milkcree:

please consider: hanzo + spreader bar

please consider: my feelings

Hanzo’s head hangs low between his arms, sweat and tears of hopeless overstimulation dripping off the tip of his nose. Jesse tilts his head, watching the exhausted shivering of muscles, and slides his hand big and warm along the slope of the archer’s back.

“One more?” he murmurs right against the shell of Hanzo’s ear, fingers sliding into the slick crack of his ass. He rounds the twitching, little muscle, feeling how hot it is to the touch, then dips two fingers easily inside.

Hanzo groans, knees shifting restlessly against the ground. There’s a dull clinking when he involuntarily tests the range of his restriction. The bar has no give to it, forcing his thighs apart – and him to present his ass to McCree’s gentle fingering.

“One more, babydoll?” McCree drawls, fingers sliding in deeper; the rough pads dragging against Hanzo’s hot, silky insides. “I bet you can give me one more…”

Hanzo makes a choked, inelegant noise and helplessly bites the edge of the mattress right in front of him, eyes wide and helpless; knees shuffling and coming up against the unrelenting bar spreading them apart again and again.

He sobs, eyes clenching shut and hips hunching down when Jesse presses against his prostate – and then jerks when he does it again; abs clenching and body protesting against the overwhelming sensations cresting in him.

“You’ll be so exhausted… when Jack comes, he’ll be able to slide right in and use you. Don’t need to worry about a thing. Just let him mount you right where you are – your little friend’ll make sure you’ll be nice and open for it.”

His metal hand taps idly against the bar between Hanzo’s knees, making it clang softly. Hanzo’s shoulders shake, cock eagerly spitting out a little more cum.

He loved feeling helpless and not having a choice.