hanzo hotline, please hold.

[oldtownroad]

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[oldtownroad]

what, you want me to bend you over the cargo at the Orca loading dock?

[sonicarrow]

To start, perhaps. Two weeks without you was punishment enough.

[oldtownroad]

my, you're quite the horndog, Han. ya like my cock that much? maybe i'll make a mold of it for ya birthday so you can survive missions apart.

[sonicarrow]

Skill is not the weapon, but how one uses it. [Not to inflate his boyfriend's ego, but it's less the cock, and more the man attached. A toy is good, but it won't fuck him half as hard.]

And how would I repay the favour? Such a gift deserves proper gratitude.

[oldtownroad]

thought you'd say somethin' like that. what do you think about me fuckin' yer mouth with one and fillin' yer ass with the other?

you know what i like. think yer pretty handy with that bow 'n all.

[sonicarrow]

I think that my birthday is too far off.

[It does paint a pretty picture, which is deserving of another. Attached is a photo of Hanzo, his hand down his pants, the line of his growing erection obvious beneath the fabric.]

Am I?

[oldtownroad]

I can make arrangements. Do we ever really need a reason to celebrate?

[ the picture finally loads and the flush in his cheeks turns into a full blown scarlet. his pants are a whole lot tighter than they were ten minutes ago too. ]

Ain't no one suck my cock like you do, Hanny. Where are ya anyways? Background ain't look familiar.

[sonicarrow]

Reunions are often celebrated.

[He sent another photo, this one showing more of his face, cheeks tinged pink and his lower lip caught between his teeth. Behind him is the back of one of the uncomfortable chairs that furnish the surveillance room at the watchpoint. That's the only other hint he is getting.]

Do you have any guesses?