“Look. McCree.”

Jesse doesn’t know how he could ever not look. Hanzo’s back is arched to a degree that looks painful, mouth wide open in soundless lust.

He looked sleek like a cat in Roadhog’s lap, tight muscled belly rubbing slick with sweat against the generous, huge curve of the mercenary’s stomach whenever he jerked, hips gyrating.

“He doesn’t want to give my cock up, McCree.”

Mako’s voice was coming right out of a nightmare; deep and ethereal – it seemed to be smooth as silk and wheezing at the same time. It gave McCree the creeps, but it wasn’t enough to make him not want to fuck his fist – so who was the biggest freak here?

“Look at him go,” Mako purred, huge hands on Hanzo’s hips, fingers digging into the tight, small ass to pull the cheeks apart and give Jesse a better look of Hanzo’s hole – stretched and puffy around the fat cock spreading him open. Hanzo cried out a profanity at the new stretch, arms shooting up, hands scrabbling without purchase against the swell of Roadhog’s belly before he gave up with a rough sob and just held on as best he could – hugging the big man’s stomach.

“He’s working it,” Roadhog informed him – as if Jesse wasn’t able to see it. The way Hanzo’s rim tightened and relaxed, his body massaging the dick warming him up from the inside. “Doesn’t want to give it up. Glad to finally have a big dick destroying him.”

Jesse could feel his face flush with eager embarrassment, belly curling up into a tight fist of want. He was not badly endowed – but no match to Roadhog’s sheer girth.

Hanzo let himself sag forward as much as possible, forehead pressing high up against Mako’s belly just beneath his wide, muscled chest. He was shuddering all over, muscles in his back twitching for McCree’s viewing pleasure. He was soaked in sweat, and McCree dimly thought he’d never been as worked up when it was just the two of them.

He likes it. Watching Mako drag a huge hand along Hanzo’s back and tell him – not unkindly – “Little sluts need big cocks. I know… I know…”

Roadhog was only talking in short sentences, but they were sinuous – sliding right into McCree’s core and slotting into a spot he hadn’t known existed until he watched Hanzo’s eyes light up when seeing Mako’s dick. (Until he saw how Hanzo fucking cuddled with the meaty cock, rubbing his face against it and mouthing at the spongy tip until it was swelling for him and Mako was good to go.)

He was right, too – Hanzo looked loathe to lift up even an inch; preferring to just twist his hips, drag Roadhog’s cock along his needy walls and have himself stuffed to the brim.

Jesse wondered whether he had a bulge in his belly. He wondered whether next time Hanzo would turn around and let him watch from the front – how his face became slack with lust, chest heaving with gasped, little breaths.

“Watch and learn, McCree.”

McCree had never been good at that; not in his Deadlock days and not in his time at Blackwatch. But fuck him if he wasn’t turned on by Roadhog showing him how to fuck his archer silly.