Genji corners you in the corner of the armoury, shoulders set stiffly and his hands harder still when he plants them both on either side of your head. His helmet renders his expression emotionless, but his body language says a whole lot of things that make you grin.
“What’s wrong, Genji?” you ask innocently, batting your lashes at him. Your own body is lax despite his threatening aura, arms loosely folded over your chest and one leg crossed over the other at the ankle.
The ninja just growls and curls his hands into fists, head jerking down to yours. “You know exactly what’s wrong,” he grits out, his body unconsciously leaning closer into yours like a magnet. If you didn’t know him, or didn’t know what was wrong with him, you admit you’d be scared shitless. However, you know all too well exactly what’s making him so grumpy.
Craning your head up, you lick his faceplate teasingly, “Heh, getting into a, uh, tight spot?” Hands sneak up his vibrating body, fingers dancing over his armour and rubbing over his sweetspots so evilly that Genji has to gulp back a whimper of frustration. “This is probably the worst place to corner me, you know? You can’t even get any relief out in the open.”
Genji positively shakes now, pressing his whole body against you in an effort to gain some relief. He stuffs his head into your neck, whimpering, “You’re so cruel.”
Tutting at him, you curl your arms around him and dig your fingers into his bubble butt, “Nah uh, baby. You’re the one who asked for this, remember?”
What’s the worst that can go wrong, he said. What’s a little cock cage going to do, he said. It’s not going to affect his concentration or anything; it’s just his dick and he doesn’t need it when he trains, he said. Ohhh, you told him he would regret saying it, but he didn’t believe you. You bet he does now, though.
You peer over his broad shoulder. The armoury stands empty and you’re in the one blindspot in the entire place. Perfect. You pull him close to your body to make sure he’s completely out of view, then you unlatch his codpiece and tuck it into your belt so you don’t forget it.
Genji yelps softly in shock, his hands dropping to your shoulders out of surprise, but you growl at him to keep his hands on either side of your head. He complies easily, body already attuned to you, his legs spreading out of instinct and leaving his suddenly bare pelvis open for your perusal.
His pretty green and silver cock is tucked into a metal chastity cage that’s only slightly smaller than he is when he’s completely flaccid. Well, he’s definitely not flaccid now, you purr with a grin. The cage looks like it’s biting into his synthetic flesh, his erection pushing against the bars until bits of his cock bulge out of the empty slots. You coo at him and palm it with a gentle hand and enjoy the broken gasp it pulls out of him.
“Well would you look at that,” you murmur into his faceplate, teasing him with the touch of your lips that he can’t feel. “Was my naughty boy thinking of dirty things?”
“Just you,” he whimpers, pushing his caged cock further into your grip. His arms buckle, dropping to his elbows on either side of your head as he continues to try and pin you into the wall. Panting and whispering, he tells you what went through his mind as he went about his day. Your voice, your scent, your presence; you don’t have to touch him to drive him mad. Don’t need to do anything but look at him and he would long for you. For your skin on his, your lips on his, all of it.
As he recounts his thoughts, you play all of it out on the unfeeling layer of his armour, taunting him with what he can’t have. He groans against you, grumping that you’re just torturing him now. You just laugh and say nothing – it’s all too true, anyway.
His cock is hot and throbbing through the cage, the metal warmed by his body heat and it becomes a hot brand in your hand. He whimpers, begs you to just touch him, slide your finger along his slit, to grant him some relief.
Hmm, would it though? Grant him relief? You agree with a strange glint in your eye, lips pressing kisses against his faceplate as you rub your thumb along his slit and part it as far as it would go in the cage. It makes him jump and press harder against you, his panting moans growing louder in the silence of the armoury.
“Nngh,” he grunts, hips starting to rut into you, “P-please…”
Oh ho, there are so many places you can take this, but there’s just one little thing that you want to do. You drop into a squat, crouching before his cock.
Genji jerks upright, taken aback by the change in position, but he’s not given time to react because you suddenly drag your tongue over the bulging flesh of his constrained cock. He whines loudly, the sound high pitched and full of longing, his visor trained on you as you trace the bars of the cage around his straining erection.
“What was that, baby?” your lips wrap around the head of his cock, tongue slipping through to dip into his weeping slit.
A frighteningly loud choked moan reverberates through the room at your action. Genji eeps in mortification, burying his head into his crossed arms as he trembles at your ministrations. His cock is leaking pathetically now, clear precum drooling from the tip to fill your mouth with his musky taste.
You moan around his thickness, eyes locking with his. Lick. Suck. Nibble. Rinse and repeat until Genji is swearing under his breath and bucking his hips into your mouth.
“P-please don’t tease me like this!” he whispers desperately. “Please!”
You grin and give him one last suck, rising to your feet in one smooth move. Arms twine around his neck, your lips moving to where his ear would be, “Suffering builds character, yes? Besides, you still have to get to target practice.” With that, you slip out from under his arms and tap his ass as you leave. “If you don’t beat your previous high score, you can kiss your orgasm goodbye. Alright, darling?”
You don’t bother waiting for his reply, already clearing the threshold and making your way to your next appointment.
Now alone in the armoury, Genji groans into his arms. Fuck, he’s definitely not going to be able to concentrate in this state. He moves to straighten up and leave when he feels a strange draft in his nethers.
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