have aftercare mchanzo with wolf!McCree because ya’ll seem to like him so much lol (and because in my mind wolf!McCree is the tamest, sweetest little puppydog)
McCree was still whimpering when his cock stopped jerking and Hanzo carefully loosened the tight grip he’d had around his knot and the warm cloth he’d wrapped around it. His insides were feverishly hot, clenching and suckling on Hanzo’s fingers with sated, almost dreamlike slowness.
Hanzo gently kept fucking him on the four digits; rocking in and petting his tender, swollen knot at the same time while carefully watching the scruffy face and the sulfuric glow beneath heavy eyelids.
“Okay?” Hanzo asked, voice pitched low, hand switching from the oversensitive cock to McCree’s hairy thigh to rub against the strong, twitching muscles there.
McCree whined high and canine, body shivering once, then trying to squirm away from the gently rocking fingers. Hanzo hummed tunelessly and pulled out slow and careful, fingertips rubbing against the loose, relaxed muscle in farewell as he stood up from the bed and walked around to look at the man.
McCree looked serene in a way he never did outside of their little games. His mouth was bloody, one tip of a fang still peeking out from beneath his upper lip. When Hanzo started loosening the thick leather straps from around his wrists, he whined once more; pitiful and near-scared.
“Hush,” the archer murmured, helping him pull his arms down and draping them across the man’s hirsute belly, because McCree didn’t have the coordination to do so – and because Hanzo enjoyed caring for him when he was disoriented and out of it; seeking blindly for warmth and reassurance.
McCree never was more animal than when he let Hanzo take him apart; openly begging for affection.
Hanzo rubbed fingertips through the wild tangle of his unkempt beard, sitting down on the side of the mattress.
“For just a moment,” he warned with a voice pitched low, eying the drying mess on McCree’s abdomen. “I will need to wash you.”
McCree turned around, blindly nuzzling his face into Hanzo’s hip before placing a gentle, affectionate bite there. Hanzo sighed softly and petted his unwashed hair with rare tenderness.
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