They’re both looking down their bodies, watching where McCree is letting the flushed head of his cock kiss at D.Va’s labia. His chin is on his chest. He is huffing like a train – big, chuffing breaths, shaggy eyebrows drawn together in the utmost concentration.

He glances up at D.Va like a dog kicked as he carefully presses forward; lets the tip slide between her hairy labia, rubbing it through the sticky warmth he finds there while nervously watching her face. She looks calm – mildly interested in the proceedings as she twirls one strand of hair around her finger and idly chews her gum.

She looks like she doesn’t particularly mind one way or another. Actually, she looks like she’s thinking about her stream in just half an hour – only mildly entertained by McCree’s cock.

He whines; high and pathetic, big hand spasming on D.Va’s thigh, pushing it just a little farther to the side to make her lips spread farther; let him see the prize she’s been offering him today like an afterthought. 

“Do you want to fuck me before the stream?”

He thinks about her sitting in her chair playing her game, drinking her soda, screaming at other players all the while her little cunt is dripping is spunk and swollen from getting reamed.

He doesn’t need her to be particularly interested in it. He’ll go and pick up his shattered manliness when everything is said and done – when he finally finally had been allowed to sample the candy she’s been dangling in front of his nose for months now.

D.Va thinks he looks cute – big hirsute man with his tongue lolling out and his cock so swollen and flushed dark it had to hurt. She watches the unkempt tangle of his beard as it rubs against his chest; the feverish almost insane look in his gentle brown eyes as he stares down, hips shivery and coltish like a young man’s just from the prospect of getting to fuck her.

It’s just when he slots the fat head against her tender opening that she finally moves with a little sigh, the leg he isn’t holding in an ape-like grip coming up, her toes pushing into the soft pouch McCree has around his middle. She digs in deep until she hears him grunt softly, then stays like this. His body is thrumming; he is ready to burst and that makes her even more excited.

“I changed my mind,” she says easily – and for a second it looks like McCree is going to cry. His face falls, his cheeks shiver with the deep, rattling breath he takes, and his fingers dig into her thigh painfully.

She loves it. She can feel her cunt spasming almost painfully in acute lust, and from the grating sob wrenched out of McCree, she thinks he can feel it against the pounding head of his neglected cock.

“Come on. Take a step back.” She pushes harder, digs her big toe into the hairy dip of his belly button – and he lets her push him away. Obediently steps back from her and stands there like a scolded boy, big cock still in his big fist, looking so sad and denied, she has to reach down and pluck at her clit with almost frantic excitement. 

“You can come on my feet,” she tells him, breathlessly, eyes flitting along his body – watching this big man fold to her every whim. The parts of his face that aren’t covered with the tangle of his beard flush a humiliated red. His eyes shine like he’s about to cry – but he does step forward, the muscles in his biceps bunching as he starts jerking it, eyes feverish on her little snatch; watching her play with herself and easily dip fingers where he had been about to slip just a minute earlier.

She had been hot like a little oven. 

As he frantically jerks off onto the candy pink toes of her feet, he wonders if he’ll ever be allowed to actually fuck her. If he even wants to be allowed.

He thanks her politely afterwards for the privilege and gets a little jolt of arousal out of D.Va’s amused tittering.