yooo @hsmut there was talk about Hanzo loving the jizz so here a v little something.

McCree was still out of breath, chest heaving from their morning jog through the park. Fog crawled across the ground, and soon he would begin to shiver; there was no way he would escape the morning chill – not as sweaty as he was.

He couldn’t say that he minded too much, given the sight presented to him right now.

“So that’s why you wanted me so badly to come run with you,” he drawled, one hand reaching out for Hanzo’s jaw to scratch his fingers along the sharp line of his beard, the thumb of the other hooking into the waistband of his sweats.

“You wanna play out here in the open?” He cast a quick look around. They were behind a tree and some scrubby bushes, but to call it secluded would have been ridiculous.

Hanzo kept staring up at him in a kind of adoration that was going right to Jesse’s head. He wasn’t answering so much with words as he was with actions – his tongue flicking against the rough pad of Jesse’s thumb as soon as it slid close enough to reach.

McCree wondered if any of their team mates had even the slightest clue that Hanzo was, in fact, a huge slut.

“Damn,” he muttered, a nervous kind of energy tightening his belly in anticipation. “Never done shit like this before.” But never shall it be said Jesse McCree would let himself get outgunned by some kinky, nymphomaniac ninja. He still had some tricks up his sleeve.

“You want a piece of this?” he crooned, and pushed his hoodie up over his belly. Hanzo’s pupils blew wide, a little stream of haze puffing up as he blows out his breath. He manages to look annoyed and excited at the same time, even as he lets himself get slowly guided closer towards Jesse’s body.

“No… No I know what you really want. But you could indulge an old cowboy, couldn’t ya? Be a little sweet to me after you dragged me out here for your kinky outdoor shit…”

He trailed off, sighing as Hanzo nuzzled forward into his belly, cheek and nose rubbing against the crisp hair covering it; lips wet and warm and welcome as they kiss and suckle at his belly button.

“Damn,” Jesse sighed, free hand on the back of Hanzo’s head, idly playing with his little pony tail.

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He can’t withhold his cock for too long. Hanzo is needy and single minded, and their open surroundings seem to rile him up more than usual.

Soon Jesse has to restrain him; tell him in no uncertain terms to behave himself while he drags the swollen tip of his cock across Hanzo’s wet lips and smears spit and pre-cum against those sharp, royal looking cheek bones.

The waistband of his pants has been hooked just beneath his balls. He is steaming into the cold morning air, and he feels like a fucking king when he pulls Hanzo in and makes him rub his face against his sweaty balls. He nearly fucking comes into Hanzo’s inky dark hair when all he does is groan and nuzzle in even further; tonguing cheekily and as wet as possible at his nuts before Jesse pushes him away again.

Hanzo – for as testy and sarcastic as he can be – just lets him go at it. He is puffing out foggy breaths, mouth soft and open and welcoming him to dip even just the tip inside. He looks nearly drunk on lust and gets almost adorably excited when Jesse starts jerking off right in front of his face.

He strains against the tight grip on his hair, eyes flicking up to Jesse’s flushed, intent face, then back down to his cock staring at the way his foreskin hides the fat, swollen head again and again; getting it to emerge shiny wet just a second later.

“Soon. Fuck. Soon,” Jesse groans, eyebrows drawn together. For a moment he forgets where they are – barely, badly hidden behind a bit of greenery – and just watches as Hanzo opens his mouth wide in anticipation, tongue out and waiting, shoulders positively fucking vibrating with excitement.

Jesse McCree might be a lot, but he sure as hell was not cruel. How could he make Hanzo wait when he’s been so patient for his morning treat?

His chin is lying heavy on his breast, and he thinks dimly that he probably was drooling, but he couldn’t care enough – not when he can watch how Hanzo lets him jerk off onto his tongue; eyes heavy lidded and glazed, staring up at him in satisfaction.

He can’t help but wipe the last clinging drop against the whiskers of Hanzo’s mustache, a dopey grin on his face, staring at the mess he made of Hanzo – and not hearing the heavy footsteps behind them.