Mister Shimada thinks he’s pretty clever, Jesse supposes. Or, just as likely: he thinks McCree is an idiot.

He grins wryly, big hands curling around Shimada’s trim hips, holding on for the ride as the man slowly lifts himself up onto his knees. His cock emerges in a gratifying slow slide; wet and girthy, the swollen rim dragging along; clinging, suckling, clenching.

He’s not the first Mr. Shimada has approached – he has no illusions there. The whole thing is too practiced: the room carefully arranged and picked out to the prissy man’s exact standards. Jesse, who has no qualms about rickety beds with squeaking hinges (in fact, is quite partial to them, as they so boost his ego), doesn’t care either way.

He’s got his dick in a warm, pretty thing, and is lounging in a hotel room far above his pay grade to do so.

That Mr. Shimada is ignoring him is… annoying, but no deal breaker.

Mr. Shimada thinks Jesse is an idiot, after all, and the fact amuses Jesse to no end. Enough so to let the guy play.

In reality, Jesse knows exactly what’s up: has figured it out the moment the little whore had started groping his belly, hairy and with a good layer of fat, face twisted in what should look like disgust but actually seemed more desperately hungry. Like he hated himself for how much he loved how imperfect McCree is.

A suspicion that was only confirmed by how Mr. Shimada preened in front of the mirror; back ramrod straight, spine a sensual, sweat slick curve in front of Jesse’s admiring eyes. He’d brace himself with both hands just above Jesse’s knees, and make sure his biceps bracketed the generous swell of his tits.

He’d watch his own cock bounce in the reflection; pink and not entirely hard, but still oh-so-pretty as he fucked himself on Jesse’s cock.

Next to Shimada’s noble beauty, Jesse is a mutt; hairy and soft around the middle; chest not as firm as it used to be, beard too unkempt. 

He doesn’t much care, though, if it gets him Shimada’s tight body after long tedious meetings. Doesn’t care at all, in fact, if he doesn’t have to do anything; just lie there and let Shimada cuddle with his dick while he puffs on a cigar and enjoys life.

He’d not the idiot Shimada thinks him to be, but he’ll definitely not let him know.