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Roadhog snorted behind his mask, “Close enough,” he rumbled.

“Yeah, well, that shit is...” Junkrat whistled, “fuck mate.  They ain’t never have that stuff back home in Junkertown, but I always wanted ta root someone dressed up all fancy-like.  Don’t wanna strip it off, jus’ wanna push it aside and-” Junkrat groaned and mimed thrusting forward, cackling breathlessly as just the thought made him horny.

“Knock it off before you blow your load in your shorts,” Roadhog growled.

Junkrat giggled, squirming a little as he dropped back onto his chair, “Ya’d like that, ya pervert.  Ya fat cunt, ya’d love ta see me wet meself, eh?”

“Shut. Up.” Roadhog snarled.

And that was the end of that.

Or so Junkrat thought.

Two months later they were bursting into a hotel room far fancier than they were.  Not that that bar was very high, an abandoned fridge in a muddy ditch was fancier than they were, but this place had a massive king-size bed, some kind of huge tub, big ol’ TV, and a pure white carpet that was already turning grey the more Junkrat drug his filthy old boot around on it.

“Holy dooley!” Junkrat crowed, throwing himself on the bed with a bounce and a cackle, “can’t wait ta wreck this place!”

Roadhog grunted, he had his back to Junkrat, digging through one of his saddle bags.  He pulled something out, hidden in one big fist, and wandered into the big bathroom, shutting the door with a snap.  While Roadhog did whatever the hell he was doing, Junkrat played around with the TV remote, getting it turned on and set to a local news station to see if their latest heist was being reported on yet.

They had their own special! Junkrat screeched with delight, “Hoggy! Hog! Oy! We’re on the telly!  Look!  Finish yer shit an’ get out here!”  Junkrat sat up on his knees, biting his lip as he tried to smother down a truly manic smile to see his and Hog’s faces on the screen, a list of all their crimes following.  There was chase footage he hadn’t seen yet too, Hog handling his bike like a goddamn master.  Junkrat made an impatient sound, Hog should be seeing this!

Just as Junkrat stood up to go over there and pound on that damn door, Roadhog stepped out and Rat’s leg gave out and sent him crashing to the floor, back against the mattress as he swore at the sight.  Roadie, his Roadie, was wearing some of that lawngeray that he loved so goddamn much.  Stockings up his thighs held on with a garters attached to panties that were so sheer that Junkrat could see his bulging cock carefully folded into them.  Shit, second Hoggy got had he was going to tear them apart.

Then he had his perfect tits pulled into some kind of sheer bra.  Or somethin’.  Junkrat didn’t even have the words to describe what he was seeing, he just knew that his motor was running at full speed and he couldn’t seem to catch his breath.

“Get off your ass, Rat,” Roadhog growled, and even wearing that fancy, frilly get-up, he still exuded the air of a man who could, and would, snap your neck.  Junkrat was so hard there was already a tent in his shorts by the time he scrambled back up.

“Look at ya, mate,” Junkrat breathed, wiping some gathering drool off his chin, “Fuck ya gorgeous cunt, ya tryna kill me?”  In all his wildest dreams he’d never imagined his little fantasies could be real, yet here they were embodied in Roadhog who was still wearing his mask, because of course he was.  Junkrat liked it though.  “Turn around,” said Junkrat eagerly, twirling his finger as he grinned widely.

Roadhog turned and Junkrat got an eyeful of his ass, hardly contained by the panties, the garters squeezing around his thick thighs in a way that made Rat want to grab and squeeze them.  He darted forward and slipped his finger under the band of one garter to pull it and snap it with a satisfying  SLAP against Hog’s skin.

“Fuck,” Roadhog grunted.

Junkrat tittered and slapped Roadhog hard on the ass, enjoying the way he grunted and rocked onto his toes.  “Oh fuck yeah, Hoggy, ya know I’m gonna fuck the shit outta ya... how about ya bend over fer me.”

Roadhog snarled at him from over his shoulder and Junkrat giggled, “Uh, please?”

That was the magic word that got Roadhog to lay over the edge of the mattress, his feet spread on the carpet so his ass was up in the air.  Junkrat gave him a few more hard spanks, enjoying the sight of his ass jiggling in the panties, or the heavy bulge between his legs, straining the fabric to its limit.

When Junkrat finally got to push aside the panties and slide his cock into Roadhog’s ass, freshly stretched and lubed up, it was all his wildest dreams come true.  Junkrat rut into him like an animal, laying over his back, hands groping the fat at his sides and up to his tits, groping and squeezing and pinching his nipples through his little bra.

He wasn’t built to last, didn’t have the patience or the stamina, and Junkrat squealed as he came in only a few thrusts, spilling deep inside Hog’s ass, hips jerking gracelessly as he milked himself dry.  Before Junkrat could pull out, sweating and trembling, Roadhog reached back and forced him forward with a harsh grunt.  “Stay,” he growled.

“H-Hog,” Junkrat whimpered as Roadhog started to rock back against him, the big hand on Junkrat’s hip moving away.  He was so fucking sensitive!  It nearly hurt as Roadhog fucked himself on Junkrat’s softening cock, more than once he nearly slid out, but fear of disappointing Hoggy, who had dressed up all nice for him, kept Rat pushing it back in.

Finally Roadhog grunted and squeezed Rat’s cock, making him squeal and sink his nails into Hog’s back.  Junkrat pulled back at last, panting and gasping for breath, looking down at his poor abused prick.  “Cunt,” he groaned, flopping dramatically over the mattress beside Roadhog, who was still catching his breath.

“Wouldn’t happen... if you didn’t blow your load... so fast.”

“Mate...” Junkrat giggled weakly, “with ya in that outfit, yer lucky I didn’t blow it in me shorts the second I saw ya.”