doesn’t mind if someone wants to bury their face in his pits and just sniff :’ ) in fact, he probs encourages it
Okay but imagine that McCree keeps his bedroom door open at night. He was on the run for so many years after Overwatch, he invites anyone on-base who wants some cuddles (sexual or nonsexual) to come curl up with him. He sleeps in the nude of course, it’s easier to just let his balls hang free and underwear chokes his cock.
DVa comes to cuddle on nights where her streams end early. She’s so used to having people there to give her verbal affection, she loves that she can curl up with McCree and be wrapped up in his warmth, the heat of his cock and balls against her back.
Genji never used to cuddle when he was in Blackwatch. But since recall, he slips into McCree’s room some nights when he’s overwhelmed with loneliness and is surprised how easily McCree wraps his big hot body around Genji’s cybernetics. He also loves the familiar feel of a man’s length against his belly, the thick musk of sweat and cigars. It’s one of the only times he sleeps peacefully…
More than once, McCree is called in to take Angela out of the medbay when she’s in the midst of a 40 hour shift. He picks the good doctor up and throws her over his shoulder, carries her to his bed and she falls asleep tucked up against that warm body.
Soldier, missing Gabriel so deeply, hasn’t slept well since Zurich. He can still remember his lover’s heat, the cadence of his heartbeat. He refuses to go to Jesse’s room, he still sees Jesse as the kid that Gabriel dragged home like a new puppy. But Soldier falls asleep on the couch some nights, his back to the TV, twitching from his nightmares. Jesse slips up behind the man, wraps himself around Soldier’s body and warms up the man’s broken heart, even if only for a moment.
Hanzo was a tough sell. But after a few months the archer got a little too drunk one night, stumbled into McCree’s room and threw himself at the man. He didn’t want sex, but he contented himself with burying his face in McCree’s balls and pubes, repressed for so many years from his desires. He just loves the scent of man. He falls asleep draped over Jesse’s chest, and stays the next morning to nurse the hangover.
Jesse found himself scared for his life one morning. He woke to a familiar, though dark, figure curled up against his side. Reaper didn’t need to sleep, but his body always felt cold. He missed the warmth of Jack’s body, but knew the man would never accept him back. Somewhere along the line he’d heard about Jesse’s open door policy, came without his weapons or his claws, and lay there until late in the morning when he faded into smoke and slithered out of the base.
And sometimes, Jesse wakes up with several bodies against his own. He doesn’t mind, though…he might have to ask Winston for a bigger bed…
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I love all these additions very much.
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