Extension July 2025 Drabble #1

Hanzo/Cole/Lúcio – cuckolding but chill; safe sane consensual; loving; subspace – Lúcio is excited to be taught by Cassidy how to reeally give it to his boyfriend.

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Part 2 (This Part)

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“Think I can?” Cole asks in a low voice, pitched to be raspy and intimate because he knows it’ll get Hanzo sensitive. Right on cue, the muscles around his cock squeeze down more tightly, Hanzo’s mouth opening on a wet little gasp.

His dark eyes are bright and wild as he opens them jerkily and stares down at Cole. He’s not replying but his gaze briefly flicks over to Lúcio who has dragged over a chair and is in the process of dumping the old laundry that has been on it, down on the ground.

“Yeah. Think I can show him a thing or two? Want me to teach your boyfriend how to actually treat your sweet little cunt?”

He lets one large hand rush down in a slap of Hanzo’s thigh. The sound is so bright and so loud that Lúcio jumps, turning around and looking at them with wide eyes.

“The Hell, guys?”

Cole’s smile goes from easy-going to sharp and predatory. His eyes are the color of whiskey, stuck on Hanzo’s wet lips framed by his perfectly trimmed beard. “You never slap him around a little, buddy? Maybe that there’s the problem.”

“I… huh?”

Cole lifts his hand again from gripping on to Hanzo’s supple thigh. He does not need to watch Lúcio to know the young man’s gaze is fixed on his large, rough hand the same way Hanzo’s is. Staring. Mouth soft and gaping and needy.

When he has both their attention, he lets his arm rush down again. This next slap, on the exact same spot of Hanzo’s thigh, is downright brutal. Nothing playful about it. The smack rings out harsh and vicious. He can see Lúcio startling upright in the peripherie of his vision while Hanzo’s mouth opens even wider. His eyes are huge saucers for a second before they roll up into his skull, his insides turning positively molten around Cole’s flexing cock. Like Hanzo is simply ceasing to be from just a bit of manhandling.

Cole digs his fingers into his leg again, willing him to bruise up. Willing the pain to get so bone deep that the large, dark purple mark will be visible for days. Staking his claim on a man that is not his own.

“Are you okay, babe?” Lúcio’s voice is hushed and concerned. He’s at the edge of the bed now and reaching out, trailing his slightly shaking fingertips through Hanzo’s hair.

Hanzo’s eyelids fluttered, a crackling groan creeping from his chest. He was in no state to actually reply. Cassidy can’t keep the laugh down, rough, crawling from his chest, cock flexing inside the liquid hold of Hanzo’s body.

“Shit, he went down harder than expected.”

Lúcio swallows thickly. There’s a fine sheen of sweat starting up along his hairline now, making his brown skin look absolutely decadent. Like a dessert. Like something Cole just wants to lick up.

“Huh?” he rasps, voice gone hoarse. His fingers are still in Hanzo’s hair but now they have completely stopped. His eyes are back on Cassidy, the pupils blown so wide that the brown color around them is barely even visible anymore.

“Never had him like this?” Cole asks in a low growl. He slowly rocks his hips just to take the edge off. He can feel an orgasm wanting to creep in at the edges; can feel it trying to tighten its hold around the base of his cock. He willfully pushes through it, keeping up a nice, slow rhythm with his hips. Fucking into Hanzo’s silken heat clinging to him and trying to not let him go on every outward pull.

Lúcio is shaking his head slowly. He looks almost stricken and Cole would have pulled back, dragged it all into more vanilla territory if there hadn’t been that glint in those blown-open eyes and the way Lúcio’s fingers were now tightening in Hanzo’s hair. Not by a lot but just enough to probably put a pull on his skull and Hanzo makes a gurgling little sound like he’s drowning. Every piece of hurt feeding into the slushing feeling of weightlessness he’s suspended in for them. Completely relaxed.

Open in a way he’s only been once or twice for Cole now… and probably the first time Lúcio could see his closed-off boyfriend like this. At least according to the confused, horny reaction he got from the young man.

“Well then… seems like you’re in for a ride tonight, buddy,” Cole croons. He jerks his head over to the chair. “Go and have a seat, alright? Let me show you how a real man fucks this bitch into submission.”

Lúcio is exhaling a hot puff of air. He looks good enough to eat. Cole wants him viscerally, but he’s got a different kind of whore on his cock now and he needs to focus. Lúcio does not argue, either. He’s good about knowing when he is still too inexperienced for shit. Like taking a step back and routinely watching his boyfriend get fucked into a babbling mess by another guy.

Fuck, the boy was perfect.

He sits down on the chair that he’s unearthed earlier and immediately leans forward, elbows on his thighs, mouth soft and a little open. His eyes seem to drink in every little detail but returning to Hanzo’s face most often. Like he isn’t even bothered about the massive cock currently rearranging Hanzo’s guts. Like the wet sounds of him dragging through a mess of lube and pre-cum is barely even pinging on his radar.

“Do you always have to hurt him?” he asks, all breathless.

Cole feels his insides clench, cock flexing when he realizes just how much Lúcio wants to be involved tonight. Not just sitting and watching his boyfriend get fucked by another guy. But actually wanting the pointers.

“Not always,” he grunts and pulls back slowly. He grabs Hanzo by the knee and forces his leg over to the side, having him twist his hips around as he does so. Hanzo makes a soft little sound in the back of his throat; all wet and fucked out and barely even there to protest or encourage anything. His face is open, his eyes liquid black.

“Not with everyone, at least. Haven’t really fucked around with him enough to know yet. ‘S probably easiest for him. Cause he’s a contrary little bitch and wants to feel overwhelmed.”

He shuffles closer and pushes his cock back into the butter soft hole. How wet and hot and clinging it is, he can just slide right in and lean across Hanzo. He’s twisted him up enough to really put some strain on his ribs when he leans forward and makes him feel his weight.

Hanzo whimpers, his head tilting back, exposing the vulnerable line of his throat that Cole wants to bite so badly that he’s starting to salivate.

“Fuck,” Lúcio whispers to his side. He looks almost aggrieved when Cole turns his head to peer at him. He has a weirdly nervous moment wondering if Lúcio is upset before he the other suddenly leans back and blows out a tight breath through his teeth. There’s a bulge visible even through the loose pants he’s wearing. “He looks so good like this, what the fuck,” he groans.

“You’re so good at this.” His warm eyes flick to Cassidy who has slowed his thrusts down into a syrupy crawl that is starting to make Hanzo go insane. “Can you show me more of this? In the future?”

“Yeah?” he grunts. He gets his hand around Hanzo’s throat and pushes slowly until his breath comes loud and wheezing and his insides clench like crazy on Cole’s cock.

He swings his head around and stares at Lúcio again. Looks him right in the eyes as he fucks Hanzo in hard staccatto thrusts that rattle through his whole body.

“You want me to teach you how to fuck your little toy here? For real? Get him all dumb for you like this?”

He suddenly takes his hand off of Hanzo’s throat and Hanzo comes with a wet, desperate gasp, his body convulsing and shaking through the euphoria that rushes through his system along with the much needed oxygen.

Lúcio makes a whimpering sound, squirming in his seat.

“Yes. Please. Fuck.”

Cole grins back at him. He feels like he must look crazed. He turns back to Hanzo, staring down into his face and the far-away expression on it. He does not even seem to register when Cole begins to fuck him again, even through the oversensitivity he must be experiencing. Or maybe not. He looks out of it.

“I can do that. Fuck. I can show you all you need ta know.”

He pumps his hips faster, ready to pump his load right into Hanzo in front of his boyfriend watching with rapt attention.

Shit, he really is the luckiest guy around. Life really does love him sometimes.