Anonymous said: “You still take ficlet request? How about lactating Hanzo nursing McCree?“
Anonymous said: “mchanzo lac fuck ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)”
If Hanzo had cat ears, Jesse is quite sure they would have been flat against his head by now. He looked as stubborn as they came, nose wrinkled and head tilted as far back as possible as he stemmed himself against the pull of the thin leash, the little bell in front of his collar tingling faintly.
“You’re a recalcitrant little thing, aren’t’cha?” Jesse drawled, fist unrelenting as he curled his wrist further towards his body, tugging at the leash. Hanzo dug his fingers into the carpet, leaning even farther away, threatening to destroy his pretty leash and collar. They were both not made to withstand the bulk of a grown man stemming against them.
He loved being a kitty – but he hated being restrained in any way.
“Hanzo!” Jesse barked when he could see the dainty clasp starting to slowly warp with the strain. Hanzo, unfamiliar with the sharpness in the deep voice, halted and stopped straining, head turned to the side as he cautiously watched Jesse out of the corner of his eyes.
“C’mere now. Stop being silly.” Jesse pointed imperiously to the spot between his spread knees and Hanzo’s cheeks became blotchy with hectic red dots as he warred with himself – obviously wanting to come closer but also not wanting to look like he did it because Jesse told him so.
“You’re goddamn ridiculous,” McCree murmured, leaning forward and snatching the archer at the back of his neck in one fluid, fast motion that left him no chance of escape.
He dragged the vaguely struggling form closer until he was finally kneeling where he wanted him to be – nice and upright so Jesse didn’t have to lean down too much for what he had in mind.
Hanzo’s pecs looked plump with milk, the nipples large and dark and soft; enough to make the water shoot into McCree’s mouth.
“There’s a good kitty,” he rumbled, hand absentmindedly curling quick and perfunctory to sling the slack of leash around his knuckles. “Gimme your milk. That’s it.”
Hanzo kept almost comically still as McCree started nursing, his mouth open wide and tongue pressing against the soft, feverishly hot areolas. The archer hissed in pain, fingers digging sharp into McCree’s thighs just to share the unpleasant sensation.
In the end he became quite eager for the treatment, though; angling up to give Jesse a better reach, his sleek, pretty cock arched just as much as his back as he nursed the gunslinger.
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