Patreon Compilation – Fic# 336 – Baptiste/Mauga/Lúcio – size difference; enthusiastic; transman Lúcio – It's The Little Things...

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Baptiste/Mauga/Lúcio – Baptiste and Lúcio are Mauga's welcoming committee while he's still in 'quarantine' before properly joining Overwatch. In this part, Baptiste gets to make a dream come true and fuck Mauga while Lúcio rides that massive dick.

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Mauga’s massive thighs are opened and his teeth are blinding in his face as he grins down at Baptiste.

“Do your worst, my friend! Maybe you can actually make me feel it, eh? What fun would that be?”

Baptiste’s mouth twitches even as his brow lowers in concentration. Or maybe he is annoyed? He is difficult to read at times. Easy going one moment and intense the next. Mauga just laughs at him for good measure, extending one arm to Lúcio and slipping a single massive finger between his thighs.

The little treat gasps all wet and sweet, his head tilting back and two hands desperately clutching at Mauga’s wrist as he rocks on that single digit. He’s tight but stretches wonderfully on him, his hole clamping down and sucking him in deeper and deeper.

“The way you grip me, pal,” Mauga sighs.

Lúcio whines. He tilts forward, his hands going into Mauga’s wild mane of hair like he can’t help himself. Like he’s been fantasizing about it the whole time that they’ve been here, playing with their large new toy.

Baptiste watches them quietly. He is not a small man by any means but between Mauga’s massive thighs even he looks downright skinny. He doesn’t let that intimidate him, though. He’s too eager to finally get his hands on Mauga. To get his cock in Mauga.

He’s been dreaming of this moment for far longer than he feels comfortable admitting. It’s just that he once during some serendipitous force he’s seen Mauga in all his glory and, not knowing who he was or what carnage he could wreak, he had felt himself become obsessed.

And now he’s here; cock nudging against Mauga’s softened hole, feeling it move gently like it, too, is testing him somehow. Mouthing at his cock; feeling up the girth of his glans to try and assess whether he will be satisfying. Whether he will be fun.

Baptiste bites his bottom lip and curls his arms around Mauga’s thick thighs. He holds on both for his benefit as for the others as he jerks forward and drives his slicked up dick deep into the other’s belly.

Mauga grunts. He’s surprised; his dark eyes flick from studying Lúcio being cute and gorgeous, nervously fucking himself on one massive finger, back to Baptiste to stare at him with almost grudging respect.

Baptiste is now the one grinning. More a baring of teeth, all feral and just borderline aggressive. He leans forward, bracing his hands on either side of Mauga’s hips, and starts to snap forward. Fast staccato thrusts that have Mauga’s eyes go wide and his mouth go slack.

He doesn’t make a sound, though. Not yet. Lúcio comes before that, his pretty face screwed up with focus as he crawls closer. The insides of his thighs are glistening with slick from where Mauga had fingered him all leisurely and gotten him primed for an orgasm that had gotten ripped away from him seconds before.

He pushes on Baptiste’s shoulders, forcing him back again so he can snuggle his way in between the two large, warm bodies.

Baptiste is glad that he can barely see how Lúcio snuggles with Mauga’s cock. He thinks he might shoot his load the second he sees how far that massive dick reaches up Lúcio’s belly. His fantasy is bad enough. Wondering, despite his medical knowledge, whether Lúcio would be able to feel the other nudging at his goddamn lungs.

Mauga has an unhindered view, though, and the expression on his face is priceless. His huge hands scrabble to hold Lúcio’s hips. For some reason he decides that now would be a good time to try and be chivalrous.

“Buddy, damn… damn, you sure? You got such a cute little cunt, don’t wanna destroy it-”

But Lúcio doesn’t want to hear any of it. He’s greedy and determined and Baptiste knows how he can get, so he helps it along by resuming the motion of his hips; nice, fluid little thrusts that have Mauga’s head tilting back and his thick throat straining around sounds he tries so damn hard to keep nice and down.

To not pant like a bitch in heat not quite five minutes after getting filled by Baptiste.

Lúcio sits himself down. Not all the way, he’s not that crazy, but he spreads his pussy around Mauga’s glans and makes a sound like a kicked puppy; punched out and desperate, his shoulders going tense in front of Baptiste’s eyes.

Mauga’s huge hands are on his hips, holding his negligible weight. Making sure he wouldn’t inadvertently slide even further down before his struggling pussy had gotten used to the intense stretch.

Baptiste would love nothing more than to get down on his belly and have a personal up-close view of the spectacle. Of Lúcio’s delicious little cunt stretching to a near breaking point, his hole desperately mouthing around the intrusion and trying to keep nice and relaxed so it could slide in deeper and deeper and…

Well- There is almost nothing he’d rather be doing. The only other thing is what he is actually currently engaging in: dicking Mauga. Finally, finally dicking Mauga.

His insides are as hot as Baptiste had always imagined them to be. A man of that size and temperament just had to run as hot as a volcano in his imagination.

Despite their significant size differences, Mauga is wrapped around him tight. His muscles squeeze down on him like a lover, pulling him deeper with their impossible grip. So Baptiste follows suit.

They’ve already egregiously broken protocol by even being here – why not enjoy themselves while they’re at it?!

Mauga, as if privy to his thoughts, suddenly starts laughing like a maniac.

“That’s it! That’s it, my friends! And here I was being worried that Overwatch might not be entertaining enough!”

His hips, huge and strong and able to grind them to fucking dust, rock upwards. He fucks himself simultaneously onto Baptiste’s cock and drives deeper into Lúcio’s trembling body.

Lúcio whimpers. His head is thrown back, every single one of his locs trembling with the tension going through his body.

“You alright?” Baptiste asks in the same moment as Mauga hollers: “Your cunt, my friend! Your cunt!”

He seems to be heaving the time of his life. His huge hand shifts and Baptiste… he can’t help it. He has to lean forward, hooking his chin across Lúcio’s shoulder to watch down his body as Mauga’s thick thumb gently presses against the apex of Lúcio’s plump little peach.

Completely hides his swollen clit from view as he presses gently and makes a wicked little circle-

Lúcio sobs. He throws himself backward against Baptiste’s chest, trusting him to catch him – or maybe not even thinking that far ahead. His face is twisted in a fine concoction of pleasure and agony, his spread thighs trembling as he slides even father down on that massive cock. Just before his hips actually sit down on Mauga can Baptiste see the fat bump of the other’s dick in Lúcio’s heaving belly.

Baptiste’s mouth opens, his brain feeling like it is flat lining. He leans forward, bulling Lúcio to do the same, all but sandwiching him in between Mauga and himself because he needs a better angle to fuck. He snaps his hips in a fast, punishing rhythm, hearing Mauga’s breath catch on a hiccup, his wild little eyes gone huge and luminous as he stares up at the two smaller man on top of him.

His hand is trapped between Lúcio and his own belly, presumably still being sweet on the young man’s dripping gash; helping him lubricate that sweet plumb and ease its glide on the massive cock.

Every now and then his gaze will slide to Baptiste and he’ll just… stare at him. No laughter in sight. No slightly condescending little quip. Nothing but him staring at the other man in almost reluctant admiration.

His tits are bouncing with Baptiste’s thrusts. The sight is hypnotizing. As hypnotizing as Lúcio’s delirious little wails as he’s getting rocked between their unforgiving bodies.

Baptiste doesn’t want to come. Not now, not so fast, but it is creeping in against the edges of his awareness and no matter how doggedly he fucks Mauga, how tightly he clenches his jaw and tries to hold on to it, he knows that he’s already lost when he hears Lúcio’s soft little ‘oh’ as he comes himself.

Mauga clenches around him. He’s baring his teeth but not in a grin; it’s too fierce and too feral for that. They are growling at each other as Lúcio writhes between their bodies and drools helplessly on Mauga’s heavily tattooed chest.

He’s unable to say who of them comes first. But he’s stupidly happy that he’s got to make Mauga come on his dick at all. And that counts for a lot.

They got so much more time to figure out who of them could hold on longer…