Extension of Drabble #1 of February 2019

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“Edgar. What’re you looking at?”

Edgar inclines his head towards the other end of the bar while rolling his glass around between his palms.

“That one. He’s cute, don’t you think? Might try my luck.”

Edgar’s friend squints over at the other end of the bar, then grunts noncommittally.

“Sure is cute…”

The bar is full of bears and twinks looking to be fucked against a wall, and the gorgeous Asian man looks like a breath of fresh air to Edgar.

“Looks so shy. Maybe it’s his first time in a gay bar. I love the unsure virginal ones.”

Edgar’s friend chokes on his drink, devolving into a short coughing fit while his face flushes an immediate, hot red.

“I don’t- I think he’s been here a couple times.”

“You sure? Just look at him. He looks like he’s gonna jump out of his skin just getting his hole tickled some.”

His friend just shrugs, unwilling to say more. Edgar grunts and gets up to secure himself a good night with the pretty Asian man.

.o.

Edgar thinks back on his friend’s weird behavior when the ‘pretty Asian man’, Hanzo, suddenly changes gears not far into their encounter.

One moment he is rubbing his face against Edgar’s beard and purrs like a kitten, the next he has his fingers digging into Edgar’s thick chest hair and practically gnaws at his nipple while he grinds himself down against his cock.

Trying to calm him down some only ends in the guy growling at him like a goddamn feral dog, and Edgar begins to wonder about all his life choices that led up to him being mauled by an ostensibly gaycurious virginal man.

He’s been so shy in the bar; barely strug two words together with such a heavy accent that Edgar had wondered whether he’s a foreigner on a trip to finally sate his burning curiosity about what it would be like to finally get spread on cock.

He doesn’t seem too virginal now as he claws at Edgar’s fly and intermittently drags his face through the valley of his slightly soft pecs.

“Hey Hanzo,” he tries, but there’s not much in terms of him actually reacting. “H-Hanzo. Buddy-”

Hanzo growls at him again. His eyes are strangely luminous when he glances up at Edgar from the valley of his hairy pecs, thick brows drawn together in clear annoyance or anger.

It’s like there’s some kind of white-blue light emanating from the very center of his dark pupils, and it shuts Edgar up quicker than anything else.

“Ooo-kay?” he whispers, hands going up to his shoulders in defeat. He is wondering about whether he should stop this whole thing – he is pretty firm on his policy of not sticking his dick in crazy, even though Hanzo is hot as all hell – when Hanzo’s gaze falls on something in the vicinity of his shoulder.

Before he can wonder much about what the guy is plotting now, one of Hanzo’s hands has curled around his wrist and is pulling his right arm up enough that he can stuff his face into his armpit.

Edgar jerks, choking on his own spit in surprise. His cheeks heat up with a furious flush as he listens to Hanzo basically huff his armpit, intermittently groaning out a deep, appreciative moan that has him squirm like a schoolgirl on prom-night.

Virgin, indeed…

.o.

Whether Hanzo is the freakiest virgin Edgar has ever met, or whether he plays just a big game because it gets his rocks off to lead unsuspecting men on, Edgar can’t say.

What he can say with utter confidence after he’s watched Hanzo try – and succeed – to stuff a dick that’s way too fat into a hole that’s gotten close to no prep, that he is tight as all hell.

He’s howling like a bitch when he bounces himself on Edgar’s lap, but he’s put himself in the situation, and Edgar doesn’t think that it’s his responsibility to keep him from destroying what is a very cute little cunt.

(At least he thinks so – Hanzo has only let him fuck a finger into that smooth, pouty hole; he’s been very adamant about not letting him have a look and tonguing his rim, so everything is just an educated guess at this point.)

Edgar can deal with a lot of things. He does not mind just shutting the hell up and getting on with business, and he doesn’t necessarily mind that Hanzo seems to have a bodyhair kink and fucked his pretty cock into the thick hair across his belly button (leaving everything tacky and sticky) before finally giving his dick some attention.

He does not even mind the wild way that Hanzo claws at his chest and treats his nipples – he prefers a bit of lighter pinching and sucking, but Hanzo is hot stuff and he’ll go along with a lot of shit for a piece of that ass – but when he starts moaning the name of another fucking guy, Edgar is sorely tempted to stop the whole thing after all.

He hadn’t even realized it at first; just thought Hanzo had devolved to hissing like a cat as his hole got spread on a veiny old dick and his rim fucked pouty and loose by it, but after the third or fourth time, Edgar could make out the distinct Jesse that Hanzo was hissing into his chest while lying on his belly like a lazy fuck while only his hips moved in a hypnotizing curl.

“It’s… ah… it’s Edgar,” he grunts back, annoyed now with the whole situation. Did he actually forget his goddamn name?

There’s a blank look shot up at him, Hanzo’s hips stilling as he stares down at Edgar with a kind of insolence that makes him think the guy is just seconds from telling him to shut the fuck up while he uses his dick to get off and think about this Jesse-

Edgar really isn’t that kind of guy, usually. He is pretty laid back and a bit lazy himself, and he sure as hell wouldn’t try hurt another man during sex, but… well.

Hanzo kind of pushes all his buttons.

When he growls and suddenly throws him around and beneath him, Edgar has the distinct feeling like Hanzo is not surprised, even though his eyes go big and his mouth makes a perfect little ‘o’.

It looks trained, somehow – like he’s sat down in front of a mirror and practiced is ‘surprised victim face’.

Whether he’s been angling for the treatment or Edgar is not the first one he brought to the brink with his antics, Edgar is not sure.

He’s not sure about a lot of things concerning Hanzo. The man is an enigma that refuses to be solved, and Edgar does not think that he has the patience to try and unearth them.

He does not think he’d even be interested in pursuing this whole sordid affair if Hanzo weren’t such a tight fuck, but that’s neither here nor there.

Hanzo has some good arms on him; he’s small but compact with muscle, and Edgar thinks he would fight back if he weren’t into getting his thick thighs spread and heaving his hole fucked rudely on too little slick.

He howls like a bitch either way, fingers digging into Edgar’s thick chest hair and holding on for the ride as he hiccups out moans in time with the fat cock plowing into his guts.

If he really had been a virgin, Edgar thinks he might scare him off of fucking for good with this. He’ll be able to feel his cock rooting around his insides for days, and Edgar is determined to fuck his load so deep into him that he’ll be shitting cum for the next week.

It’s sad, really; Edgar had been looking forward to some gentle sex; introducing a blushing, stuttering virgin to the pleasures of getting a fat, ruddy cock up his ass.

He has to admit, though… this is kind of nice, as well. Hanzo is crazy, obviously, but he’s kind of a good lay once he gets shown his place and bounced on a cock the way he seems to need to cut out his crap and calm down some.

Still, he can’t get him to stop moaning for this other guy – or gal, who the fuck even knew – and Edgar thinks as he fucks out his frustration into the maybe-or-maybe-not-virgin, that he has to choose his battles when trying to get his rocks off.