Tiiiny ficlet accompanying this gorgeous pic drawn by @kinasty after I asked for permission 😀 Virgin!McCree jerking it for Hanzo

“It doesn’t take much for you to get… excited, does it?” Hanzo asks almost conversationally, gaze fixed on McCree’s crotch. He doesn’t look put out – interested, rather – yet still McCree flushes and closes the lazy spread of his legs rather self-consciously. He was too aware of his cock; pounding and fattening up just from the sight of his teammate’s naked chest.

Hanzo looked handsome sitting on the other side of the room, methodically brushing out his hair with meditative tranquility. Jesse hadn’t even been aware that he was being noticed, lounging on the bed as he had been, quietly suffering through the burning, nervous arousal.

Hanzo’s dark eyes were inquisitive, face impassive as he stared at the gratifyingly large bulge. He was playing idly with his comb, and couldn’t deny a certain shiver of pleasure running through him when he noticed McCree’s single-minded attention. The man was dedicated, at least – even if he was looking mortified and ashamed as he did now, knees starting to move together to shield the lovely mound of his cock from view, only –

“Stop.”

Hanzo’s voice brook no argument and McCree stilled immediately. He swallowed – Hanzo could hear it across the room – and blew out a sharp breath. He tried to look like he wasn’t concerned of the proceedings and utterly failed.

“I don’t mind. In fact…” Hanzo turned minimally, fingers still idly playing with his comb – half because he needed his fingers occupied lest he curled them around McCree’s unfairly gorgeous cock, and half because it made his biceps move and McCree seemed to rather like the view; if his feverish gaze and parted lips were to be believed. “I think this might be an excellent opportunity.”

McCree blinks once, twice, and still his gaze remains hazy. His hips are moving a little – it was probably getting rather uncomfortable in his pants and Hanzo couldn’t bring himself to feel sorry. He licks his lips and clears his throat.

“O-opportunity? For…”

“An opportunity to train yourself. Obviously.”

“Obviously,” McCree repeats dumbly. His hands are curling into loose fists. He looks almost close to tears when Hanzo lifts his comb again and resumes his grooming – like he is helpless to his own animal desires; gaze taking in the movement of Hanzo’s pecs as he moves. He groans low in his throat.

“Yes. You should pleasure yourself for me. The more you get used to company, the longer you might…” he stops himself and slants a gaze over towards McCree. He looks flustered and unsure like a little boy. “… I would like to witness it,” Hanzo admits a little more gently. Coaxing – and is rewarded by McCree’s shuddering breath as he actually moves without further quarrell, fingers shaky as he opens his belt buckle, face half hidden behind the brim of his hat.

He’s spreading his legs and pulling his booted feet up unto Hanzo’s bed, and Hanzo can’t find it in himself to tell him off because McCree has pulled out his cock and it looks… good. Thick and long, and flushed just as dark as McCree’s embarrassed face.

His mouth runs dry at the sight. He remembers having his hands on it; getting ready to fuck his throat onto McCree’s fat cock, only for him to come way too fast, and…

“B-be gentle, darlin’,” Jesse says, voice wavering. He has got his fingers around the base, pushing his cock away from his shivering belly. He is holding it up for Hanzo’s viewing pleasure, Hanzo realizes with a small jolt.

He already looks so close already. Again. He can’t bring himself to be annoyed at it – not when McCree is peeking at him from beneath his hat, sweaty and riled up just from the sight of Hanzo naked to his waist, brushing out his hair.

“Go slow,” Hanzo tells him, voice pitched low, dark eyes taking in the sight of Jesse leaning back on his bed, biting his lips and trying so hard not to let his shivery hips jerk up coltish into his own, caressing fingers.

“I’ll be gentle with you, Jesse. Just go slow. You’re doing very well.”