“No don’t sit, I’ll get on my knees…” with hanzo? Maybe even in his scion skin? :3c

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“No, don’t sit,” Hanzo’s voice interrupts your journey to your favourite armchair. 

“No?” you raise a brow. 

He licks his lips and slowly backs you into the wall, stopped only by your hand rising to his muscled chest. “I’ll get on my knees,” his voice is but a whisper as he slowly descends onto one knee, then the other, his hands drifting up to settle by your thighs in askance.

How interesting. Out of curiosity, you oblige him and lean against the wall, spreading your thighs. His eyes flash and you spot his bulge twitch as he scoots closer, his gentle hands helping you hook one knee over his broad shoulders. 

“You’d better not drop me, my dragon,” you warn him with an amused tilt to your lips, eager to see how this goes. Hanzo has always boasted of the strength in his upper body but you’ve never truly seen it in action.

“Never, my master,” he bows his head and pins one hugely muscled arm over your thighs and hips to brace you, then slides his hand over your other leg. “May I?”

At this point in your relationship, there is little you will deny your lover and you trust wholly in his confidence. With his help, you swing your other leg up and over his free shoulder, now truly suspended in mid-air with only the archer between you and a painful fall.

He smiles at you and kisses your uncovered mound, his beard tickling you as he thanks you quietly. With his solid presence now beneath you, Hanzo appreciates your pussy as its spread under his chin and he dips his head ever so slightly to take you into his mouth.

As always, he knows exactly how to use his born talents and quickly drives you to your edge. His hands drift up to cup your breasts with your guiding touch and you squirm on his shoulders. Tugging his hair is akin to tugging on his reins or his collar and he obeys you, nibbling and sucking and kissing until you growl out your completion. 

Even through the throes of your orgasm and your resulting writhing, he remains sure and solid beneath you, his powerful arms easily balancing you even as you arch your back off the wall. Your orgasm subsides and dwindles away, yet Hanzo keeps his lips on you to drink up your essence in a gentle motion, keeping the embers of your desire stoked while you cool down.

When you push back the tousled fringe of his hair, he tilts his head to look back at you with shining eyes and slick covering his lower face, “Did I meet your expectations, my master?”

Looking at him beneath you, so earnest and eager for your approval and your pleasure, you purr in satisfaction and bury both hands into his hair to massage and scrape at his scalp. He moans at your touch and leans in closer, those long lashes fluttering, and you grin.

“I need a second evaluation in order to come to a fair conclusion, dragon,” you quip, crossing your ankles behind his back and drawing him ever closer. “Once more.”

“Yes, master.” His grin is blinding, as is the flash of pleasure behind your eyes as he buries himself in your warmth again.