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Baptiste/Mauga/Lúcio – transman Lúcio; Baptiste fucking Mauga's tits; Lúcio sucking his cock and fingering him – Baptiste and Lúcio are Mauga's welcoming committee into Overwatch! They just have to break quarantine to get at him...

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Mauga is already always laughing but when the door opens and Baptiste and Lúcio step in in nothing but their normal clothes, his huge hands slap his equally huge thighs and he guffaws so hard that the walls of his containment cell shake.

“Do they know you’re here?” he asks between bouts of laughter, wiping at his eyes and throwing little glancers at the two in-between. “Containment breeching for little old me? I am so flattered!”

Lúcio is smiling bright and eager, easily pulled in by praise, while Baptiste flushes mildly and stands a little stiff. He hides his hands behind his back so Mauga wouldn’t see how they start to sweat.

“Well… no, they don’t know. And we would appreciate if you were keeping it down. A little.”

Mauga stops laughing but he’s still grinning huge, his large teeth shining white in his face.

“We’re the welcoming committee,” Lúcio suddenly blurts out. He’s almost bouncing on the spot, eyes large and eager and unsubtle as they’re stuck to Mauga’s crotch.

Mauga snorts again but his smile becomes a little more lazy. A little more flirtatious. He leans back and beckons them closer with one huge hand.

“Is that so. Come here, then. Welcome me.”

.o.

Everything on Mauga is huge. His personality, his smile, his cock. His tits.

Baptiste has to straddle the massive ribcage wide so he can slot his cock between jiggly, muscular pecs. Mauga is helping him along eagerly, hands gently cradling the other’s knees to hold him in place. He’s got a few pillows stuffed behind his head, his mane of hair luxuriously spread out and eyes intent on Baptiste’s cock. He wants to suck on the tip desperately but Baptiste pulls back just shy of touching that wide, plush mouth.

Mauga isn’t smiling for once. His dark eyes keep flicking up to Baptiste, trying to gauge whether he is being obstinate or doesn’t realize what he’s doing.

Baptiste flashes him a grin and Mauga narrows his eyes. “You are playing with fire,” Mauga growls low, tensing his pecs and deepening the valley between the muscles for Baptiste’s weeping erection.

He is distracted by the little tease’s reply by Lúcio. He’s been like an adorable little gummy bear, bouncing around, barely letting Mauga have a nice good look at the tiny wet slit between his thighs before Baptiste had decided that it was his turn to play.

He’s lost track of him, plain and simple; and now he’s got a hot little cave pushing itself across his swollen glans and some eager little fingers pushing into his ass easy as can be.

His brain struggles for a while to figure out whether what he is feeling is a cunt or a mouth until Lúcio’s tongue flutters against his piss slit and focuses intensely on the hole there, pushing and rubbing and prodding until Mauga gets the feeling he really does have to take a leak.

He groans through clenched teeth, head falling back against the stack of pillows, huge body heaving.

Baptiste makes a low sound of surprise but rides him like one would a wild horse. Not that Mauga would have let him slip off anywhere. His hands are calm and secure on him and his legs shift further apart to give Lúcio more room to play.

His fingers are nothing to Mauga and he tells him as much on a breathless little chuckle.

Lúcio doesn’t answer; not verbally, at least. He pulls off of the glans with a pop and presses suckling, wet kisses down the length of Mauga’s erection. Just when he starts to lick at one massive testicle does he begin to push his whole little fist into him.

There’s heat and wetness pressed against Mauga’s thigh. Lúcio is riding him as he plays with a cock that would spear him like a skewer.

Baptiste has one hand pressed over the top of his cock, making sure it stays right where it needs to be, foreskin rolling back with every forward thrust and presenting Mauga with the dark red, glistening tip.

They’re as eager as sluts can be and he had not thought that joining Overwatch could be anywhere near this fun. Certainly not when they stuck him in a quarantine room just to be certain.

He thoroughly feels welcomed, though.

TBC