Hanzo needed to be in a special mood to tolerate McCree’s weirder shit – lucky for him that Hanzo was a huge slut and very easy to be put in those special moods.
“Stay down now, darlin’,” he crooned, big foot pressing down onto Hanzo’s cock, watching the man’s face go slack, mouth soft and open as he nodded eagerly.
He reached for McCree’s hairy ankle, curling his hands around it – just to hold on as he got his cock gently crushed beneath his toes and the warm sole of his foot.
“Freak,” McCree rumbled indulgently, tongue rolling his cigar from one corner of his mouth to the other as he reached for Hanzo’s hair tie and pulled it off none too gently. Hanzo made a choked off sound of lust at the feeling of getting his hair pulled, dark liquid eyes becoming positively black with pupil when McCree reached into the tangle of his hair and took a generous hand full, pulling him forward.
“Yeah. You like that alright. Such a slut… Aahh no. Keep your mouth closed. That’s it. I know that’s hard for ya. You love my cock dont’cha?”
Hanzo was staring up at him with an expression of dumb, animal adoration as McCree rubbed his cock along his chin, smearing pre-cum into his goatee and across his lips. He could see the slim nostrils flaring and grinned, rudely dragging his cock along Hanzo’s mustache, letting him smell it.
Hanzo’s eyes fluttered shut, mouth dropping open after all. He tried to tilt his head into it – offering his cheeks up for rude slaps of McCree’s cock, cheeks flushing with eager humiliation over the treatment.
“You look so happy,” McCree murmured, eyes heavy lidded, fingers carding with rough affection through Hanzo’s hair. “I bet you would be thankful for anything I gave you, hm?”
Hanzo nodded, a low, gurgling groan coming from the back of his throat. He was trying to snuggle as much with McCree’s cock as he was trying to make him pull his hair – which gave him an idea in and off itself.
He grinned, toes curling against Hanzo’s trapped cock. He bit the tip of his tongue as he pulled him even closer, mashing Hanzo’s pretty yakuza prince face into the humid heat of his crotch, shoving his cock into the inky, thick hair and helping along to cover it with a fist full of the tangled mess.
He doubted Hanzo even realized what he was doing – he was too busy mouthing at his balls and trying to suck them into his mouth, getting everything messy with drool.
Oh but he would notice later when the slutty haze would lift – how sticky his hair had become from Jesse rudely fucking a fist full of it, jerking off into the dark strands and unloading his full balls in them.
A pity Hanzo couldn’t appreciate how he wiped the last few drops into the grey whiskers at his temples.
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