Your mchanzo drabble was hot as melting lava! But how about some breath play? Hanzo loving the feel of the metal hand on his throat while being fucked. Makes his vision blur and he starts to see stars in his eyes ;)

I’m so intrigued by the fandom’s love for breathplay! usually I’m not too interested in it, but I gotta say, Hanzo looks just gorgeous with a hand around his throat, I don’t even. I donnnn’ttttt evennnnnnn

Hanzo is groaning – not really in rhythm with McCree’s deep, nudging thrusts; just a constant, low sound as his hips are curled up onto Jesse’s lap, prosthetic calves gently bouncing in the air next to McCree’s shoulders.

He looks gorgeous with his arms up and against the head of the bed, keeping himself from getting fucked against the wall, and inadvertently giving McCree the best goddamn fucking view of his chest, bouncing with each of his abrupt, little thrusts. 

It’s hard to fuck as hard as he wants to when he’s kneeing and has the considerable weight of Hanzo’s lower body weighing him down, but he can’t dispute how good it feels like that; how he’s so deep, it feels like he’s able to basically crawl inside Hanzo at this rate.

It’s without his own accord that his metal arm starts to wander – from a loving squeeze to Hanzo’s thickly muscled thigh it slides up and up, giving the bouncing pecs a searching grope that has Hanzo grin before the smug expression slackens once again, another groan dragged out of his chest by the slow, insistent motion of McCree’s cock.

He likes the sounds Hanzo makes during sex. Loves them, even.

It’s just… it’s just that he also loves them when they’re choked and gasping. When Hanzo’s face goes a little red from the oxygen restriction like it was doing now, drool slicking from the corner of his mouth as he stares up at Jesse with glassy, dark eyes.

He’s swallowing – Jesse can see his Adam’s apple bobbing right next to his digging metal thumb – but he’s sure he’s doing it just to feel the restriction even more.

His breath comes labored and wheezing, liquid eyes becoming even wetter when he involuntarily tears up and cries a few lonely tears that soak into the greying hair at his temples.

His cock is dark and angry looking when McCree can drag his eyes away from Hanzo’s face for just a second. He feels light headed – as if he were the one getting choked.

He still can’t believe Hanzo is letting him do this to him; is actively seeking it out sometimes – dragging McCree’s prosthetic arm towards his throat with a needy look in his eyes that he would never be able to argue with.

“Gonna kill me someday,” he growls and rocks into him once more.