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“So crabby, brother. I know you aren't shy so what is the problem?” Genji chimes as he shifts in Hanzo’s lap, the motion sending out soft ripples in the warm bath water. Hanzo never understood how Genji could still have so much energy after training. His own muscles ached and he’d gone into the bath wanting nothing more than to let the warm water sap that ache away. But of course, Genji had other plans. Genji always had other plans.“I do not enjoy these games, Genji. You know that.” Hanzo’s voice is rough, unyielding. Genji knows better though, knows his brother all too well. Hanzo would rather have his tongue cut out than admit to wanting something just for the pleasure of it. And Genji is all pleasure. A happy little bird flitting from one thrill to the next. A sweet and tempting thing.“Who is playing games? I am only asking for my brother's help washing my back.” Genji chirps back. Of course it was a game though, that was the only way to get Hanzo to loosen up and have fun with him. He had to coax joy from Hanzo the way one coaxes trust from a stray dog. Piece by piece, careful not to push too far too fast lest he snap.Hanzo bristles all the same though. “Do you think I am a fool? Helping you wash doesn't require you to sit on my lap.”“I'm keeping you from hurting your back by bending towards me.” Genji is not one to back down so easily. His thighs press together, squeezing Hanzo's cock between them. “Besides, brother, not all of you seems displeased with where I am.”Hanzo scowls, but Genji isn't wrong. Hanzo's semi-hard cock is resting lazily between Genji's thighs, not yet fully hard, not yet trying to push into him, but enjoying the pressure nonetheless. Were he just a little less disciplined he'd have bucking into the feeling by now.“I could get up if you're so upset though.” Genji feigns as if he’s going to move, but Hanzo’s hands find his hips, pulling him firmly back into place. It's all Genji needs to know he has Hanzo's not backing off any time soon.“No. I am not done cleaning you.” Hanzo doesn't need Genji to be facing him to know he's grinning like the cat that got the cream, all too pleased to call his brother’s bluff. His fingers move to Genji's hair in an attempt to keep up the facade of washing him, a part of him still clinging to the idea of not giving into Genji.His brother makes for a tempting sight though. The way the water clings to his smooth skin and the playful flash of his dyed green hair makes him seem like a nymph, some sort of fae thing that takes joy in teasing Hanzo. The kind of creature men went mad over.Genji shifts his hips to rub Hanzo's cock with his thighs. He can feel the length coming to full mast and he smirks. His brother has always been so easy to work up. He was always wound so tightly that all it took was a little touch to get him to snap. He leans back against Hanzo's chest so they're faces are nearly cheek to cheek. “You know, brother, I could think of better uses for your fingers than washing my hair. ”Hanzo lets out a huff of a laugh and it sounds so close to his typically dismissive one that Genji thinks for a moment he really might not touch him. Then Hanzo's fingers disentangle from his hair and one of his hands slides down Genji's body while the other holds his hip to keep them pressed together. Hanzo's fingers trace along the line of hair that leads to Genji's groin. He combs through the hair just above where Genji wants him, teasing his younger brother for a moment before finally allowing his fingers to slip over Genji's clit.“Are you so helpless that you need me to do this for you as well?” Hanzo's tone is harsh as always, but the way Genji's thighs squeeze him tighter tells him what he's always known. Genji loves to stir his anger, loves when Hanzo's tone is just a little too biting, a little too cruel. Hanzo thrusts into the feeling of Genji's thighs, stroking Genji's clit in time with the motion. The soft gasp he gets in return makes him forget the ache in his muscles, the exhaustion from training. It's replaced with a want to hear more, a want to feel Genji succumb to his efforts.It's a heady mix of his own lust and the thing that exists in both of them that wants so badly to one up the other. The thing that makes Genji want Hanzo to lose control and the thing that makes Hanzo want to rein Genji in. It's the competitiveness that's been built between them, but something more hungry as well. Something needier. It courses heavily through them both as Hanzo thrusts again, his cock sliding against Genji's cunt.“Bold of you to poke fun at me when all I am doing is sitting here. You're the one humping my thighs, brother. Are you thinking of fucking me when you do that?” Genji lets out a soft but pointed laugh. He rolls his hips and the motion grinds his clit against Hanzo's fingers, and his thighs slide along Hanzo's cock.Genji's voice is ever so slightly breathier as he continues. “I still don't understand why you haven't, Hanzo. I have seen how badly you want to. Are you afraid you would be the disappointment then? Disgraced for knocking up your little brother?”Hanzo's thrusts grow faster with Genji's words, but his scowl deepens. “Silence yourself, Genji. Perhaps I simply do not wish to sully myself with what has already been had.”Despite the sharpness of Hanzo's words, Genji can feel the way his cock twitches between his thighs. He knows his brother well enough and they've done this so many times before that he knows Hanzo's wants as if they were his own. Genji rolls his hips to meet each of Hanzo's thrusts, showing his want and teasing out Hanzo's own. Hanzo shifts so his cock presses more solidly against Genji's pussy, each thrust catching against his brother's hardened clit. Genji crosses his legs to keep the squeeze of his thighs tight around Hanzo's cock.“Does it make you mad that others have had me? That you have not kept me all to yourself? Yet you fight so hard against claiming me when it would be so easy. Should I beg for it, brother? Or should I remind you of how good it would feel?” Genji's hand find's Hanzo's. He lets up the tight squeeze of his thighs just enough to push Hanzo's fingers from his clit down to his slick entrance.“You could have me if you wanted to.” Genji's pussy clenches around Hanzo's fingers as they push into him. He lets out a soft moan as Hanzo moves between thrusting his fingers and rubbing Genji's clit with his thumb, both in time with the thrust of his cock between Genji's thighs.“Why would I want something so easy to get?” Hanzo bites back, but never stops. The want is clear in the heat of his skin, the quickened breaths, the way his cock twitches every time Genji speaks of being claimed by him.“Because you know those men don't truly have me. But you could. I could be all yours if you would take me, brother.” Genji manages, eager and breathy, between soft groans. Hanzo's hand leaves him and for a moment Genji thinks he's pushed Hanzo too far, flown too close to the Sun. However, his hand moves so that he has both of Genji's hips firmly held.Hanzo shifts Genji to face him and swallows hard when he sees his flushed face. His own expression is no better, all too eager, mind too clouded by want to think straight. Genji rubs his clit against the head of Hanzo's cock with the slow rock of his hips.“If I do this then you're mine. Do you understand?” Hanzo's eyes are desperate as they meet Genji's, pleading. There's a flicker of possessiveness that Genji knows he should worry about, but he wants this too bad to care. Hanzo's voice comes out again in a needy rasp, something almost animal in its want. “Tell me you understand, Genji. Tell me you'll be mine.”“Yours, brother.” Genji pants out, eyes blown wide in lust. He doesn't even process the way he nods so eagerly. “Always yours, just waiting for you to see it too.”Hanzo doesn't hesitate to bury himself in his brother's waiting cunt. The warm, clenching depth pulls a loud groan from his lips. His lips find Genji's throat, pressing a kiss to the soft skin before biting down hard. He wants to leave a mark, wants to make sure Genji remembers who he belongs to now.The moment Genji can feel his brother hilted inside him, he starts to roll his hips, riding Hanzo eagerly. Genji gasps as he feels the sharp sting of Hanzo's teeth. The feeling makes him clench around Hanzo and his hands wrap around to dig into the hard muscle of Hanzo's back.Hanzo lets go of Genji's throat, focusing on setting a harsh, unforgiving pace for them both. He thrusts hard into each downward roll of Genji's hips, pulling gasps and loud moans from his little brother. His own groans sound in Genji's ear, his breath hot against Genji's skin. Hanzo knows neither of them will last long, youth and desire working against them. He wants to last as long as they can though, to soak in the culmination of the years he's spent wanting this, the years he's never allowed himself to give in. Genji has other plans though. Genji always has other plans.“Cum in me, bother, please!” Genji gasps out. “Hanzo, please. Make me yours, breed me. I want it. Want to feel your claim grow in me.”The words are like a siren's call and alarm bells all at once. He knows he should pull out, knows he shouldn't take the risk. Yet, he finds himself thrusting even faster into Genji, wanting to claim him, wanting to fill him. He can feel the way Genji clenches around him and he knows he's close too. He shifts, trying to drive deeping into his brother and the angle lets him hit something that makes Genji moan so sharply it almost sounds like a cry. Hanzo's eyes widen and he hits the spot again, seeking it out.Genji can feel the coil in his belly tightening, so close to snapping he can taste it. Then Hanzo hits that spot again and again and the coil tightens so tight Genji thinks he might lose it before finally it snaps. Genji doesn't even process the way his own voice echoes off the walls of the bath, too lost in the sudden wave that overtakes him.Hanzo groans at the sudden tight squeeze around his cock. He can feel every twitch and clench of Genji's muscles and it sends him following over the edge. He thrusts once and then again before burying himself as deeply as he can into his brother's eager cunt. Genji's body milks him gladly, taking every drop of his seed like it's what Genji was made for, like he was always meant to be Hanzo's. He gives a few more stuttering thrusts as they ride out their climaxes, but his body hesitates to pull out too much. The animal part of him screaming to make sure it takes.As they come down, Genji slumps against Hanzo, their chests heaving against one another. They both know they should probably get out, that they have other things to attend to today. Neither could bring themselves to move though. For just a little while, it's nice to be together like this. The family could wait. Responsibilities could wait. Hanzo just wanted to have Genji in his lap for a little while longer.