McCree has instigated this whole thing – of course he has; but Shimada is playing just as enthusiastically, having taken off his mask to get his warm little mouth all over Gabriel’s ass.

He can’t believe the things they are doing to him. His knees are shivering, toes curling against the warm, damp floor of the showers when Shimada spreads his cheeks with both hands and gives his hole one long, delirious lick that has Gabriel jerking up, ears pounding with blood.

McCree’s broad hand between his shoulder blades presses him down firm but gentle.

“Easy, boss,” he drawls, and Gabriel clenches his eyes shut, presses one hand across his mouth to keep the pathetic whine down. When he thinks he has himself back under control he murmurs with a barely shaking voice: “You are depraved. Both of you.”

Shimada hums and dips farther down. Gabriel can feel his nose pressing in behind his balls, face snuggling close enough that he begins to nervously dance on the balls of his feet, thighs spreading, face feeling on fire as he clenches his eyes shut and hears Shimada take a deep breath, air puffing warm across his sac.

“You’re so shivery,” McCree drawls, his hand big and warm and gentle as it rubs down his back. “Almost think you’ve never done this before. You’re presenting your ass an awful lot for a nervous little virgin though.”

Gabriel bites his lips. He wants to say something, but he doesn’t know what. he’s not usually grasping for words but he’s also usually not getting his balls licked slow and reverent while another pair of hands spreads his ass again, baring his sensitive hole to McCree’s gaze.

“Ahh damn,” he sighs. It sounds like a prayer, and when Gabriel glances back over his shoulder he can just see him crouch down before he feels his face pressing between his cheeks, beard scratching and mouth pressing a suckling kiss right on the twitching muscle.

Gabriel wants his beanie from the pile of clothes on the other side of the room to hide his face in. He thinks about how his two proteges are crouching behind him – Genji more snuggled beneath him at this point, suckling at his foreskin and rolling his balls across his palm – and feels his chest spasm.

“Love your fat ass, boss” McCree groans against him. He sounds fucking delirious and Gabriel can’t believe the shit they’re doing to him.