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Patreon Compilation – Fic# 342 – OC/Hazard – body worship; enthusiastic and eager; fucking on the job – Let Them Riot
🕑 Added 2025-06-18 05:12:05 +0000 UTCOC/Hazard – Hazard and Sonny are on a mission but they're pretty much forgotten all about it the second they got into a nice and secure location for themselves.
(first time writing Hazard :') )
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“God, shit, Sonny- you’re so fuckin’ hot, ya know that?”
Hazard is half laughing as he says it, his words barely understandable through it all as his eyes rake over Sonny’s body laid out on the bed just for him. They both got their hands on their cocks, grabbing them by the throat and squeezing to keep the overexcited orgasms at bay.
Sonny is grinning at him all teeth and lazy. There’s not a thought behind those gorgeous blue eyes. He opens his thighs wider, completely unashamed. He’s so eager to show off his body, especially his hole, that he’s not paying any attention to their surroundings anymore.
Neither of them is. Their superiors should have known before they put them out to a mission together. There’s no way in Hell Hazard will pay attention to anything outside that goddamn window if he’s got this bombshell right there, lifting his sac outta the goddamn way to show him the dark space underneath.
Hazard grunts, rolling his shoulders and hunching forward.
“Lightin’ ‘s the shit,” he grumbles, one massive hand curling around Sonny’s knee to push it further to the side and then up. He forces him to curl a little so what little illumination there is can catch against his hole. It’s an obscenely swollen mouth; a fleshlight that’s so well fucking used – and so regularly – that Hazard can feel his mouth watering.
He drags his tongue slowly across his lips. Sonny makes a sound like he’s choking on spit.
Hazard glances up, and seeing Sonny’s brain dead gaze fixed on his mouth, grins at him all lopsided and darkly amused and opens his jaw nice and wide. Flops out his thick tongue, framed by sharp canines to let him have a look. All proper like. Hazard is not stingy, he really ain’t. He’s willing to give as much as Sonny wants to have him, and from the look on his face, going all slack and dumb, he wants it all.
When Sonny reaches out, he stretches up, obediently lowers his head and lets the other press a thumb right against the center of the tattoo. He starts to rub slowly up and down and Hazard can feel his own thoughts starting to slow down. He shudders, rolls his shoulders, blinks slowly.
A communicator goes off somewhere, demanding their attention – and neither of them gives it because they can’t be goddamn assed. After a moment or two, Hazard pulls his head away and mutters: “Where’s the lube, man? I gotta get in you so fuckin’ bad.”
Sonny groans, the leg Hazard is still folding upward, kicking out pathetically.
“Like this,” Sonny whines. “Fuck me raw just like this, please…”
Hazard hesitates, but Sonny is just staring down at his pecs. The expression on his face looks like he should be having hearts for pupils and Hazard doesn’t have enough brain power in the face of just how goddamn thick Sonny is to really put up much of an argument.
“You tell me when it’s too much, yeah?” he asks him even so. He’s not going to hurt a friend. He ain’t about that. Sonny is goddamn hot but Haz won’t be forcing his dick in dry if it’s hurting the guy.
Sonny nods. He doesn’t look like he’s even listened to Hazard; he’s just ogling his fat pecs and then pulls a face when he has to turn around and lose sight of them. Hazard doesn’t make him turn around, of course, but he’s not complaining about it.
Certainly not when he’s presented with the fattest ass he’s ever seen. He’s suddenly unsure how those cheeks even fit into Sonny’s pants. Doesn’t matter. Doesn’t fucking matter ‘cause Sonny reaches back and spreads his cheeks and Hazard feels like he’s going into cardiac arrest or something.
“Holy fuckin’ shit,” he groans. Shuffling closer, he grabs his cock again, attempting not to choke it to goddamn death before he hasn’t had a chance to get it somehow into Sonny’s body.
The communicator sounds like a siren in the background and they’re both too damn into each other to even hear it. He lets his dick nose up against Sonny’s hole. It’s immediately working away, mouthing on him like it’s got a mind of its own.
“Fuuuck, you sure about it?” Hazard asks. His head feels woozy just staring at it. Just feeling it. There’s no slick other than the wetness from his crown but he’s being sucked in like it’s the easiest thing on the damn planet. It’s breaking his head a little. In a good way.
In a way that has nothing to do with how the system miserably failed him and everybody and everything just kept dropping him despite him wanting so so badly to be good for them.
This feels far better. He does not have to think much with Sonny. Sonny is a dumb bimbo and completely aware of it. He does not mind that others look down on him for being an unrepentant slut. He is easy in a way other things aren’t. Hazard does not have to wonder if Sonny is having any ulterior motifs because for that he would need to have more than a single thought a minute.
He’s indescribably hot.
“Yeah,” he’s gasping now. He’s digging his fingers into his own ass cheeks like he’s trying to spread them even wider for Hazard. His voice is muffled in the musty bedding in their little hideaway. The communicator keeps beeping furiously at them. “Yeah, yeah, please just… just fuck it in oh my God, please.”
So Hazard does. He’s a good guy and a good friend and holy shit Sonny is so tight and so hot inside. His muscles keep pulsing around him and pulling him deeper in.
He’s not really sure how the slut even does it but it’s as close to a religious experience as Hazard will ever get, he thinks. His mouth is open again, tongue lolling once more because he can’t help it.
Sonny whines high-pitched and distressed.
Hazard immediately stops trying to cram more dick inside him and glances up, body unsure if it should be mortified or still turned on.
Turns out that Sonny didn’t make the sound because he’s hurt but because he caught sight of Hazard in a little mirror on the floor next to the mattress they’re fucking on. He’s trying to grab for it but keeps just being a few inches short.
Hazard chuckles. “Aw hell mate; here, wait a sec- damn you’re so fuckin’ hot.”
He stretches himself across Sonny’s back, more of his cock pressing even deeper into him in the process. Hazard digs his teeth into his bottom lip, pleasure crawling along his nerve endings like fire.
It kind of feels like when he got hit with that substance that changed up his whole body chemistry. Just way better.
He almost throws the little mirror at Sonny and then gets himself back into position, bracing himself around Sonny’s hips for better leverage as he starts to pound it into him. He’s almost all the way inside anyway so…
Sonny is watching him in the mirror, but Hazard can see Sonny’s expressions as well and they’re insane. His mouth dropping open and his eyes rolling up into his head whenever he loses track of time and stops just obsessing over the sight of Hazard’s thick tongue lolling out or his massive pecs tensing with his thrusts.
Hazard glances down at his hole, fire crawling through his veins as he sees how brick red it already is, the muscle swollen obscenely around his dick fucking him dry. It looks even more like a mouth now; just filthy and suckling and trying to grip him and never let him go whenever he has to pull back so he can drill right back into the immense heat of Sonny’s body.
And then there’s his ass cheeks. They jiggle every time Hazard’s hips meet them. A thick, smacking sound accompanying the rebound that almost makes him a bit dizzy just staring at it. He’s never fucked someone with such a fat ass and he can practically feel how he doesn’t want to go back after this experience.
How is he supposed to get it up again if he knows what it’s like to fuck a thick idiot bimbo like Sonny?
He just wishes he could have him on his back too so he can knead his thick pecks and bite some kisses into his nipples until they were swollen and looking obscene as well… but that would mean he couldn’t look at his massive ass – and that’s such a conundrum, Hazard has trouble wrapping his own head around that.
It’s okay. The way Sonny gurgles, twitching underneath him and starting to milk him in pulsating waves that probably means he’s coming untouched on his dick like the well trained whore that he is – Hazard is certain that this won’t be a one time off thing anyway.
He gotta tap that ass now that he’s had a taste of it wrapped naked and dry around his beer can dick.
Every day of the week if possible.
The communicator keeps beeping so he jerks out an arm blindly and crushes it in his fist. He needs to focus on the bomb pussy on his dick and no job in the world can pull him off of Sonny right now.
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