“oh lord, i just can’t stop staring at that piercing…” and hanzo please?

shes-claws-deep:

“Show me,” you whisper into his ear, your eyelashes brushing against the heated skin of his cheek. Your archer swallows thickly under you, his throat shifting under palm of you hand. He complies with shaking hands; belt, button, then fly coming undone in a slow tease.

Bit by bit, his flesh is revealed, his dark happy trail like an arrow that leads to the greatest of your treasures. Skin, darker than that of his belly, peeks out from under the layers of his underwear that is shed in due course. He starts to pant at your intent gaze on the most tender part of him, struggles not to cover himself from you. You want to see all of him, he thinks and shoves his pants down his thighs, so he will give you all of him. 

It is revealed then, his little gift to you, and you coo at it and him with a gleeful smile, “Oh lord, yes.” 

Hanzo blushes at your words, folding his arms behind his back to let you move him as you wish. Half hard and already swelling in your grip, his cock is as beautiful as ever with its foreskin sliding slightly with every movement of your fingers. Something bulbs from his tip, shiny and foreign and you lick your lips at your discovery when you pull back the hood. A prince albert piercing gleams dully from the head of his cock, drawing your gaze and your lips closer to his aching tip.

Whimpering, he bucks his hips slightly, enough to rouse your attention. “Do-do you like it?” he pants, eyes shuttering from your touch on his needy cock. He hasn’t seen you for what feels like ages but is in fact just two months, hasn’t had your touch in just as long. 

You grin, kissing a wet line down the side of his cock and drinking in his desperate moans and whispers of your name. “I like it so much, I just can’t stop staring at it.” 

“Good,” he breathes through gritted teeth, shifting his legs to spread them as much as he can. 

“Why not any other kind of piercing, though?” the question slips out between questing little licks and sucks that scramble his brain enough to warrant a whimper of ‘stop’.

Hanzo gathers his scattering thoughts and answers you quietly, with a blush blooming on his handsome features. “You like it when I fuck you from behind,” he starts and is interrupted by your nails digging into his thigh. “I heard that-that these piercings enhance the pleasure given to a woman when-!” The archer throws his head back when you swallow his cock as far down your throat as you can. “Master!”

You come up for air after what feels like a lifetime to the both of you, spittle leaking from your lips and dripping onto his throbbing cock and slick ring. A greedy grin crosses your lips and you get to your feet. “Fuck. You look and sound too hot. Strip and get on the bed,” you begin throwing your clothes off as fast as you can manage, mirroring Hanzo’s own frantic movements. “I wanna see if that’s true.”