Patreon Compilation – Fic#346 – Reinhardt/Hanzo/Cassidy – cont Fic#227 – s0mn0philia; threesome – Der Sandmann 2

Part 1 had to be deleted. Look into d1sc0rd for more information on fic #227.

Reinhardt/Hanzo/Cassidy – Reinhardt brings his price of the night back to their quarters, forgetting that there's actually a boyfriend in the mix as well...

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Reinhardt pauses in the doorway when he sees Cassidy sitting on the edge of the bed. There’s an awkward beat of silence as they stare at each other. Cassidy’s expression is unreadable; glancing at Reinhardt, then down at Hanzo hanging limp and groaning in his arm, then back up again.

“Ah…” Reinhardt mutters eventually. “I forgot.”

Cassidy licks his lips.

“Forgot that Hanzo an’ I are an item now? Or forgot that ya shouldn’t be fuckin’ druggin’ an’ fuckin’ some drunk guy?”

Reinhardt’s lips twitch.

“Yes.”

Cassidy starts to grin slowly, but it looks just a little strained. A little… nervous. His eyes slide back to Hanzo groaning in Reinhardt’s arm. Slowly, he starts inching back on the bed. He’s got a cigar in his mouth but it is not lit. He’s chewing on it in a nervous tick. Eventually he’s sitting at the headboard and beckons Reinhardt closer.

“He… ain’t gonna wake up, right?”

Reinhardt grins slowly. He steps further in so the automatic door can slide closed behind him and carelessly throws Hanzo onto the bed, face nearly stuffed in his boyfriend’s crotch.

“He will. But not enough to remember anything.”

.o.

Reinhardt had thought that Cassidy would want to participate, but all he’s doing is chew on his cigar and watch as Reinhardt unceremoniously peels Hanzo out of his clothes.

Hanzo grunts himself half-awake and starts to instinctively struggle against Reinhardt’s large, warm hands, but Reinhardt gently just pushes him back into position and tugs down his underwear without a care in the world.

Cassidy’s face is tense; his cheeks a ruddy red just visible above the untidy line of his beard.

“Fuck… that’s hot.”

Reinhardt knows. He knows. He spreads Hanzo’s thighs and stops right there for a moment just to enjoy the sight of his perfectly groomed pubes around his pretty little dick; and his naked, soft pink hole hidden away between his outrageously tight cheeks.

Hanzo groans again; all sloppy and drunk and clearly struggling against the sleep that is draped across him like a heavy, stuffy blanket. He keeps shifting around like he wants to push Reinhardt away or pull himself along the bed but ultimately is neither strong nor coordinated enough to do anything.

When Reinhardt drags a spit wet finger against his snatch, Hanzo’s eyes flip open wide like he has been jolted completely awake. Both Reinhardt and Cassidy freeze, just staring as Hanzo’s wide eyes flick around the room without seeing anything – until his gaze lands on Cassidy and his face creases in what looks like a sob in the making.

His eyes become soft and misty again then and Reinhardt relaxes once more, finger nudging against that sweet little whore cunt while Hanzo paws at Cole.

“C-Cassidy-” he stutters.

Reinhardt wonders if he’ll ask him for help. Whether he has enough brain capacity to put two and two together. Or whether in that gloomy twilight of half-sleep he thinks Cassidy is the one getting his big hands on him while he can’t tell him no.

Hanzo doesn’t say anything more, though. He’s just holding on to Cassidy, limp as a kitten, mouth open and wet and panting.

“Gorgeous pussy,” Reinhardt croons. He’s forcing his fat finger into Hanzo’s vaguely clenching body and watches as Hanzo’s gaze becomes even more far off. His mouth goes lax and his thighs tremble briefly in some kind of token protest before just going limp like the rest of him.

He’s a well trained slut and the knowledge that Reinhardt isn’t the only one that has made him to who he is today is heady and delicious. He wonders if Cassidy knows what a slut Hanzo is.

If he really knows that his isn’t the only dick that gets to spread that pink little whore cunt on a regular basis.

He’s suspecting it, most likely. He doesn’t seem put out by the prospect, at least. Not if his flush and his large flexing hands are anything to go by. He’s not talking to Hanzo. He’s not touching him. He’s just watching with an almost stunned expression as Hanzo gets fingered open by Reinhardt and barely puts up any fight at all.

“You like getting cucked, my friend?” Reinhardt asks in a low rumble. He can’t say he’s used to having conversations while he plays with his little sleeping toys, but it’s exciting nonetheless.

“I’ve never… uh…” Cassidy clears his throat awkwardly, his voice pitched almost into a whisper, eyes stuck on Hanzo’s face. “Never really thought about that.”

Hanzo’s eyes are open but he’s clearly deep in his own head and still sleeping. He’s calmed down a little, though, so maybe his nightmare has shifted the moment Reinhardt really got to fingering him.

“Then you can start figuring it out now,” Reinhardt growls, a wild grin on his face. He likes being loud and boisterous but he knows there is a time and place for everything. Being knuckle deep inside a sleepy little whore is not that time.

Hanzo keeps whimpering, his legs moving without much rhyme but certainly with reason.

He’s trying to get up on his knees, surprisingly enough, but the way he curves his spine…

“Well trained, this one,” Reinhardt whispers, eyes sliding along the inviting curve and up toward Cassidy who is just staring with his mouth hanging open and his soft sweatpants tenting and darkening at the front.

Reinhardt nudges his fingers apart, digging his knuckles into the soft, capitulating muscle right at the entrance to Hanzo’s body. Forcing him even wider apart until his mouth opens and a sleepy little gurgling moan spills out into the thick, hot air around them.

“C-Cole-” Hanzo stutters out, his eyes open again and staring straight at Cassidy like he really can see him. He reaches out for him but Cassidy, following a truly inspirational flash of cruelty, just gathers Hanzo’s wrists in one hand and easily holds his kitten weak boyfriend down without saying a word.

Hanzo groans again. Reinhardt can feel it all around his fingers; the trembling rolling throughout Hanzo’s body as it tries to awkwardly figure out what to do with a fight or flight response when its mind was still so deep under the influence of the pills Reinhardt had given him earlier.

“Gottverdammt…” he whispers on a sigh. Slowly, he pulls his fingers out and, under Cassidy’s watchful, rapt gaze, spreads them apart to show him how slick they are from the eager juices Hanzo’s body is producing. “Prettiest lady on the block. Doesn’t even have a cunt and still got the prettiest pussy of them all.”

He wraps his hand around his cock and strokes himself slowly. Shuffling closer, he hears Cole’s sharp, alarmed inhale as he leans above Hanzo and starts to nudge the mostly dry head against his softly gaping, gasping little hole.

Reinhardt glances up. Cassidy’s expression is shifting wildly between being very turned on and conflicted with what he is seeing.

“Uhm. Ah…” he licks his lips, hands slightly gentler on Hanzo’s wrist as the archer vaguely writhes between them. He’s not making any sounds for the moment but is just breathing deeply, his eyes closed once more, lashes fanning dark and beautiful against the tops of his cheeks. “‘S that… okay?”

Reinhardt licks his upper lip slowly. He can feel himself getting wetter despite usually not being an overly wet guy. It smears against the hole his crown his kissing up against without pushing inside yet.

“Are you worried for the integrity of your sweet little cunt, my friend?”

Cassidy’s mouth twitches. He looks still nervous but his drawl is slow and self-assured.

“I mean… kinda?”

“Don’t be. It’s not the first time I’m using him, after all. And you never had complaints before, huh?”

Cassidy’s gaze grows a little distant and glazed at that; probably reliving some of his nastier moments with Hanzo.

“Nah,” he breathes in a dreamy kind of way that makes Reinhardt wonder if he shouldn’t  branch out a little. Try and get Cassidy on his cock as well. The big guy certainly would give him a nice, soft seat for his cock…

“Then there you go,” he grunts and looks down again, slowly starting to force feed his cock into Hanzo’s completely unresisting body.

His hole capitulates without even a token effort to struggle. It just opens nice and wide despite the mostly dry entry and hugs him like a glove.

Hanzo is breathing deep and wet, his fingers flexing occasionally in Cassidy’s loose hold. When Reinhardt is seated inside him completely, Hanzo’s spine does a liquid little roll, pushing up into the fucking like a dream.

The way Cassidy stares, completely enraptured, Reinhardt doesn’t think that Hanzo has ever taken him this easily. This sweetly. There is just something to be said about fucking a sleeping man. Especially one that likes to be as difficult as Hanzo.

He lets him watch as he fucks his boyfriend. He even calls him over halfway so he can spread Hanzo’s cheeks and really have a look at how brick red and swollen his muscle has become, stretched around Reinhardt’s fat cock.

He lets him sit close and just stare as he fucks Hanzo into a sleepy, whimpery orgasm over and over again before finally allowing himself to climax.

Usually Reinhardt likes to deposit all of his load inside his little toys. A gift from him to them – but this time he only takes a little look at Cassidy’s lax, rapt face and the large wet spot on his sweats to decide to pull out halfway through and pump the last few drips right at the top of Hanzo’s crack to let them roll down his sweaty ass.

He leaves them alone then; and smirks when the last he can see is Cassidy burying his face in his sleeping boyfriend’s cunt.