The difference between sober Hanzo and drunk Hanzo did not lie within his love of cocks and getting stuffed to the brim – it lay within his expression of how much he actually needed to get filled.

He was uncoordinated when he was drunk like he was now – a little cross-eyed, endearingly so, and not quite able to grab at their dicks on the first try – but he was so very thankful for whatever they gave him; mumbling indistinct thank yous and arigatous even when Jesse was just teasingly slapping the fat head of his dick against Hanzo’s outstretched tongue, or when Genji was simply playing at stuffing him with cock: pressing close and insistent enough to almost push in, before letting it glance off and slip up, getting the top of Hanzo’s crack and the small of his back shiny with fluid.

His face is flushed dark from alcohol and lack of air, throat bulging with the cock Jesse had finally given him – fucked slowly and lovingly past the tight restriction of Hanzo’s throat, listening to him artlessly gag on the fat dick.

It’s wet and messy, his eyes tearing up, but when Jesse carefully inches back to let him breath, he tries fucking himself forward immediately.

Whenever they let go of him, he teeters on all fours, body seemingly indecisive where he wants to crawl first; whether he wants to kiss Jesse’s balls or lick at Genji’s fingers.

When he’s drunk, Hanzo is so delightfully clumsy.

“You’re so dishonorable, brother,” Genji coos, faceplate up, scarred face looking smug as he just has to lay a hand onto his brother’s back to get him to arch for him, hips angling up, the soft pout of his hole wet from Genji’s own excitement beckoning him closer. “Can’t hold your sake…”

He doesn’t fuck as doggedly as he used to – always wondering whether it would be the last time he got to feel his brother’s warm little snatch around his dick, clenching and greedy and so very hot; by now he knows that Hanzo will come back. That he craves this; craves his little brother fucking him easily – leisurely – with one hand on his hip and the other in the small of his own back, dicking him with little airy thrusts; fucking him as negligently as a frat boy would.

And Hanzo just goes wild for it, groans sloppily around McCree’s cock, drooling liberally; the flush of his intoxication making his body red and hot.