>>2285423Hanzo bumps against his prostate and Lucio yelps, clapping a hand over his mouth. His other reflexively grabs his pec again and Hanzo groans, reaching around to cup the musician’s ass.
He lifts him off. “Pardon me--”
The next thing Lucio knows, he’s face down against the mattress with Hanzo pressed firmly behind him. Pumping his hips in time with the music, no less. If Lucio’s world wasn’t reduced to consuming pleasure, he’d laugh. He spares a brief thought to deconstructing genres before giving up on thinking entirely, fisting the sheets, muffling his cries in a pillow. He comes like that, singing, cock untouched entirely. Hanzo mutters a quick apology against his ear before pulling out, stroking himself only a few times before spilling onto the bed.
The archer rolls over, mindful of the wet spots, an arm draped over his eyes as he catches his breath. It isn’t long before Lucio joins him, lying on top of him like an oversized cat. The musician litters kisses against his chest as the song fades away, then looks up, a grateful smile on his face, and--
There it is. Just a brief thing, like light off a dragonfly’s wings, but he sees it. A hint of a smirk from Hanzo Shimada, one that says you did well, and despite how annoying you can be, I want more.
That’s the best he can get out of him for now. But he’s getting better.
“Here,” Lucio says, voice soft from his cries. He presses the remote again. “You’ll like this one. John Cage, 4?33?.”
Hanzo huffs, but his arms wrap around Lucio regardless, resigned to listening to whatever moldy oldies he has in store. After a few moments, he picks up the remote, squints at it in the neon light. “I do not believe it is working.”
Lucio, ear tuned in to Hanzo’s heartbeat, smiles. “It is.”
