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He hadn’t shut up the whole day, he knew that. He knew that Roadhog was getting a bit miffed with him too about it, but that was part of the fun, eh? To push his buttons ‘til he burst? It was fun getting the big guy riled up sometimes. To be honest, some days Junkrat did it on purpose. He loved for Hoggie to use him, to take out all of his pent up anger on him.
“An’ so, I said-” Junk started, bouncing along on their walk towards the next safe-house.
“Shut up.” Roadhog sounded pissed off, his voice low, but he kept walking.
“Aw, Hoggie, yer no fun when ya get grumpy,” Junkrat teased, grinning wildly. He was getting somewhere.
“I know what you’re doing,” Roadhog continued, his fists clenching.
“Eh? Have no idea what you mean, ol’ buddy ol’ pal. Just 2 buddies on a stroll, tellin’ stories.”
The larger man growled under his breath, the eyes on his mask fogging up with the hot air. “You always do this.”
“Do whaaaaaat?” Junkrat poked his shoulder, and that’s when Roadhog stopped abruptly and grabbed him by the throat.
Oh, fuck yeah, screamed the little voice in Junkrat’s head shrilly. This was it, this was what he’d wanted. His body set into panic, his hands clutching at Roadhog’s much larger one that was wrapped around his neck. It wasn’t too terribly tight, not enough for him to cough, but enough that he couldn’t breathe.
“Oi-” He tried to make a sound, but it just wouldn’t come out.
“You could just use your damn words,” Hog breathed, his jaw clenching. “Don’t gotta piss me off every time you want a fuck. Dumb rat,” he let go of Junkrat with a scoff, much to the smaller man’s dismay.
“Be less fun though, wouldn’t it?” Junkrat sneered after several gulping breaths, rubbing at his neck with a red face. “Your fault, honestly. You make it so easy to get under your skin. Just a couple words here, a couple jabs there…” He emphasized his point by digging his fingers into Roadhog’s arm harshly. Maybe that would…
Roadhog grabbed his wrist in a vice grip.
“There he is,” Junkrat smirked. Roadhog huffed. Junk could practically feel the rage rolling off of his body. “Gonna just stand there, fatty, or ya gonna do somethi- mph!”
He was cut off by Roadhog’s fat fingers being shoved into his mouth, tasting of dirt and sweat and blood.
“Told ya to shut up, didn’t I?” Roadhog breathed, letting go of Junk’s wrist. He shoved his fingers back enough to make him gag, then pulled them out, covered in spit.
“This ain’t nothi- urk-” Hog’s other hand, not slippery with spit, closed around his throat. He coughed at the pressure, trying desperately to bring in air, but to no avail. Trembling, he whined as his feet left the ground and Roadhog lifted him to eye level.
The sun reflected off of Roadhog’s mask. Junkrat couldn’t see the other’s eyes at all as a result, so he couldn’t tell just how mad his companion was. He knew it had to be pretty high up there though, based on the grip on his throat right now.
He was dropped, his vision growing spotty. He managed to land on his feet, stumbling and wavering slightly as he did so and heaving for oxygen. Blinking back the spots, he looked up at Roadhog to find the older man pointing down on the ground.
Junkrat fell to his knees shakily, obediently (for now), and offered a mildly apologetic crack of a smile.
“No talk now, huh? ‘Cause you’re getting what you wanted, that it?” Roadhog seethed, pulling his hardening cock out in front of Junkrat’s face.
Junk opened his mouth and sucked him down with enthusiasm. He whimpered, Hoggie’s big hands tangling in his rat’s nest of hair and forcing him to take it to the root. Tears sprung to his eyes as he choked, spit dripping from his mouth as his mouth was fucked.
“‘S more like it,” breathed Roadhog. “All that mouth is good for, anyway…”
He grunted, sweat beading on his brow as he glared up at the hot sun. He wished he didn’t give in so easily to Junkrat’s antics, but damn did the brat know how to rile him up.
Roadhog pushed Junkrat’s head off of him aggressively, the string of spit connecting mouth to cock snapping at the force. Junkrat was left scrambling to regain balance and stay kneeling.
Junkrat palmed at his cock shamelessly as he returned to his kneeling position, a lazy grin on his face and an eyebrow raised.
“What next, big guy?” When he spoke, his voice was slightly more hoarse than usual. “Gonna fuck me? Or ya too soft, hmm?”
“Hate you,” Roadhog snarled. He grabbed a handful of hair and yanked Junkrat downwards, bringing him to the grassier part of the ground they’d been walking on. He went down to his knees, pinning Junk’s wrists to the ground beside him.
“Sure ya do,” taunted Junkrat.
Roadhog narrowed his eyes- not that Junkrat could tell. He chuckled low in his throat, dangerously as he pulled the smaller man’s pants off abruptly.
“Dumb fucking rat,” he sneered under his breath, hiking Junk’s legs onto his shoulders and lifting his mask briefly to spit downwards, down onto Junk’s rosy hole as it fluttered before him.
“Heheh, you like it, dontcha~” Junkrat breathed. “Oooo, yeah..” He let out an obnoxious moan as Roadhog shoved his fat cock in with no more build-up and settled into a crushing pace. “That’s more like it, eh Hoggie? Faster, f-faster-”
Roadhog shoved his fingers down his throat again just to shut the overly eager, annoying man up. He let out a string of grunts as he sought his pleasure, hooking Junk’s jaw open and watching the younger drool all over his thick fingers. Junkrat’s eyes rolled back in pleasure, his fingers grasping at the grass and pulling chunks out of the poor earth.
Drops of sweat dripped down Roadhog’s chest, splattering onto Junk’s body, and he shuddered in gratification as his loins burned and his cock flexed. He could feel the way that Junk’s hole was eating him up and clenching around him, every thrust caused the rat’s whole body to move. He hunched over Junkrat’s body and left the other man shaking in the shadow of his large body.
There was a flash of fear in Junk’s eyes, but it was gone with excitement as fast as it had appeared. Roadhog had wrapped his hand around Junk’s throat again, pressing down hard and causing Junk’s face to go blue. Anything to make him shut up, anything to make him stop talking.
Junk’s hands were scrabbling at his arm now, but his cock was jerking, flexing before spurting hot come between their bodies. The friction of Roadhog’s belly against Junk’s body caused it to smear everywhere.
Hog felt how Junkrat was sagging beneath his grasp, his hands growing weaker, his body jerking in overstimulation instead of just pleasure now, but he was too angry to care. He was close, so close…
He relinquished his grip on Junk’s throat, barely registering how he coughed and gulped at air, dragging angry nail marks down Roadhog’s chest. Too tired and stunned to speak now, too fucked out of his mind, all he could do was whimper and whine pathetically as Roadhog shoved in and stayed there, his cock pulsing and a warm sensation filling his used hole.
Roadhog was breathing heavily, rasping for air. He pulled out, watching as come leaked out of Junkrat’s clenching hole. Junk’s face had a dumb grin on it, and it would’ve pissed Hog off if he wasn’t so spent from taking out all his frustrations on the stupid younger man.
He grabbed Junk’s discarded trousers and wiped his brow, wiped the sweat from his chest, the come from his stomach and cleaned his dick with disregard to Junk’s clothing.
Junkrat frowned then, finally, and snatched the ruined piece of fabric back from Hog.
“Bitch,” he coughed.
Roadhog grunted in response, patting the side of Junk’s cheek before standing up and getting himself put back together. He spared Junkrat the biting words that reminded the younger of who started this in the first place.
There was only one person who could throw Roadhog into a certain kind of rage, and it was this scraggly man before him.