“You eh… hehehe…. you’re sure you wanna play like this? I mean – you’re not gettin’ anything out of this, are ya? If you just turn around a little I could give you a hand…”

Hanzo makes a soft, impatient sound, slanting a knowing, flat gaze up at McCree. “I get plenty out of this. I wouldn’t have suggested it otherwise. And no – I need to concentrate. Now hush.”

Jesse bites his lip, fingers curling into the bedsheet, hips curling up into Hanzo’s slippery fist when he gives him a slow pump to keep his cock nice and hard.

“You need to concentrate?” he asks, voice climbing a little as he watches Hanzo lean over and inspect the carefully laid out instruments – steel rods of varying thickness spread out on a towel after a vigorous cleaning. “Hehe… I mean…”

Hanzo is sending him another look – this one almost murderous – and Jesse shuts up with a soft click of his teeth. He tries to keep calm but he can’t help the shimmying of his hips; trying to fuck up into Hanzo’s tight grip. He is stupidly excited about the feeling of the thin surgical glove Hanzo donned on the skin of his dick.

“Keep still,” Hanzo says sharply. He has picked out a rod – the thinnest of them all, slowly rolling it between thumb and forefinger. He looks from the thick, flushed cock in his fist up to Jesse’s face, his neatly trimmed beard not able to conceal the smirk. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself, after all.”

Jesse chokes on his tongue, hips standing still immediately. He laughs nervously again – breathless and a little shrill as he watches Hanzo lean forward, a look of intense concentration on his face as he brings up the thin steel rod.

It looks manageable. Not like he would even feel it, if he were being honest – but the easy comment gets stuck in his throat when the very tip lands on his glans, sliding through the lube there and then inching over towards the slit.

He holds his breath, shaggy chin on his chest, staring down at his cock firmly in Hanzo’s hand, keeping him perfectly still as Hanzo starts working, letting gravity do it’s thing, carefully letting it slide down.

Jesse’s breath hitches, fingers holding the sheets in a death grip. His belly wants to heave in heavy breaths but instead he just sucks it in farther and farther because he can’t pull his hips back from the strange intrusion. His ass is glued to the space, not able to move his hips as the small hole gets stretched around the smooth metal of the rod, urethra burning and feeling full-

“Oh damn… oh… oh shit… Hanzo, I-” he babbles, knees fluttering open and closed until Hanzo growls at him to stop it.

His cock feels full. He feels like he might have to take a piss. He stares at the rod sliding deeper into his dick and the pressure in his balls becomes unbearable. He gets panicky when he wonders what would happen if he had to come and the way was blocked.

He wanted to tell Hanzo to pull out, to jerk him off, that he was just about to shoot and, and, and he couldn’t….

-but nothing was getting out. He was breathing harsh and fast, watching Hanzo lean back and look fucking smug, liquid dark eyes flicking up to his face and back to his cock again and again, watching his reaction as he starts rolling the thin rod between his fingertips, then moves his wrist, pulling out the steel and pushing it back in.

“It’s all the way in, Jesse,” he comments with a low voice. “I’m fucking your cock with it.”

“Oh… oh God,” Jesse whispers, eyes burning as much as his cock, nose running. He feels stupidly vulnerable, and Hanzo looks so satisfied.

“You’re going to let me do this to you again, won’t you? Let me stuff rods into your cock…”

“Damn… yeah… yeah, ok… God.”