipped them both over onto their sides. His cock, youthful as it was, hadn’t yet softened enough to withdraw from Hanzo’s hole, but both were content to leave it where it was. They lay with their legs entangled, though Cassidy’s extended far past Hanzo’s, with Cassidy’s face nestled between Hanzo’s pecs and Hanzo tenderly combing his fingers through his hair.
Again, they lay there for a long while, but Hanzo was fairly certain that he’d taken nearly all the boy had to offer; his cock, still embedded in him, was not rehardening.
So this was likely the end of the night, and, frankly, he was well-satisfied with it, and Cassidy seemed to be, too, the way he breathed slowly and easily into his chest and held him close.
“God, you’re amazing,” he murmured, breaking into Hanzo’s reverie.
“And you are as well,” Hanzo replied, scratching lightly at Cassidy’s scalp. “I haven’t come across a lover like you in a long time, and it was particularly nice since it’s your first time. Thank you for the honor.”
“Aw, shucks, thank you,” Cassidy replied, snuggling into his chest. “Couldn’t have asked for a better eighteenth birthday. I ain’t ever gonna forget it.”
Hanzo hummed in a pleased tone.
A little while later, he ventured, “We should get cleaned up. It’s getting late.”
Cassidy didn’t reply for a moment. Then, shyly, his voice muffled by Hanzo’s skin, he asked, “Do ya…want me to get a-going?”
“Not at all,” Hanzo replied. “It’s up to you. I don’t wish to shackle you to an old man’s bed, but you are welcome to stay.”
“Then…” Cassidy said, sounding, to Hanzo’s befuddlement, even more bashful, “Then…do we gotta…do we gotta…”
Hanzo waited patiently, though he felt Cassidy’s face grow hot against him. He was blushing furiously.
“Do we…gotta clean up?”
Hanzo blinked. “What?”
Cassidy took a while to build up the courage to reply.
“I…like how you smell,” he eventually admitted, as though revealing a great secret. “I like how you smell with…me…on you.”
Hanzo huffed a short laugh. “I think you’ll find,” he said drily, “that most people will not be conducive to such a request.”
“I’m sorry,” Cassidy muttered, trying to draw away.
Hanzo held fast onto him. “Your luck, however,” he said, “continues to hold. I do smell nice with you on me.”
Cassidy grinned against him. “You do, you really do,” he said with a great deal of relief.
“Yes. Though I don’t envy the cleaning staff, since it’s a special occasion, I believe we can remain here.”
“That sounds perfect,” Cassidy said, and, as though this last request sapped the very last of his strength, his voice was drowsy and heavy. “Then…I guess we could…turn in.”
“Very well,” Hanzo agreed. “Lights out.”
And the voice activated lights, the highest piece of technology this motel offered beside the holoscreen TV, plunged them into darkness, and Cassidy snuggled up even closer.
“When we do clean up tomorrow,” he said, his voice getting foggy, “we should shower together.”
“Obviously,” Hanzo replied, settling in comfortably. “You still need your first blowjob, too.”
“Oh, yeah…can’t wait.”
“Me, either,” Hanzo replied, smiling into the darkness. “Something to look forward to.”
“Hell yeah.”
There was a reasonable chance of a bad night’s sleep when one took a complete stranger into their bed, and especially one with limbs as lanky as Cassidy’s. Hanzo half-expected to be elbowed in the face or kneed in the groin, but mercifully, the boy turned out to sleep as soundly and as still as a log.
The only time he stirred was when Hanzo extricated himself from Cassidy’s arms in the middle of the night to go urinate (a consequence of his relatively advanced age, compared to his bedmate, he thought wryly). When he came back to the bed, he could feel clumsy hands reaching out and hear quiet, slightly distressed murmurs, and as soon as he laid back down, Cassidy took him right back into his arms and determinedly nestled his face back into his chest.
There was no telling in the darkness whether he did it consciously or unconsciously, but Hanzo found it endearing either way.
Hours later, Hanzo woke to the light of “dawn” slowly brightening the room. Being built into a cliffside with no windows, there was of course no dawn, but Hanzo was used to rising with the sun, and the lights had a sunrise mode.
Cassidy slept on, however, and his searching hands and disturbed sounds during the night kept Hanzo still and flush against him.
It turned out to be the perfect moment to take in some overlooked details about Cassidy’s handsome, peaceful face. He had faint freckles scattered across his nose and cheeks, and his eyelashes were long and full. From time to time his eyebrows would twitch and his lips would move slightly, and Hanzo wondered who he was talking to.
He politely ignored the thin line of drool trailing from the corner of his slightly open mouth onto the blanket.
Hanzo’s eyes eventually fluttered back closed and he dozed despite the strengthening light in the room.
When he woke up again, he was being watched.
“G’morning,” Cassidy said, lying on his side, his head cushioned by his arm, hair tousled and sticking up in crazy directions, a shy but charming smile gracing his lips. “Sleep well?”
Hanzo smiled back. “Yes. And yourself?”
“Like a baby. Way better than I was expecting, actually. It’s the first time I’ve shared a bed with anyone.”
“You are accomplishing so many firsts lately.”
“Sure am. Been awake for awhile waiting to do a couple more, though, actually.”
“Have you?” Hanzo asked coyly, glancing down.
Sure enough, Cassidy’s cock was hard, full, and heavy.
“Well, then,” Hanzo said, his own dick lengthening and actually straightening out to touch Cassidy’s as the two of them lay stretched out facing each other, “let’s get cleaned off and get ready.”
“Ready to get down and dirty,” Cassidy replied with a grin.
The next few minutes were unavoidably domestic, but Hanzo took them in stride. Cassidy was relieved when he produced an extra toothbrush out of his luggage, and the two of them stood side by side in the bathroom brushing their teeth, Cassidy’s eyes wandering over Hanzo’s physique more than once with appreciation, though with a touch of envy. Then Hanzo turned out the shower, and Cassidy turned halfway to the door and said, “I guess I’ll wait in the room?” as though he had forgotten his own request.
He grinned when Hanzo took a firm hold of his arm and pulled him in.
The water pressure was strong and the water hot, and Cassidy looked wonderful with his hair, both on his head and his body, wet and plastered to his skin. They each shampooed and conditioned their own hair, but Cassidy snatched the bottle of body wash before Hanzo could touch it. “Turn around,” he ordered, squeezing a generous portion onto his palm.
Hanzo obeyed, looking forward to the boy’s strong hands on his back.
He gasped when Cassidy fully embraced him instead, his hands beginning to work up a lather on his chest and belly.
“Gotta start with the dirtiest parts,” the boy crooned, leaning down to speak into his ear. “Where I came on you, all over these meaty pecs. God , you’re swole.” He cupped Hanzo’s pecs and actually lifted them up before letting them fall back into place. “I ain’t never been able to touch muscles like yours before. They’re…softer than I expected.”
“They certainly can be,” Hanzo said, taking Cassidy’s hands and placing them back on his pecs and flexing. “As soft or as hard as you want.”
“Jesus,” Cassidy muttered in awe. “Jesus.”
Cassidy explored his body thoroughly, the shower going on and on and possibly ringing up a water bill that far exceeded what Hanzo had paid for the room, but he allowed the boy to sate his curiosity, especially since it fed his ego so delightfully. The boy’s soapy, slippery hands were everywhere, tracing the lines of his abs, trying to encircle his thighs and, failing that, trying to encircle his calves and failing again, then feeling how much his biceps swelled when Hanzo flexed.
Then Hanzo shivered and smiled when Cassidy nudged his legs apart to make sure he was squeaky clean between his legs, too.
Especially his ballsack.
Most especially his ass, the boy’s finger stroking across his hole but heeding Hanzo’s warning that soap did not make good lube.
Then Hanzo motioned for Cassidy to turn around.
Cassidy laughed when Hanzo embraced him from behind as well. “Well, this should take about half as long,” he joked, and Hanzo did not miss the self-deprecation in his voice.
“You’d be surprised,” Hanzo murmured into his back.
And he made sure to explore Cassidy’s body just as thoroughly.
It was not out of pity or even as an attempt to remain on an even footing.
Cassidy’s body hair was not a complete novelty, but this was the first time Hanzo had had free rein to run his hands over every square inch of such a hairy body, and he took full advantage of it. He had never really noticed before, for example, that between the dark and thick hair on Cassidy’s chest and belly and the finer, lighter hair descending down his shoulders and back, his sides were smooth and bare in a line that descended nearly to his thighs, nor that there was hair on the backs of his hands but not on the tops of his feet like he expected.
There was also the skin and lean muscle under the body hair to enjoy, of course, and Hanzo took pleasure in how he could virtually hide the boy entirely when he wrapped his thick arms around him…except for the fact that he sprouted out of his embrace like he was hugging a tall tree.
“That’s me,” Cassidy said with a roll of his eyes. “Cass the Beanpole. Can you believe that I’ve actually put on fifteen pounds in the last year? I’ve been eating mo…eating better. You shoulda seen me before.”
“Then you are still growing,” Hanzo said, making Cassidy shiver as his sudsy hands took a firm hold of his cock and balls. “By next year, you’ll be bigger than me.”
“Wouldn’t that be something?” Cassidy said softly. “Wouldn’t that be something…”
“Perhaps you could construct some sort of home gym,” Hanzo said conversationally even as his slick fingers fondled the boy’s ballsack. “There seems to be plenty of building materials around here, and I know there are guides online.”
“Yeah…yeah,” Cassidy mused. “There sure are.”
“Just remember to be patient with your body.”
Cassidy chuckled. “Well, if the results are as good as they were last night, I think I just might.”
“They will be,” Hanzo said confidently. “I had my eye on these,” he palmed Cassidy’s abdomen, right over the abs yearning to breathe free, “almost immediately.”
Eventually Hanzo had his fill, too, and they managed to keep their hands to themselves long enough to rinse off and towel off, and Cassidy leaned against the wall and watched Hanzo blow dry his long, black-and-white hair, the noise too loud for conversation, but actions spoke louder than words: his dick stood proud and tall, and so did Hanzo’s.
When Hanzo turned the hairdryer off, Cassidy immediately came forward and tugged on his hand.
Hanzo smiled and let himself be led out.
Then Cassidy sat him down in the worn but comfortable armchair, and kneeled between his legs.
“Let me take the wheel for a little bit,” he purred, running his hands up Hanzo’s muscular thighs. “Can’t let you drive us all the way home.”
Hanzo smiled, leaned back, and placed his hands behind his head, mimicking the boy’s pose from the night before. “Get to it,” he commanded.
Cassidy took Hanzo’s cock in hand, his fingers unable to circle around the base, and mouthed at the underside of the foreskin still covering the head. Hanzo sighed in pleasure, and Cassidy, visibly encouraged, took the hooded head into his mouth and licked around it, giving Hanzo a taste of what was to come and even making his foreskin retract a little bit, before sticking his tongue in. Instead of following Hanzo’s lead from the night before, however, he concentrated on Hanzo’s slit, licking the flat of his tongue right across it before teasing at it with the very tip, as though trying to work his way in the way Hanzo had worked his tongue into his asshole.
It proved to be very effective as Hanzo’s foreskin fully retracted to leave his mushroom head bare, shiny, and dark.
“Works just as well IRL as in porn,” Cassidy declared proudly.
“A career option, then,” Hanzo replied and Cassidy laughed loudly before heaping attention on his cock, licking up the precum leaking out before working his way down its length to mouth at his balls, taking one, then the other into the heat of his mouth while nuzzling at his shaft with his face, leaving a shiny trail of precum sticking to his bangs.
Then, taking in a deep, fortifying breath, Cassidy opened wide and took Hanzo into his mouth, as far down as he could go.
Hanzo let out an appreciative noise at the heat encompassing him and Cassidy’s hot, humid breath, and he smiled when he didn’t push his limits; he didn’t allow Hanzo to bump into the back of his throat and make him gag. He could feel his cockhead rubbing against Cassidy’s soft palate, and Cassidy was being careful, extremely careful with his teeth, and he tongued at the underside of Hanzo’s shaft before withdrawing, clamping his lips around him to let them drag across his skin and letting them catch on the head before it slipped out with a pop .
“You’re a natural,” Hanzo said, reaching down to cup Cassidy’s cheek.
Cassidy smiled and leaned into his hand. “All that porn’s gotta be good for something. Sure am glad you steered me onto the right track for assfucking, though.”
“Well,” Hanzo said with a short laugh, “you may have been happier with someone who was a more average size. The bigger the cock, the more patience required.”
“Yeah, but now I know I need to be careful with my cock,” Cassidy observed. “I probably woulda just shoved it in if I hadn’t experienced a big one myself, although I’ve also learned that some people can do that.”
“Can they? They sound absolutely extraordinary and, somehow, extremely handsome as well,” Hanzo preened, and Cassidy rolled his eyes.
“Sounds like someone’s getting a big head.”
“Yes. Right here.”
And Hanzo took his own cock in hand and smacked the head lightly on Cassidy’s cheek.
“Classy,” the boy commented drily.
Hanzo settled back, looking pleased.
Cassidy shook his head but got back to work, and Hanzo relaxed and enjoyed his ministrations. The taste and smell of Hanzo and his precum soon had the boy drooling, and his cock was shortly dripping with his saliva. Cassidy began to bob up and down, getting about half of his cock into his mouth while twisting one hand around the exposed shaft and fondling his ballsack with the other, and the combo of his hot mouth, his tight grip, and his gentle touch had Hanzo red-faced and breathing hard in very short order.
“I’m…I’m cumming,” he gasped out in warning.
Cassidy wrapped his lips around his cockhead and lapped at its underside, and Hanzo shuddered as his cock spasmed and spurted out his thick load right onto his waiting tongue.
“Mmm,” Cassidy moaned appreciatively, the deep timbre of his voice vibrating into Hanzo’s cock and making his orgasm spike still higher.
Cassidy swallowed the majority of his load down, then opened his mouth and started to milk Hanzo’s cock, encouraging a few last spurts to fall into his wide open mouth, then he gently rolled his fingers along the entire length to get out every last drop.
Then he closed his mouth, swished his tongue around, then swallowed with great relish.
“Delicious,” he pronounced, and Hanzo immediately leaned forward and took his head between his hands to draw him up into a kiss, licking into his mouth to sample the remnants of his own taste.
He also got a much better idea of how Cole himself tasted, though under the minty flavor of toothpaste.
When they parted, Hanzo smiled down at him and asked, “Now, how would you like it?”
Cassidy stood and stepped forward, looking down at him expectantly.
“Very well,” Hanzo said, and, leaning forward and placing his hands on Cassidy’s ass and drawing him still closer, he took a moment to smell along the length of his member, enjoying the clean smell of his skin that was already tinged with the slightly sharp but sweet and masculine scent of his sweat.
Cassidy shivered under the brush of Hanzo’s breath against his sensitive skin.
This time Hanzo chose not to start with the boy’s cock at all, and not even when his balls. Instead, he nudged his nose under his ballsack and started lapping at the spot just behind it, breathing and tasting his scent and flavor where they were much, much stronger, even so soon after bathing.
Cassidy’s heavy balls rested over the bridge of his nose, effectively blindfolding him, so there was no warning of the big, warm hand that began stroking from his temple around his ear.
“Goddamn, Shimada,” Cassidy breathed. “You look so good with my balls on your pretty face.”
Hanzo smiled and kept on lapping.
Cassidy’s fingers froze and Hanzo actually felt his balls draw up towards his shaft.
He had to hold back a peal of laughter. He had heard of balls retracting that way out of sheer fear and might have even felt it once or twice (but he’d been far too distracted to be paying attention to something like that ), but he had never expected to witness it happen, especially not in this way.
But he took one last breath in and let his tongue trail underneath Cassidy’s balls before he sat back and looked up at the boy’s ashen face.
“Nice to meet you, Cole Cassidy,” he said with an ironic smile. “I’d introduce myself as Hanzo Shimada, but you already knew that.”
Silence, then the boy rallied himself and stepped back, crossing his arms and fixing Hanzo with a challenging look.
“What’re you doing here on Deadlock turf?” he demanded, but he winced when his voice cracked on the first syllable, but he got his question out regardless.
Hanzo leaned back into the confortable armchair and crossed his leg, resting his ankle casually on his knee. “Just a simple factfinding mission, Mr. Cassidy,” he replied. “Nothing more.”
Cassidy’s eyes narrowed. “The boss of the Shimada came out on a factfinding mission?” he asked skeptically, and Hanzo found himself surging with pride at how quickly the boy had recovered from a disastrous mistake and now stood tall and firm, towering over a man twice his age and many times his experience, assets, and manpower.
The Deadlocks may yet avoid strike three.
The fact that the two of them were fully nude and wet with each other’s saliva added a perverse, surreal quality that Hanzo was likely never to experience again, so he was determined to enjoy it. Cole Cassidy might be a peerless gunslinger, but there was nothing to suggest he possessed any skill in hand-to-hand combat beyond what he had picked up in street fights and brawls. Unless he was greatly mistaken, Hanzo was in no danger, and thus able to maintain his calm, lightly amused expression without feigning it at all.
“Yes, to be perfectly honest. Things have been fairly boring at home, but there’s potentially a little bit of trouble brewing in San Diego. It was as good an excuse as any for a vacation.”
Cassidy scowled. “Nobody from a rival gang waltzes onto our turf and calls it a vacation.”
“I do.”
Cassidy flushed red, and it was interesting to see how different a shade anger was compared to passion. “You’re real cocky for someone who’s here all by their lonesome with no backup.”
“I am,” Hanzo agreed easily. “I must not need any.”
“This town is chock-full of my gang, Shimada,” Cassidy growled.
Less than two seconds later, Cassidy was facedown on the floor, his face pressed into the carpet by Hanzo’s foot.
Hanzo had most of his weight pressed onto the boy’s back, and Cassidy’s arms were only just beginning to scramble, trying to press himself up from the floor, but he froze when Hanzo’s foot moved from the back of his skull to a very specific point on his neck.
“No sudden moves, boy,” Hanzo said lightly, and Cassidy growled, but obeyed, his arms stilling. Hanzo waited a few moments to see if he really did understand that he was not in control of the situation before he leaned down and said, “Listen very carefully: your ‘gang’ has been coasting on good fortune for two years, largely as a result of operating in the middle of nowhere. Calamity Ashe has been, very wisely, buying up connections on the fringes of your dried up, desiccated ‘turf’, but while I find your antics amusing enough to come see them for myself, I will tell you now: you are no match for the outside world.”
The boy growled again, the fingers on his right hand twitching, longing for the gun hidden in one of his boots, which Hanzo had glimpsed while taking off his jeans the night before and then carefully unloaded and hidden during his midnight pee break.
“Do you understand, boy?” Hanzo asked, almost hissing the words. “No. Match. For the outside world.
“Not yet.”
And he lifted his foot off the boy’s neck and stepped off his back entirely.
The boy was on his feet in a flash, fists raised, but he very, very wisely came no nearer.
Hanzo regarded him with a flat look and a raised eyebrow.
Cassidy chewed his lip for a few seconds, his eyes small and poisonous, before he ventured, “Whaddaya mean, ‘not yet’?”
Hanzo smiled.
Smart boy.
“Is it true,” he asked, clasping his hands behind his back and tilting his head ever so slightly, “that you can split six men’s heads from two hundred yards?”
“Three hundred,” the boy declared, “while fanning the hammer of my revolver. That means…”
“So when you do this,” Hanzo said, reaching over to the bedside cabinet and taking out the boy’s gun, to his visible horror.
It clearly wasn’t his favorite gun, though. From the pictures and police files Hanzo had seen, when the boy said “revolver”, he nearly meant “hand cannon”, but the overall principle was the same. Hanzo cocked the gun and deftly fanned the hammer, making the unloaded gun click wildly.
“So imprecise,” he mused. “Most of the time.” Then he looked back up at the boy, whose eyes were twitching toward the door. “What’s really impressive, however, is that you know that good looks and good aim aren’t enough.”
The boy flushed again, and Hanzo was amused by the mixed shade that resulted.
“You knew that you needed funding, and, most important of all, a good crew. One that you could rely on, trust with your life even when you’re under fire.”
“Course,” the boy said.
Hanzo nodded. “That is a good foundation, boy. You’ve accomplished more at your age than a lot of petty criminals do in their entire lifetimes, but I’ll tell you again: you’ve been cruising on luck and the fact that nobody cares what happens in this forsaken desert. You’re bumping up against bigger and badder syndicates on all fronts, and none of them are impressed. If you keep going the way you’re going, you’ll be buried in a shallow grave by your nineteenth birthday, and all your gains will be for nothing.”
The boy’s eye twitched.
Hanzo regarded him solemnly, then eked out a tiny smile. “But. If you pull back a little, consolidate your forces, dig in and build up rather than out for, oh, two or three years, staying under the radar, keeping a low profile, sending out a feeler here or a feeler there, then you kids might actually be able to hold your own, and maybe even start absorbing other small-time gangs until you’re big enough to take on someone a little bigger, then someone a little bigger than that, and so on.
“Just remember that there are some people who will always be bigger than you. Always.”
“Like you,” the boy grunted.
“Like me,” Hanzo agreed. “You will never be able to take on the Shimada. We have been in this business for hundreds of years, and we’ll be in it for a few hundred years more at least.”
“All it takes,” the boy said, lowering his voice, “is one shot.”
“We know,” Hanzo said lightly, and he produced an empty palm, closed it into a tight fist, then opened it again to reveal a bullet.
Just as the boy’s eyes widened, Hanzo snapped the gun cylinder to the side, loaded the bullet, spun the cylinder, and snapped it back in place, cocking the gun and saying, “And I simply fan the hammer, correct?”
The boy stared at him, a light sheen of sweat on his brow, but otherwise fearless and proud and not backing down in the slightest.
Hanzo smiled.
And tossed him the gun.
The boy caught it with a gasp, looking down at it in his open hands like it was a bomb that might explode.
His head snapped up as Hanzo walked back to his armchair and sat down, crossing his leg to rest his ankle on his knee again.
“You have potential, Cole Cassidy,” he said with a slight smile. “Take it from someone raised in the business from birth: keep your cards close to your chest and play them wisely, and you, you in particular, could go far.”
Hanzo paused, made a show of thinking things over, and then nodded towards the door. “I believe that’s everything, Mr. Cassidy. Forgive an old man’s lechery, but while I’ll keep a close eye on you while you’re dressing, as a gesture of goodwill I won’t escort you out of here. I hope you’ll return the gesture by not sending any children with guns after me. Teen gangsters accosting a foreign tourist is just the sort of thing that would focus an awful lot of unwanted attention on Deadlock Gorge before it’s ready for it.
“Good bye.”
He steepled his fingers in front of his chest and raised his eyebrows expectantly.
The boy stood stockstill for a moment, the gun still lying across his open palms. Then, slowly, he turned towards his clothes crumpled up on the floor next to the door and took a single step.
And stopped. And turned back.
The two of them stared at each other for a long, long time, and Hanzo wouldn’t have been surprised if this was the first time the wheels in the boy’s head had turned so furiously.
"You think," he said at long last, slowly, as though he were thinking over every syllable carefully, "that we should send out a feeler here or there."
Hanzo raised his eyebrows higher but said nothing.
The boy chewed his bottom lip, glanced at the door again, but then, shaking his head a tiny bit, he stepped towards Hanzo, gun still flat on his palms.
When Hanzo did and said nothing, he took another step. And another.
Once he was in arm's reach, he held the gun out.
Hanzo regarded him coolly.
Then he took the gun and set it aside.
The boy swallowed.
"I've…sent out a 'feel' this morning," he said, trying to make it sound like he didn't think he sounded absolutely crazy. "How about you…send a 'feel'...back?"
And he pointed down at his completely soft cock.
Hanzo simply looked at him in silence for a long time, perhaps even a full minute or two.
Sweat trickled down the boy's face.
His cock chubbed up a little.
Hanzo smiled.
And he reached out to take the boy's flaccid flesh and fondled it.
"I propose," he said as the boy held back a sigh or an exhalation or any sound whatsoever, "that we continue being honest with each other. Deal?"
The boy nodded as his cock filled and grew in Hanzo’s hand.
"Excellent," Hanzo purred.
He leaned forward and licked along the side of the boy's cock, from the still heavily hooded head to the base.
"Does Calamity Ashe know I'm here?" he asked, and licked back the way he came.
"No siree," the boy replied, attempting a flippant tone to level the playing field but obviously thrown by Hanzo's Interrogation method. “If she did, she’d’ve been here herself to, uh, ‘welcome’ you. She just knows that the Shimada got a foothold in San Diego, so she’s discussed them…you…with me a couple times.”
“Prudent. And surprisingly thorough,” Hanzo commented as stroked his cock, gently rolling the stubborn foreskin back and forth. “You recognized me though you weren’t expecting me.”
“Hell no we weren't expecting you. I downed those shots, sat down, looked over and there you were. No mistaking you for anyone else.”
“No, I’m far too singular for my own good, though you should see my younger brother,” Hanzo said with a short laugh. He paused long enough to nudge his nose into the space between the boy’s ballsack and leg. It wasn’t as good as behind his ballsack, but Hanzo wasn’t going to take his eyes off the boy quite yet, but, as he expected, he smelled nearly as good here now because he’d been sweating so much in the last few minutes.
Fear sweat wasn’t nearly as alluring, though.
“Then it truly was your eighteenth birthday.”
The boy blushed, which was answer enough.
“And you relied on your powers of seduction despite being…”
The boy’s blush deepened and spread halfway down his chest, but Hanzo kept quiet until he realized he was forcing a verbal answer out of him. He struggled with himself for a few moments, then settled on mumbling, “Eighteen shots are a lot.”
“They are,” Hanzo agreed. “They are.”
The foreskin had retracted at least.
Hanzo engulfed the boy’s cock, making him exhale strongly through his nose.
And then he gasped in shock when his cockhead popped directly into Hanzo’s throat and Hanzo buried his nose into his dense, untrimmed pubes.
“ Fuck!” he hissed, clapping his hands to the back of Hanzo’s head and pressing hard. “Fuck! Shit, shit, shit!”
A laugh tried to force its way out of Hanzo’s lungs, but there was no getting past the cock lodged down his throat.
He waited patiently, black spots beginning to dance before his eyes, before the boy started and he snatched his hands away, raising them high like Hanzo had a gun to his back.
Hanzo merely moved back until he had just the tip between his soft lips, breathing deeply and blinking away the tears until they finished running down his face.
Then he buried Cassidy back into his throat, closing his eyes and wishing he could inhale while his nose was surrounded by his pubes, but withdrawing again, then pushing forward, and back, and forward.
The boy didn’t dare touch him again, but Hanzo could fuck his own skull onto his cock just fine without his help, which was evident enough in the shudders and tremblings that rocked his wiry frame from head to toe. He offered no more words, but he couldn’t stop the groans and grunts emanating deep within his chest.
Hanzo was hard again, his cock standing proudly in his lap as he gave the boy the best blowjob he could muster, the best blowjob he was ever going to receive. Nobody would top the ease with which Hanzo slid him into the tight confines of his throat, nobody would ever pump their mouth onto him faster and harder than the boy himself could ever do, and nobody would ever top the fact that Hanzo Shimada, master of dragons, boss of the Shimada clan, one of the largest criminal organizations in the world with power and riches the Deadlocks would never get close to attaining, was getting off on fucking his own skull onto his big, fat, girthy cock.
This was his punishment for having the gall to even attempt to deceive and entrap him.
Hanzo was going to ruin him.
And the boy knew it.
He howled to the high heavens and finally smashed his hips forward and unloaded his biggest, creamiest, thickest load yet, the biggest load he would ever shoot, directly into Hanzo’s stomach, his orgasm so intense and all-encompassing that he struggled to stay on his feet, his knees threatening to collapse under him as jet after jet, spurt after spurt, fountain after fountain exploded out of him.
The black spots had returned by the time the stream of semen even began to weaken, and Hanzo gently drew back, though the motion of his incredibly oversensitive cockhead popping back out of his throat was almost enough to knock the boy over, but he managed to stay standing as Hanzo allowed him to continue to cum onto his tongue, making him cry out and shake every time he swallowed and his tongue bumped into his cockhead.
Hanzo showed no mercy when the torrent slowed to a tribble. He locked his lips around the shaft and swirled his tongue around the head, eyes staring up into the boy’s face, daring him to pull back.
He shook, he spasmed, he writhed, but he didn’t pull back.
Smart boy.
When the very last of his semen, bitter, tangy, and utterly mouthwatering, was wrested out of him, Hanzo released him, and the boy staggered backward and collapsed on the bed, staring vacantly up at the ceiling, his dick hard and full as though he hadn’t come at all.
Ah.
To be young again.
But Hanzo had come to appreciate the advantages of experience gained over the years.
He stood, stretched his arms toward the ceiling while breathing in deep, and let them fall to his sides as he let out a long, satisfied sigh.
His cock bounced with the motions, hard and leaking.
He picked up the gun and deposited it back into the boy’s cowboy boot on his way to the bathroom. He turned on the faucets over the jacuzzi tub, testing the temperature until it was the perfect temperature to loosen every muscle, no matter how tense, and returned to the bedroom.
The boy was trying to sit up, but he was so boneless and sapped that he kept falling back.
He probably figured his welcome was well worn out, and that Hanzo expected him to leave when he had disappeared into the bathroom.
He leaned over the thin, prone form on his bed.
“Mr. Cassidy?”
The boy opened bleary eyes and struggled to focus on him.
Hanzo smiled.
“I’m not through with my ‘feel’ yet, Mr. Cassidy.”
“Wha…what?” the boy asked, completely bewildered.
Then he all but shrieked when Hanzo gathered him up in his arms and began carrying him bridal style, to the bathroom door.
He tried to struggle, but Hanzo allowed none of it until he poked the boy’s head through the door and nodded at the jacuzzi.
The boy stared at it uncomprehendingly.
“We can continue our ‘feel’ there,” Hanzo explained. “If you wish.”
Cassidy continued to stare at it until the tub was very close to overflowing onto the floor, but Hanzo held firm.
Patience.
Then, looking almost disgusted with himself, the boy nodded.
Hanzo smiled.
Patience was always the key.
And he would make sure the boy thoroughly learned his lesson.