August 2025 Drabble #2

Hanzo/Cassidy – bodyswap – Right what it says on the tin. No explanation given (for now). Just Cole being nasty toward his new bod and Hanzo being shocked and reluctantly turned on.

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“Cassidy! Cease it this instant!” The shocked tone of voice does not quite want to fit to his body. Neither does the large-eyed stare fit as Cole watches his own body looming over him. Large hands are curled into large fists at his sides and his thick brows are drawn together in anger.

Cole tilts his head a little, curling a mouth that isn’t his into an insouciant, crooked grin. He holds Hanzo’s gaze as he lets a hand trail down his body and arches into it. His little grunt of sensitivity not entirely played. He’s startled by his new body’s sensitivity.

“Oh damn,” he whispers. He’s got his drawl and it also sounds all wrong with Hanzo’s usually crisp diction. “You’re so sensitive, what the… ah.. what the hell?” His hand cups his own pec, fingers zeroing in on the pudgy nipple he’s been eying for months without being able to get his mouth on it.

He pinches it between calloused fingers and hisses through his teeth, spine arching toward the ceiling. “Shiiiit,” he gasps, drawn out and shocked.

Shocked is also what Hanzo looks like. Stuck in Cassidy’s body, he makes him seem so controlled. So… effortlessly deadly. Cole finds he quite enjoys staring at himself, even if he’s got that cunty Shimada tilt to his mouth.

“You are absolutely disgusting,” Hanzo hisses with Cassidy’s deep, smooth voice. “This is unacceptable behavior! You can not… you can not use my body like this.”

Cole clicks his tongue at him. He slowly moves his knees up and angles them apart, watching how his own eyes flick down to the movement. He can watch his own pupils dilate, becoming fat and interested in what they are seeing despite the rest of his face being schooled into careful disgust.

“Aw come on, Shimada. Live a li’l. You gone and fucked around with my body too.”

Hanzo in Cole’s body stiffens, his face gaining a pinched look that does not seem like it quite wants to stay on the wide, jovial features.

“I did not.”

Cole grins and lets his fingers start sliding down and between those outrageously dense cheeks. Hanzo’s hole is tight and just as sensitive to getting tickled as the rest of his body.

Cole whines, the sound being all the more delicious with Hanzo’s voice.

“You gone and trimmed mah beard, sweetheart. Don’t go an’ pretend ya didn’t groom anythin’ else why ya were at it.”

His drawl is so broad and so ludicrous sounding with Hanzo’s voice. For a second it looks like the other is actually going to start to tear up with frustration.

“Simply because your personal hygiene is absolutely disgusting. Stop… stop touching me there!”

“But you like it so much,” Cole croons. His free hand grasping his swollen cock. “Shit, you’re so sensitive. Sweet little slut for the plucking. Fuck. Imma give you a ride, Shimada.”