cyberrat:

The whore is as eager in bed as he had looked down in the lobby. His dark eyes gleam as he catches sight of McCree’s cock, looking obscene and naked as it is just hanging out of his open jeans. Long and swollen and drooping under its own weight.

The whore slinks closer where he had been fiddling with the pillows on the bed, a slow flush creeping up on his regal cheek bones.

Down in the lobby where all the establishment’s employees had been waiting, this one had caught McCree’s eyes immediately; looking hungry for dick while trying not to seem like it.

The little tag hanging from his collar reads Hanzo and Jesse can’t help playing with it the moment he is close enough, the whore’s fingers going around his cock like he can’t help himself; like he has to feel the silky skin gliding through the loose tunnel of his fist.

This one loved his job – even though he seemed determined to scowl his way through it. Pouting at his own lewd greed.

Jesse smirks, tugs on the name tag, then lets go to scratch fingers through Hanzo’s beard.

“Why don’t you lie down, babydoll. Got somethin’ real nice planned.”

His eyes flick down, contemplating the generous swell of the whore’s tits; displayed proudly between the folds of his loose shirt.

Hanzo seems loath to let go of McCree’s cock. He carefully pinches the soft lip of his foreskin and tugs on it. He looks like he wants to protest, but then he inclines his chin and steps back.

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“Damn… your tits…”

Jesse huffs through his nose, chin on his collar bones, staring down at his own dick slipping through the oiled valley of Hanzo’s chest.

The little bottle is still clutched in McCree’s hand; the liquid warm and fragrant – and he is so very liberal with applying it. He can’t get enough of feeling the slick glide in the snug fold that Hanzo’s pecs create.

The whore has jewelry, too: pretty golden nipple rings that make his tits pout, connected by a dainty chain that is currently draped loosely across the back of Jesse’s cock.

Whenever he fucks forward far enough to dab the wet tip of his dick against Hanzo’s chin, the chain pulls tight against his hips and Hanzo’s mouth drops open, lips wet and dark red.

“Push ‘em together,” Jesse grunts, fingers of the hand not clutching the oil vial coming to one ring to tug. Hanzo makes a soft breathless sound at that; tries to twist away even as he brings up his hands, framing his pecs: pushing them together to deepen the valley that Jesse is fucking through.

The little name tag is bouncing against Hanzo’s throat.

“Oh that’s it,” Jesse murmurs, hips liquid and smooth as they roll, fucking and watching the plush tits; the way his nipples get dark red and swollen from the abuse. “You’re sensitive, aren’t you? What a gorgeous whore you are. Fuck, your tits are perfect. Could spend hours just playing with ya.”

Hanzo is staring up at him, tongue out, trying to lick at his cock whenever he comes close enough. He looks out of it; no longer able to keep up his aloof act.

This one loves getting fucked. He looks almost adoringly up at Jesse; moves his hands until his fingers are framing his swollen nipples; offering them up for Jesse to torture some more.

McCree grunts, leaning forward, one hand petting clumsily through Hanzo’s hair.

“Pretty little whore offering up her gorgeous tits. Gotta be the star of this house, hm? Are you Master’s little pet? Yeah… yeah I bet you are. Pretty slut…”