Hanzo is easy for it when he’s starved for dick like he is now; he doesn’t need much – he’s on a constant knife’s edge, thrumming like an engine beneath Jesse and just waiting for an excuse to come quick and dirty.

Jesse is draped across his back, mouth dragging roughly against one exposed, hot ear. His cock is deep inside Hanzo; immovable but girthy, feeling how desperately the archer’s insides try to milk him.

His hands are sandwiched between two nice, plush pecs and the unforgiving steel of the headboard, but he doesn’t have it in him to tell Hanzo to move: he has been pressing his chest and cheek up to the unforgiving wall and steel, crawled up there in desperation as Jesse had started pressing inward, cock stretching him fiercely, and now he is just trapped there it seems; unable to make himself push away and into the cradle of McCree’s hips.

“That’s it,” Jesse mumbles, trying to move his fingers some more. The rough tips are dragging feather light across Hanzo’s pudgy areolas, dipping inside the little slits every now and then to kiss up to the hidden tips of his nipples.

Hanzo’s insides move in tandem; quivering and twitching with every soft touch, mouth open and eyes blank.

Tonight, Jesse will let him have his cock; it is just a test-run, after all; trying to make Hanzo come from nothing but his slutty tits. Soon, he will switch to fingers before trying the real deal.

The little whining sounds Hanzo produces already are a good indication that he will be more than happy to go along with the scheme – but Jesse will have to be gentle. Patient. Give his warm little hole a cock to hug and hold on to until his brain has learned that it doesn’t need to get fucked to get off.

Jesse is positive they will manage.