wait what? AU? I.. thought that was canon?
I’m… so disillusioned rn. holy shit, Nonnie. Ho-ly shit.
“Genji… Genji – wait.”
McCree wondered what he was doing, keeping Genji from mounting him and rutting him into oblivion. The cyborg was lithe and catlike above him, faceplate up and steam hissing from various joints; panting wet and warm against McCree’s throat.
“What?” His voice sounded strange when it wasn’t enhanced from within the suit; hoarse and scratchy; totally at odds with the bright, alert eyes looking up at Jesse.
He swallows – then swallows again because his throat is parched and he is sweating bullets. Genji’s body was like a furnace above him, pressing down and keeping him pinned. All warm, smooth metal with bright neon green lights.
“I don’t … uh… how we gon’ do this, partner?” He is staring at Genji’s mouth like it is everything. It kinda.. was everything. The only soft, wet part on his body. The only human part. Jesse had been fantasizing about it more often than he likes to admit.
Genji blinks at him, the feverish haze clearing a little from his damn pretty eyes. McCree could kick himself.
“What?”
“I mean, do y’ wanna…”
He can’t finish his bumbling thoughts before Genji snorts. Grins. It looks wicked – eyes sly as he scratches Jesse beneath his chin like he’s a well behaved dog. He is only mildly embarrassed that it works – sending eager shivers down his back.
“Don’t worry about that. Look.”
And he does look – eyes drawn down to the junction of the cyborg’s thighs by soft, smooth whirring coming from within the synthetic body.
He stares, mouth falling open, as the protective plate covering Genji’s crotch suddenly slides to the side, retreating into discreetly opening panels that quickly close up again. It leaves Genji with a smooth, pretty pubic mound that has three neon green arrows – like the worlds most flashy pubic hair – pointing down towards…
McCree had to blink and tilt his head; needed to focus in the dark to make out velvety looking ink black labia. He let out a long breath like a wheeze, eyes going almost painfully large as he reaches out, hesitates, then touches. The material felt soft and squishy beneath his careful fingertips. Genji softly moaned above him, hips tilting forward in invitation.
McCree took it gladly – carefully spreading the worlds prettiest little puss, and staring in bemused arousal at the thick, neon green juice starting to drip from Genji’s opening.
“Damn flashy.”
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