this short fic is relatively old, and stolen from my ao3, but i wanted to post something so i decided to just throw this out there!

Lúcio’s hands are pressed firm and flat to the wall, back bent to curve his spine beautifully into the steady grasp of cybernetic digits. Oh, how he got himself in this situation, he does not know.

It started as every other mission, the ordinary, the usual. Lúcio had heard of Genji, though never met him in person. Steam had hissed from the sliding door, Athena’s voice a loud overhead beckon to attack. Yet, all Lúcio’s wallriding skills were good for was locating Genji. The second they laid eyes upon each other, it had been settled, and the DJ was fully, entirely captivated. As was the looming ninja on the enemy team. Inseparable, in love. Lúcio didn’t even hesitate to let Genji grab him by the wrists and drag him off from the horrors of battle that continued to rage on behind them. In that moment, nothing mattered, nothing but the sweet caress of his hands and the lull of his accented voice.

Genji’s hips rock against his ass, and he trembles, breathes hard at the cybernetic cock that pushes slowly yet deeply inside of him, the cyborg glued to his back, securing him by the waist. Had it not been for those strong, nimble palms, Lúcio was sure he would have already collapsed. He’s slow and sweet, taking his time, drawing out shy cries from the quivering musician. Every delicate thrust of his hips elicits another moan, Lúcio’s thighs quaking against the steady rock of cybernetic enhancements.

“You feel so good,” a Japanese voice murmurs directly behind his ear, soft and sultry, “you’re taking me so well, Lúcio.”

Footsteps approach, fade, then increase in number. Genji groans, doubles his efforts, ramming his cock deep inside of the hole that takes him so eagerly. Slick pools from where their bodies interject, gradually forming a milky white puddle on the ground. Every time the cyborg pushes back into him, it happens with a lewd, wet sound, Lúcio tightening around him ever so slightly. The DJ curls a hand over his mouth, digs his trimmed fingernails into his skin, presses his palm to wet lips to muffle his ecstatic pleas. Despite his efforts, he is still incredibly loud.

“Shhh.” Genji coos in a guttural growl behind him, scarred lips finding the side of his neck in light, loving kisses. Kisses quickly turn to teeth and tongue, the cyber-ninja working effortlessly to mark him all whilst Lúcio does his best not to make a peep. The ruthless stretch of Genji’s pounding cock certainly isn’t helping, but he cannot find it in himself to complain.

“Genji..” He moans desperately into his palm, eyebrows knitting in a deep furrow over his soft, dark, round eyes. The knot in his stomach pulsates ever so threateningly- as does Genji’s girth between his walls. He grows louder, whiny and frantic, body rocking back against that of the cyborg. The voices that linger behind them slowly disappear altogether, and Genji heaves out a breath, forcing his hips hard against the small man beneath him.

“That was close..” He murmurs, tugging Lúcio impossibly closer by the waist. His thrusts grow erratic and sloppy, no longer caring to draw out the moment. All he wants is to fuck Lúcio to completion.

The vocal DJ notices, and grips the wall with his free hand, releasing the suffocating press over his lips with a loud, relieved moan. The second the presence of people fades, he picks up tremendously in volume, body rocking in fervor in time with Genji’s thrusts, crying and wailing in lewd moans and desperate whimpers. “Genji, I’m so close..”

Genji’s eyes lift, scan the side of his face, then inevitably light up. “You gonna cum for me, my sweet kaeru?” The nickname rolls off his tongue without so much as a second thought, and he moans, growling under his breath as he feels the way Lúcio clamps down on his cock.

“Yes, oh Genji- yes!” Lúcio pants, lips parted as he turns his head sideways to gaze back at Genji, who meets his longing eyes almost instantly. For but a fraction of a second, time seems to still around them, focusing on nothing but the passionate thrill of their bodies locking together in such a dangerous array. Genji finds he cannot hold on for much longer, either.

“Fuck, Lú.. In or out?”

“Please, please inside..”

The cyborg needs not another plea of encouragement. He grips onto Lúcio tight, fucks him so hard against the wall that he starts to press him against it, his body locked between the merciless thrusts of the cyborg and the bricks at his face. All it takes for the DJ is one calculated brush of Genji’s cock inside of him for him to break, the knot in his stomach tipping over to result in what had to be one of his strongest orgasms in a very long time. Stars momentarily dance in his vision as his eyes tip into the back of his skull, releasing all over the stretch of Genji’s cock with a loud cry of his name. Every part of him winces and quivers, and the sight alone is plenty for the cyborg. With Lúcio clamping down on his pulsating girth, he too reaches his end, burying himself to the hilt as ropes of thick cum paint the insides of Lúcio’s pussy.

Heat explodes in his stomach, and the musician mewls, slowly beginning to go slack in Genji’s grasp. He feels full, spent, and exhausted. Genji’s cock throbs lazily inside of him as he rides out his climax, and it takes all of the cyborg’s strength to keep him upright.