Patreon Compilation – Fic#324 – Jack/OC; Genji/OC – Exhibitionism; Voyeurism; slight weight gain; getting older – Testing Boundaries 10

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Jack/OC; Genji/OC – An older Genji takes care of an older Sonny while an even older Jack sits and watches and enjoys the show.

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Jack groans softly as he lowers himself into his armchair and situates himself. It’s become a little cramped on the seat in the past few years what with him having put on a few pounds, but it is still very comfortable and still perfectly positioned to casually watch his boyfriend getting dicked down by the biggest brat he’s ever known.

Genji hasn’t changed a lick in all these years. He’s still just as loud, as obnoxious, as needy as he’s been when Overwatch had still been run by them and not by a younger generation.

Honestly, being a cyborg and getting older at a snail’s pace, he could probably still be employed and keep up with them more than easily, but… well. Genji is a free spirit and with none of his old friends still there, he resorted to being a menace on society.

Or a menace to Sonny, specifically. They are glistening with water; Sonny more so than Genji, given that he has a lot more skin to show. They’ve never stopped being flushed from their earlier workout that could barely be called as such. They had been just dicking around – quite literally at times – trying to see just how much they could get away with before they could get a rise out of Jack.

Turns out, a whole lot. He’s become a lot more sedate as of late; together with his gained weight he’s gathered some patience, it seems. He watches as Genji pinches Sonny’s hips and thighs and ass until the other squeaks like a pig and finally rolls onto his front, his fat ass jiggling in the aftermath of the motion. Absolute poetry.

Jack’s mouth goes dry. He clasps his hands together between his knees and leans forward. He’s foregone a shirt, pushing his softened, furry pecs together between his biceps. Genji, as if sensing the sight, turns his head to leer at Jack instead of the fat ass he’s kneading.

“Shit, you two are so hot,” he groans. He shifts, straddling Sonny’s massive thighs and slotting his cock in between his cheeks. Jack glances up at the mirror attached to the ceiling. He can watch how Genji’s dick practically vanishes between Sonny’s cheeks, the tip appearing every now and then, peeking out cherry red and weeping before vanishing once more.

Sonny, like the good slut that he is, just sighs and puts his head on his stacked forearms like a kitten. He doesn’t whine and beg and plead; not when it isn’t expected of him. Most of the time he’s a nice, lazy pillow princess that is more than happy to let others play with his body and tell him what a dumb slut he is.

“Genji,” Jack calls out, slowly leaning back in his chair, knees spreading to give his fattening cock space. “Be nice.”

Genji is panting, open mouthed and tongue a pink little speck of color against his synthetic black bottom lip. He swivels his head around and looks toward Jack. He has an expression like he wants to start and argue but something about the sight of Jack sitting there, thick limbed and furry and with such a calm, naturally dominating expression makes him crumble in seconds. He nods, almost meek, and lets go of Sonny’s cheeks to pull his cock out of the warm, slick crevice and shuffle downwards.

“There you go,” Jack groans as he reaches for his own cock, hand wrapping around and giving it a nice, slow tug. He’s not fully hard yet but he certainly is getting there. It takes him longer these days; he’s not on a hair trigger constantly like Genji and Sonny seem to be despite their own age.

“Gonna be real nice to you, Sonny-slut,” Genji croons once he has situated himself between Sonny’s lazily spread legs and has his hands once again on his fat cheeks. He digs his fingers in purely to watch the skin dimple around them.

“Yeah,” Sonny sighs. He sounds so dreamy; like he is on the verge of falling right asleep after a nice warm shower and snuggled in the bed. “Please.” At least he remembers his manners.

Genji seems to come to the same conclusion as Jack, though; that if he doesn’t give Sonny some kind of thrill, the other will just drift off entirely, so he growls and spreads his cheeks wide, diving right in.

It’s a wonderfully beautiful sight; two sluts in his bed, one of them his fat-assed boyfriend of a good few years by this point. Genji’s face shoved between Sonny’s cheeks, his jaw moving as he drags his tongue against Sonny’s swollen, fucked out ass-cunt.

Sonny sighs, rolling his spine in one liquid looking motion to briefly press his ass harder against Genji’s face and ostensibly suffocate him between his cheeks before he settles back down on his belly and closes his eyes.

“He’s going to fall asleep like this,” Jack commends mildly, thumb slowly playing with his foreskin; dragging it back-and-forth against his glans and pulling down on it until it slides down and exposes his wet tip to the air of the room.

He can’t see the expression on Genji’s face but he does see the stiff way his shoulders jerk, his body going tight with determination as he spreads Sonny’s cheeks as wide as they will go and dives in.

Sonny’s reaction is instantaneous: his head jerks upward, his breath hitching, then sliding out in a long, twisting whine. He rolls his spine again but before the motion can really translate to a movement of his hips, Genji shifts and clamps one forearm across the small of the other’s back, pinning him to the bed with a strength only a cyborg can muster in the position that he is currently in, Jack supposes.

He has to shift on his chair, leaning to the side, trying to see what exactly Genji is doing as even the mirror on the ceiling isn’t much help now.

He can only see flashes of wet, dark pink as the cyborg twists his tongue as deep as it will go into Sonny’s hot, clenching body while the other man is sounding like he is losing his mind. Quickly.

Sonny suddenly lifts his head and throws it around, wide blue eyes wet and begging as they have to search a second before they land on Jack sitting there like a king in his throne, watching his servants fuck for his amusement. Which is not entirely wrong to what is currently transpiring.

“J-Ja-ack!”

Jack closes his eyes, a low groan rumbling out of his chest. There is little that gets him going as fast and hard as hearing Sonny begging like the bastard slut he is. His perfect, blond bitch with the sluttiest damn body Jack has ever seen in his long, sordid life. And all for him.

All of this bimbo whore just for him to play with and lend out to others to fuck so he could watch Sonny loosing his mind on a new cock all over again. What little thoughts there still were, rattling around in that empty skull of his getting shaken up even more.

Sonny is gibbering some pleas, trying to garner Jack’s attention and make him… what… help him? Jack might have mellowed out quite a bit in recent years, but he’s not as much of a pushover as ordering Genji to just tongue fuck an easy orgasm out of his slut.

No… he likes Sonny’s desperation, and he knows that Sonny likes to be desperate. It’s why he does not even attempt to crawl away. It’s why he spreads his legs wider, nearly akimbo on the bed, rocking his no doubt swollen, weeping erection into the twisted sheets beneath him.

And Genji follows his every move like a bloodhound. He gets his ass crack shiny with spit, sucking noisily on his swollen rim and pressing loud, equally sucking kisses into it before sliding further down and drawing figure eights with the tip of his tongue into Sonny’s perineum.

Jack can see his slut’s hole then; how grotesquely swollen it was; looking on the verge of a prolapse if he didn’t know what Sonny’s cunt was actually capable of doing.

Sonny’s sounds of pleasure have scaled high and even more pathetic; Jack hadn’t known that such a thing was even possible. He’s just sobbing into his arms, hips twisting as much as they are possible beneath the steel band of Genji’s arms holding him down.

He sounds like he is about to choke on nothing but air; like Genji’s tongue fucked the last remaining brain cells out of his skull and he’s forgotten how to breathe entirely.

Jack is holding his cock in a stranglehold, hand unmoving, eyes stuck on the absolute vision in front of him. And yeah… yeah, he’s gone soft because he barely waits a handful of seconds before he croaks: “Go on, Genji. Give him what he deserves.”

Genji pauses, briefly glancing across his shoulder at him to see whether he’s heard correctly – and upon Jack’s nod, he thrusts two fingers into Sonny’s pussy and pushes him over the edge.