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Hanzo regretted his decision the moment he stepped into the club. The deep house music, the bass pounding with every beat, shook his skull. Each step he took was either encumbered by stickiness or endangered by freshly spilled drinks. Strobe lights assaulted his senses, blanching the room in blinding brightness.
He was not fond of the club. He never had been. But every once in awhile Genji would convince him that he did. All his brother had to do was spin glorified stories of their past escapades, and suddenly Hanzo was at the club, narrowly escaping a drunk girls vomit.
“Our new bodyguard detail begins tomorrow.” Genji had told him. “It'll be even harder to go out after that. Why not have one more night of freedom?”
Hanzo had only sighed. He knew his brother, a few extra guards wouldn't deter him from sneaking about. But it had convinced Hanzo, who rarely had the opportunity to leave the house anyways. Might as well get some fresh air while he could.
He changed out of his hakama, opting for a simple outfit of jeans and a muscle hugging black v-neck tshirt. An embroidered black leather jacket was thrown on top. He stood at the bar and nursed a beer, watching the crowd with hooded eyes. Mentally begging the beer to work faster.
His brother was lost on the dance floor, sandwiched between two men, his head thrown back against the shoulder of the taller one behind him and hands gripping at the waist of the man in front. They looked oblivious to the world, body's slowly grinding, focused only on each other and the lust burning between them.
Hanzo felt a pang of envy. When was the last time he felt secure enough to let loose like that? Too long, he mused, far too long. He turned to the bar keep to order another beer, only to find her already ready with one in hand. She pointed down the bar.
“From the gentleman in the hat.”
Hanzo rarely had people buy him drinks. Genji said it was because he exuded such a harsh aura, or something quite like that, and it made him unapproachable. It interested him, that someone was able to see past that. He turned to see who had the courage to send a Shimada a drink.
The man was, for lack of a better word, gorgeous. Hanzo had met numerous foreigners as the heir to the Shimada empire, but none of them had been this beautiful. He was tall, dark jeans covered long legs and thick, powerful thighs. A red plaid shirt was rolled over strong forearms, stretching over broad shoulders. Warm brown tendrils of hair had escaped from beneath his hat, framing a ruggedly handsome face. A sly smirk graced his lips.
Hanzo felt a punch of heat hit his belly. With his own smirk firmly in place, he lifted his bottle in thanks.
The man sauntered over, predatory.
“It's a shame such a pretty thang like yourself is drinkin’ alone. Mind if I join ya, darlin’?” His warm voice sent a shiver down Hanzo’s spine.
“By all means.” He replied. He stuck out his hand. “Hanzo.”
A large hand engulfed his own. “Names Jesse. Nice ta meet ya.”
“A pleasure.” Just the beginning of many, Hanzo hoped.
The two continued to drink, edging closer and closer as the night progressed. The room faded around them, Hanzo so immersed in their flirtation that he barely registered the DJ announcing last call. He was more distracted by the heat of the hand resting on his waist.
Jesse leaned in closer to be heard over the sound of the bass. “What's you say about the two of us going somewhere a little quieter? I've got some more drinks back at my hotel, since this place is runnin’ dry and it seems I've developed a mighty thirst.”
Hanzo pushed himself into Jesse’s touch. A primal craving inching its way through his veins.
“I think I'd like that very much.”
That warm hand gripped his own, guiding him to the exit. Hanzo glanced around the room, looking for his brother. He saw the familiar tuff of green hair and found his brother grinning, giving him a two thumbs up. A small chuckle escaped his lips.
When they reached outside, Jesse wrapped his arm around Hanzo’s waist, pulling him close so they could walk together. Hanzo returned the embrace. The streets were deserted. The only sign of life was faint lights filtering through the windows of nearby buildings.
The trip was short. Jesse regaled Hanzo with a story about his adoptive father, Gabriel, and how the two had had a massive fight after Jesse had eaten the man's last cupcake.
“His only weakness is his love of sweets. He can devour an entire box of cookies in 15 minutes without stopping to breathe, then he'll get mad at himself for all the wasted calories and go for a run.”
He narrowed his eyes, playful scorn edging his words. “But then we all have to suffer. He'll drag me with him and nine kilometers later, I'll be at the side of the road puking up whatever I had for lunch.”
Hanzo was giddy. He hadn't laughed that hard in years. Maybe is was the booze or maybe it was the man but he decided he didn't care, he was just going to enjoy the moment. Hanzo looked up to find Jesse smiling at him tenderly. “Ya sure do got a pretty laugh.”
Jesse bent down, face inches away from Hanzo’s own. He was giving Hanzo the opportunity to pull away. When he didn't, Jesse brought their lips together for a kiss.
It was sweet, a soft press that left Hanzo craving more. He needed to know all the different flavors of Jesse’s mouth. He craved more.
Hanzo gripped the broad shoulders above him, roughly pulling the man closer. When Jesse gasped at the unexpected aggression, Hanzo used the opportunity to slip his tongue inside and taste.
Jesse was momentarily shocked, but quickly recovered, sliding his hands around Hanzo’s thin waist. Elated, Hanzo deepened the kiss. Their tongues pressed hotly, the sweet suction seemingly loud in the dark of the night. A car drove by, lights briefly illuminating them. Jesse pulled away, looking shaken. Hanzo let out a soft noise of protest.
“I know, darlin’, but if you keep doing that with your tongue I'm gonna have to take you right in the middle of this street.”
Hanzo grinned sheepishly at the confession and wordlessly followed as they walked across the street to Jesse’s hotel. They stepped into the elevator and Jesse pushed the button for the 18th floor, then looked down at Hanzo with darkened eyes. Hanzo coyishly pulled at the fabric of Jesse’s shirt, untucking it and exploring the expanse of hard body underneath.
He ran his fingers over Jesse’s stomach, palms flat, before slipping to his back and then down to get a grip of his full ass, using a forceful pull to bring them closer together.
Jesse’s eyes closed slowly, before they snapped open with a primal burn searing Hanzo. The elevator dinged, jarring them out of their spellbound state. Hanzo let himself be led down the hall, his heart pumping wildly in his chest. He was rarely this aggressive, had never been this attracted to a person.
They stopped in front of a door, Hanzo too dazed to even notice the number, as Jesse fumbled with the key card. A green light and soft digital beep notified them of success. Eager, and a little drunk, they stumbled into the room.
Hanzo didn't even get a good look around the room before his back was pressed up against the door, cool wood meeting his overheated body. Arms slapped beside his head, Jesse looming over him, face kissed by a soft blush.
“Still want that drink?” he was asked teasingly.
Hanzo smiled, surprised at how easily Jesse could make him do so.
“I think I want you instead.”
That was all the encouragement needed. Hands gripped loose black hair and lips pressed urgently against Hanzo’s own.
Time seemingly stood still, both men lost in moment. Sensations flooded Hanzo, the large expanse of body in front of him lightly grinding against him. He realized with a jolt that Jesse was hard. Hanzo wasn't fairing much better either. The deep kisses and teasing friction hand him panting, needing something deeper.
Without warning Jesse bent down to pick him up. Hanzo let a surprised gasp, one that turned quickly into a moan as Jesse sucked at the skin of his neck.
Jesse turned them around, walking slowly to the large bed taking encompassing most of the room. He felt a rush of wind and suddenly his back was sinking into the soft bedspread. Jesse watched Hanzo intently as he stretched leisurely, curving his spine to show off the defined muscles of his chest. He bit the inside of his lip in restraint.
A soft thud echoed in the room as Jesse stripped his shirt and tossed it to the ground. His boots soon followed. Hanzo barely noticed, he was too busy looking at the sculpted body in front of him, swallowing back the drool that had collected in his mouth. In his eagerness, Hanzo ripped of his jacket, tossing it with Jesse’s. He gripped the hem of his shirt to do the same when Jesse spoke.
“Don't” Jesse said softly. “I've been wanting to peel that shirt off of you the whole night.”
A light blush coloured Hanzo’s cheeks.
“What's stopping you?”
Jesse laughed, deep and smokey, and crawled across the bed slowly.
“I wanna take my time darlin’. I plan on enjoyin’ you.”
He pulled Hanzo up, sitting him right on his lap.
“Comfy?”
Hanzo only buried his face in Jesse’s neck in reply. Tantalized by the expanse of flesh before him, Hanzo began to kiss at the soft skin. A whisper of a moan escaped Jesse’s lips. Grinning, Hanzo worked his way from shoulder to neck, sucking bruises. He peppered kisses as he moved upwards, stopping only to nibble gently at Jesse’s ear. The grip on Hanzo’s ass tightened as Jesse’s control began to slip. When their breath became ragged Hanzo continued across his jaw to bite softly at Jesse’s chin.
“Darlin’, you keep that up and I might not make it.”
After what felt like an eternity, but was only a few seconds, Hanzo pressed his lips against the beautiful man in front of him. He had expected aggression, roughness, impatience, but was met with a soft tenderness that made his heart ache.
They kissed lazily, tongues exploring each others mouths in eager calmness. Hanzo finally tasted Jesse, the tang of beer, the bitterness of tobacco, and something intoxicating that was utterly him.
Hanzo let his hands wander, feeling the lean muscle of Jesse’s back, moving soft fingertips across sensitive ribs. Jesse made good on his promise from earlier. He slowly stripped Hanzo of his tight black shirt, seemingly more impressed with each reveal of skin.
Jesse emitted a low whistle when the shirt was finally discarded. Softly pressing the pads of his fingers against firm muscles, he whispered sweet endearments through his touch.
Hanzo lost patience, the tender way in which the foreigner touched him drove him mad. It was teasing, testing, when all he wanted was to be held roughly as a reminder that he had a solid place on earth. He wanted to know that the moment was real.
“Jesse,” his voice shaken, needy.
Their eyes met and suddenly they clashed together. Jesse forgot his “take it slow” mantra and dived into the beautiful bounty before him.
Their mouths met in the middle, hungry for another taste, wet tongue and soft lips. When Hanzo felt his back hit the bed beneath him, his legs wrapped instinctively around sturdy hips, pulling the weight of the man's body on top of him. Their hands roamed, caressing any expanse of flesh they could reach. An arm slipped beneath his waist, rutting their enclosed cocks together. A moan ripped deep from out of Hanzo’s throat.
Licking deeper Jesse pressed their mouths and bodies closer. No words were necessary, they functioned perfectly, like gears in a ticking clock. Every movement made way for another one perfectly mimicking it. Hanzo’s hand roamed on the breadth of muscle that was Jesse’s back, savoring each twitch that the graze of his fingertips would entice. Jesse would move in tandem, kissing harder, rubbing at the globes of Hanzo’s thick ass through the fabric of his jeans.
Jesse pulled away, with much reluctance, and trailed kisses down Hanzo’s chest, stopping here and there to suck bruises, a mark of his desire. When he reached his nipples he looked up, meeting Hanzo’s eyes, and sucked. Hanzo slapped a hand over his mouth before a whimper could escape. He was teased by that talented tongue, one soft brown nipple licked and nibbled, another cupped by a fondling hand, until Hanzo was thrashing in the sheets. Jesse looked up, pleased with his work and continued downward.
“Now these are just gonna get in the way.” Jesse said, before clearing Hanzo’s jeans and underwear in one swift motion. He took a moment to eye the body that lay below him.
“Darlin’ you are just stunnin’.”
Hanzo had an uncharacteristic moment of shyness, his body kissed with a blush. He turned his face, unable to look Jesse in the eyes.
He felt a shift in the bed, heard Jesse rustling through something on the floor. He turned to see a small package of condoms and lubricant tossed onto the sheets. Jesse took one of Hanzo’s feet into his hand gently lifting it to rest on his shoulder. Their eyes met, Jesse’s warm gaze bore into him.
“Are you okay with this?”
Hanzo nodded, whispering a soft confirmation when he realized Jesse wanted verbal acknowledgement. A gentle press of lips traced Hanzo’s delicate ankle, reassuring and warm.
Harder kisses trailed down his legs, each more insistent than the last, until Jesse was kneeling between his thighs. A moan escaped Hanzo’s lips as Jesse bit into his skin, leaving bright red marks. He took his time, sucking a dark bruise, then soothing the abused patch with soft licks. The hard press of fingers gripping Hanzo’s thighs betrayed Jesse’s true urgency.
When Jesse reached the sharp jut of hip Hanzo let out a sigh of relief. The insistent marking drove him wild, he needed some release and soon. His breathy sigh slipped into a moan of anguish when Jesse ignored his cock, slick with precum, to turn his attention to Hanzo’s other thigh.
By the time Jesse reached Hanzo’s other hip, the man was a sloppy mess. His eyes were unfocused with tears, his breath was coming in ragged pants, hands gripped at the sheets below him; trying to find purchase as his head spiralled with pleasure and frustration. Finally, finally, Jesse bent to take Hanzo’s wet cock into his mouth. His guttural cry echoed in the quiet room.
While Jesse took his time biting into Hanzo’s thighs, he dove right into pleasuring Hanzo with his tongue. He licked the shaft, making sure to focus on the head when Hanzo made a particularly enticing noise. He licked at the precum gently dripping down, sucking right at the tip to get more of a taste. He kissed the shaft once, gently before swallowing down to the base. Hanzo swore roughly in Japanese.
With each bob of his head, Jesse twisted his hand, pumping Hanzo closer and closer to the edge.
“J-Jesse,” Hanzo licked his lips, trying to form the words his mind screamed at him. “I’m so c-close. I-Im gonna co-ah.”
Jesse pulled his mouth away, hand still moving, resting his head on Hanzo’s hip.
“Go ahead, darlin’. You can come.”
Jesse dipped down again, sucking down to the base, his fingers pressed on the skin right below Hanzo’s heavy balls, and swallowed. The tight contractions of Jesse’s throat had Hanzo screaming, a hand gripped in the man's hair as seed spilled down his throat.
Hanzo was lost. He felt Jesse swallow his come, felt him shuffle on the bed, and heard the opening of bottle, but he couldn't register it. His head was still spinning, his every fiber burned with desire. He wanted more. He looked at Jesse, the man dripping lubricant onto his fingers, and sat up to kiss him.
It was a deep kiss, rough and primal. Hanzo could taste himself on Jesse’s tongue but couldn't care less. He pulled Jesse down on top of him, pausing only to shift his legs open wider and kiss harder.
Hanzo felt a finger gently probing at the skin of his puckered entrance. He gasped as the first finger glided in effortlessly. Hanzo let his own hand roam, and found them gravitating to the buttons of Jesse’s pants. He undid each snap, one by one, as Jesse slid another finger in him. The sting of the stretch was nothing compared to the lust heating low in his belly. Hanzo gripped Jesse’s cock, hand barely fitting around it, and stroked. Jesse swore, surprised by the touch, biting into Hanzo’s lips. They both picked up the pace.
Each slick thrust of fingers sparked new sensations. Hanzo’s body felt full, straining to fit the fingers, tightening around the digits that filled him over and over. Every so often they would trail over one spot, causing him to jump. Every time he did, he felt Jesse smile against his lips.
Jesse’s hands moved faster. His fingers grazing Hanzo’s sweet spot over and over until he couldn't take it anymore. He pulled his face away from their heated kiss.
“Jesse...please.”
“Please what, gorgeous?”
Hanzo stroked Jesse’s cock hard.
“Please fuck me already.”
Jesse’s laughter rumbled deep in his chest. He ripped open the condom, watching Hanzo’s eyes turn dark as he rolled it on. They kept eye contact as Jesse poured more lubricant on his cock.
He pushed in slowly, allowing Hanzo to slowly get accustomed to his girth, until he was finally into the base. He took a moment to look at Hanzo, seeing his sweaty face, flushed chest, shaking thighs, and felt a surge of pride. What a mess he'd made of such a beautiful person. He bit the side of his lip again to keep from smiling too wide.
Hanzo shifted, his body reflexively twitching around Jesse’s shape, and heard him gasp. He pulled him closer, pressing soft kisses on his chin and jaw, letting Jesse know it was okay to move.
They started slow. Easy thrusts that dragged Jesse’s cock against every part of Hanzo. But soon the pace changed. Jesse gripped his hips with bruising strength, fingers leaving deep indentations. Hanzo scratched at the skin of Jesse’s back, trying to communicate through flesh that he needed something more.
Hanzo gasped as Jesse thrust harder and harder into his body, lifting his waist up higher, changing the angle, thrusting deeper.
Fingers intertwined.
Breathing synced.
Hanzo swore even their heartbeats had a matched pace.
Never had he felt something like this. Never had he felt so treasured than through this simple touch of flesh. Tears formed in his eyes. His chest tightened.
A hand pumped at his cock and all Hanzo could see was white. Pleasure wracked his body, pushing him off the edge and into a fit of twitches. He gasped Jesse’s name, heard his own echoed, and felt the man above him still and shake.
There was a moment of silence. They basked in the glow of their own pleasure. When their heads began to clear the room was coated with a slight awkwardness. Hanzo honestly didn't know what to say. Jesse hovered above him, their bellies slick with come, their smiles a little shy.
Jesse pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.
“So how about that drink?”
Hanzo simply laughed.
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He left early in the morning. His phone had buzzed, waking him with a message from a worried Genji. Hanzo had put on his clothes and wrote a note to Jesse.
He signed it with his full name.
He didn't notice the paperwork on the table, issuing Blackwatch bodyguard detail for the Shimada clan.
He only thought that it would be nice to see Jesse once again.