“I’ve had enough of your behaviour. You’re not getting any from me today, Genji Shimada.”

He showed up with his dick free from his armour to play with like a good boy, concealed only by his favourite dark green sweats, and he was denied. Hanzo glanced at his brother with concealed pity in his eyes before going into your apartment. You shut the door and left Genji to silently pout outside. Genji had irritated his mama one too many times and was banished outside the room for one session. For one fuck, which you were lavishing upon Hanzo. You were already telling him what a good boy he was. What a pretty boy. Most beautiful boy his mommy had ever seen. So good for Mommy.

Genji was about to leave until he heard your voice through the door. He couldn’t make out exactly what was being said, but he could guess by your tone. He looked around to make sure no one was watching before pushing his hand down his length. Quickly, and then again slowly and purposefully, maybe bucking into the pressure (he wouldn’t admit this if asked later). He stood there for a while, unable to tear himself from the muffled and soft sound of your voice reaching him through the door.

Then he sighed at himself, turned around, and sat against the wall to stay.

Genji turned his head to glance at your door, wishing he could see through it. His lower lip was shiny with saliva, from being dragged through his teeth numerous times. Neither you or Hanzo knew Genji was eavesdropping outside your door. He knew it was unbecoming of him. But if no one knew he sitting outside your door, no one could judge him. At least, that’s what his dick told him.

It strained against the front of his soft sweatpants. Terribly obvious to anyone who might happen to walk down the hallway. Genji raised his left leg and laid his arm on his lap to trap his erection against his thigh. He couldn’t help rolling his hips a little to get off on the friction, but now his arousal was hidden.

He rolled his hips again when he heard you hum the way you do when either of your boys slip inside you. To hell with it, Genji thought, and stuck his hand in his right pocket to play with his junk. He rubbed at his balls and tugged on his sack for foreplay.

He forced his fingers further down, squeezing the head. The steady streams of your encouragement to Hanzo and the noises of the abused bed provided ample encouragement for his dick. Made it so that he had to go slowly. Not grip too tightly.

Eventually, Genji’s hand slipped out of his pocket and down into his pants proper. He bit back an “Ohhhh, yessss.” If anyone was watching, they’d see a twitching bulge in the front of his sweats.

Hanzo moaned painfully, and most of the noise stopped. Genji also stopped, holding his breath. He heard you soothe his brother.

“Hold it in for Mommy…”

The creak of the bed resumed after that, and Genji continued, as well. Hanzo would be able to hold his orgasm at bay, Genji knew he was just being a brat. You either didn’t care or hadn’t figured it out yet.

Genji tried to imagine what position you and Hanzo were in. Maybe you made him fuck you, made him prove his obedience by waiting for Mommy to finish first, before his orgasm exploded inside him and he groaned helplessly into the ceiling. Or maybe, you bounced on his dick, reveling in the blissful expressions you pulled from him. He could picture the way your breasts bounced, how jiggly they were. The curves of your waist and hips as you sat on his brother’s lap like a queen on a throne. He knew you liked it best while leaning back, Hanzo’s cock rubbing against the sweet spot just inside your cunt. Genji curled his lip, betting that Hanzo is forgetting to give your breasts some attention while you fucked.

He exhaled and let his head drop back against the wall. Hanzo would be allowed to cum inside you and Genji couldn’t. That was the only thing about this that truly bothered him. The only thing that put a damper on his arousal.

Then he remembered that he was jerking off in the hallway outside your apartment like a freak, and his dick came alive in his hand again. Genji had collected many kinks in his lifetime, and public sex was one of them. His tested the hardness, squeezing firmly, and his inhaled at the pleasurable response he got from his own flesh, the breath whistling through his barely open mouth.

Genji couldn’t keep his eyes open now. He was close to the finish. He had edged himself for so long that any little thing would push him over. He was going to be loud, no denying it. Afterwards, he would have to leave quickly, in case your neighbours came out to see if someone was in distress.

He gasped and took his hand away, almost losing control. The thought of a stranger finding him a mess in the hallway after cumming inside his pants was too much at this point.

His fingers returned to surround his erection. He hissed through his teeth and tensed his shoulders when he used the gentlest stroke. Almost lost it? again. He attempted another, because it felt so fucking good to be on the precipice.

A shameless whine signaled your end, drowning out Hanzo’s cry. Genji’s eyes narrowed. He should be the one squirting his load inside you.

“Be a good boy and fuck me again, will you? Make up for Genji’s absence?”

Genji lamented that his fingers were not your cunt, clutching around his length as you came. He remembered exactly how that felt-

Cum erupted from Genji’s cock. He twitched on the floor helplessly, groaning. It was embarrassing, how wide open his mouth was. He slid down further onto the floor, puffing out of his mouth. His shoulder vents opened and released a steady stream of heat. His head dropped to the side, unable to summon the will to get up. After a minute, the vents retreated into his body, and he slowly, gingerly pulled his hand free from his soiled sweats.

So much cum. Genji grimaced in disgust. He made an attempt to wipe it off on the front of his pants. Then he got to his feet to escape out of the nearest window to return to his bathroom to clean up, red-faced, and feeling like a whore.