Hanzo stops and just watches, arms hanging loosely at his sides, fingers nearly losing their grip in his bow. His gaze skims across McCree, then once more – slower, more scrutinizing.
“What… are you wearing?” He wants it to sound sharp. An admonishment to McCree’s constant foolishness. Instead, he breathes it out on what sounds like a sigh. It sounds soft and choked like he has trouble breathing.
He does have trouble breathing.
“Oh… jus’ a stupid little thing I used to wear in my Blackwatch days. Was’ jus’ wonderin’ whether it still fits. Thought it might be nice beneath the armor.”
He is looking at the mirror and turning this and that way. Hanzo watches as he raises his big hands and lays them across his gut; takes the roll of fat in hand and jiggles it.
Hanzo feels a hot flash run through his body, throat going tight.
“You look ridiculous,” he says, eyes fixed on the way McCree pinches the chub at his sturdy hips. His belly feels hot thinking about how gratifyingly thick McCree feels in his arms when they fuck. Heavy. Pressing Hanzo down into whatever surface they were fucking on.
McCree just grins at him distractedly and then turns back to the inspection of his own body. His cock is a big, chubby bulge between his legs, gently bouncing with his every step.
“Are you not wearing underwear?!” Hanzo hisses. He can feel the tips of his ears start to burn.
“NNNnnnope, pardner.”
“You’re disgusting.”
Hanzo scowls when McCree only laughs. A happy, deep laugh that comes from his belly and makes it move beneath the tight spandex. It bounces; fat but not weak. It is spring steel – Hanzo knows it.
“Yeah. Whatever, babydoll.” He reaches down and grabs the bulge of his cock unashamedly through the thin material and hefts it’s weight in the palm of his hand. “Y’ can peel me out of it later if y’ wanna. I’m gonna put on my armor and go to the practice range for a couple hours.”
Hanzo’s scowl deepens in time with the fire in his belly. He makes a harsh, disgusted sound in the back of his throat.
“Americans.”
… Later, he is on time to help a sweaty McCree out of the tight body suit.
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