Men In Your Dungeon

Genji - Body Worship (Him)

"You're beautiful, you know that?" you murmur to him as you plant your lips against his metal jaw. He's all gleaming silver and glowing green, so pretty in the dim light of your quarters. You stripped what armour you could from his body before you began, and slowly you caress the bits of flesh that you can reach from where you sit on the couch before him.

Genji's breath hitches, then he smiles ruefully as he rubs his thumbs against the hands you have planted on his hips. "Thank you. I'm under no illusions that I am the man I used to be, but thank you." He knows full well what his past has wrought on his body, knows that he is no longer handsome in the traditional, or even modern, sense of the word. What isn't metal or cybernetic is heavily scarred or burned or otherwise marred. The winding dragon upon his flesh ruined and dull. His eyes are brown still, but it doesn't look quite human. All in all, well, Genji's sure he's the furthest thing from beautiful, but the way you say it makes him want to believe it.

You scoff at him and press your lips to the thick scarred flesh where his body meets his metal prosthetics, kissing it gently. "I think you've had enough of me rambling on about what I love about your appearance," your tongue snakes out to lick a line up his chiseled abdomen, grinning widely. Your hands slip out from under his and caress his thighs and knees, enjoying the strange feeling of synthetic muscle and metal fibres under your palm.

He sighs at your touch, your words, and then bows his head, "I...would not mind hearing it again."

"Greedy boy," you tut at him playfully and bite down on his flesh hip. From the top of his thigh to the inner bit, your hands put as much pressure as you dare so that he can feel your touch. It isn't much, as he has told you before, but enough that he trembles at the sensation. The grey synthetic muscles forming his inner thighs are sensitive to your touch, and he moans as you massage them gently.

You kiss a line down his abs, his hip, then teasingly breathe over his crotch before you stand up to lock your lips with his. He reciprocates hungrily, clamping his hands on your hips to pull you flush to him. He's cool and hot at the same time, the cybernetics generating heat but also cold in his extremities. The contrast makes you squirm against him, and he moans against your lips.

"Your lips," you whisper into his mouth as you wrap your arms around his neck, "are heavenly. Soft, warm, and so very skilled. Have I told you I love them on me? On my body, my neck?"

Genji moans, "Yes." He moves to pepper kisses on your jaw, but you pull away and bite down on his neck instead, forcing a deep groan out of his throat.

"Your neck," you worry at the scarred skin with your teeth, soothe the sting with your tongue, "perfect for marking, for showing who you belong to. I've always wanted to give you a collar made of hickies, let the world see how much you love my mouth."

The very idea makes the ninja twitch in his codpiece. He begs you, quietly, "Please? Please mark my neck!" A laugh escapes you and you suck hard at the same spot, making him moan filthily in your ear and thrust his hips against yours.

"Mmm, not today," you tease him, moving to curl a hand over the mark while looking into his heavy lidded eyes. He pouts, but is soon distracted by your other hand smoothing over his broad shoulders. "These shoulders, so wide and strong. I love it when you fling my legs over them to eat my pussy. Every chance I get, I stare at them, touch them." Your lips ghost over the flesh and metal, embracing him as you do so. Kisses and licks cover them, and Genji can only exhale breathily against you and whimper quietly.

"Your chest. Mmmm your chest," you grin and dip your head to press kisses to his clavicle. "I'm glad you don't wear kyudo-gi like your brother, otherwise I'd have to cut a bitch for looking." The dangerous possessiveness in your voice thrills Genji, who purrs under your ministrations and grows a smug look on his face. Your lips brush his nipple and he jolts, but then it turns into a deep shudder and a swear as you give it kitten-licks, urging the flesh into a stiff peak. His hands fidget on your hips, hips buck against yours, as you suckle at his flesh and whirl your tongue around the bud. In times like this he desperately wishes that he has his other pec back, so you could worship both nipples just like this. But he doesn't, and he's over it, so he just clutches you close to him to enjoy your mouth working its magic.

He's so hard now, just about bursting from his codpiece, and he whines at you to hurry up so you can fuck him already. It causes you to laugh at his impatience, and you tut at him before dropping back onto the sofa. "You asked for it, you greedy boy. Have some patience," you scold him lightly and start to nibble on his abs. You tell him how much you love that he's still so ripped despite having countless augmentations, that he's still as muscled as he was before, if not even more. The rippling of the flesh under your touch reminds you that he's so incredibly aroused that he's almost jumping out of his skin. His hands, which moved to your shoulders as you sank down, rub at you needily, almost like kneading your shoulders, as he fights to stay still.

"Your ass," you moan then, reaching around to grab at his ass which is, miracle of all miracles, still as grab-able as it used to be, as he had told you. You fucking love Angela, you had declared then, and now as you squeeze the half synthetic half flesh bubble of his butt, you give your thanks to her too. "Oh god, your ass is fucking delicious. I'm not usually an ass-girl, but fuck, I love your ass. And I love it that playing with your cute ass turns you on even more," you growl and whip him around so you can sink your teeth into the flesh side.

Genji yelps and shakes under you even more, panting and moaning as you plant bites and kisses on his bubble butt. Pushes into you as you pull back. He reaches down to unlatch his codpiece and throws it away then, unable to stand the pain of restricting his hard on for a second longer. It springs out before him, hard, leaking and needy, and he leans forward as your head disappears between his legs.

Your voice is slightly muffled, but he can still make out your words clear as day, "This pretty asshole, all mine to play with. Your cock, all mine to toy with." Your hand reaches between his thighs to grab his cock, and it's all Genji can do not to cry out and fuck into your hand. His thighs twitch sporadically, and you grin as you start to pump his twitching shaft roughly. "Your beautiful cock, so big and thick, perfect for fucking me. I love how you feel in my mouth, my pussy."

Genji groans at your words, blushes at the praise, and lets out a breathless whine in response. He wants to thank you, to say something in return, but your fingers are teasing his head and his slit and it's quickly driving any sane thoughts out of his head right quick. Your hand is heavenly, he decides, and widens his stance so he can feel your tongue slide along where his perineum should be. The combination of both sensations makes him buck his hips uncontrollably. It's too much, everything's too much! He's gonna-!

"P-please may I cum?" he chokes out your name, his fingers digging into his thighs to try and hold his orgasm at bay. "Please please please may I cum!"

You grin and shove your head deeper between his legs, now using both hands to pump and twist at his cock, his slick making the slide sound oh so obscene and Genji shakes in place, the ball of warmth in his belly raging out of control.

He can't cum. He can't cum yet. You haven't said so. You haven't-

"Fuck! Oh fuck oh fuck! Fuck me fuck me fuck-ohhhhhhh," he can't hold it back and cums hard onto the floor. Doubling over, he grunts and groans and moans as his orgasm is ripped out of him. His legs shake as you continue to assault the sensitive area between his legs and Genji has to whimper at you to stop.

With a final nip that sends him spurting another small bit of cum, you withdraw and pull him down into your lap. The ninja melts into a puddle of cyborg goo against you as he comes down from his high, his pretty cock slowly softening against his bright thigh.

You grin and hug him close, teeth worrying at the curve of his jaw. "Aw, baby, I haven't done your legs yet!"

Oh god, Genji thinks as he drifts in a haze of satisfaction.