hey 😀 lil something for @kirinlust‘s ponyplay McHanzo ❤ Hanzo fucking Reinhardt will also come. just later lol

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“That’s it. Nice and easy. Push your ass back – just like that. Yeah.”

Jesse’s voice is low and a little indistinct. His chin is on his chest, watching as Hanzo carefully, slowly shoves backwards, body taut as he balances on the stumps of his legs, elbows fluttering at his side uncertainly whenever he starts to wobble a little.

Jesse could hear the soft creaking of the leather whenever Hanzo’s hands balled into tighter fists and tried to move against the bindings holding them snug against his shoulders.

There was no give to be had. The leather sleeves were tight and unyielding, adding to a feeling of claustrophobia. If Hanzo fell, he would probably hurt himself, and the trepidation was making his muscles clench up until he was shivering as he carefully jutted his ass out, searching for the cock he’s thirsting for.

“I gotcha, darlin’. You’re not gonna fall.” Jesse curls the thin reins once more around his fist and watches as Hanzo’s head starts tilting back with the pull. “Can ya feel my cock yet? Why don’t you look for it, babydoll?”

Hanzo huffs. Jesse can see a slow flush creep down the breadth of his back. He is embarrassed, yet still his plump ass starts to wriggle carefully back and down, looking for the thick cock lying against the crease of McCree’s thigh.

Jesse watches a couple moments, amused as Hanzo willingly debases himself for him, then finally has mercy and lets go of one muscular thigh to grip his dick and stand it up for the archer. He breathes with an open mouth, eyes zeroed in on Hanzo’s wet, pouty hole.

Hanzo makes a weird high-pitched gurgling sound when he finally feels the broad, blunt tip nudge against the pliant muscle, stretching him open just enough to give him a taste.

“Sit down, boy. Gotta get into the saddle before you can ride, eh?”

Hanzo tries to let his head fall forward, intent on hiding his embarrassed face against his chest, but the reins are unrelenting and Jesse’s bicep tenses as he tugs against the pull, tongue rolling against the roof of his mouth in an easy, reprimanding click.

“None of that. No pulling. You go as fast as I let ya.”

His eyes trail from the brick red of the back of Hanzo’s neck down to his cock, the head just about nudged into his pony. He lets go of his cock, large hand wandering back onto Hanzo’s thigh, stabilizing him some more as Hanzo carefully sits himself down.

His movement is slow and controlled. Jesse can watch how his muscles spread around his dick, hole pouting outwards, slick and buttery soft around the straining cock.

When he finally sits on McCree’s hip, the only thing to be heard is his soft huffing and the clinking of metal as Hanzo chews on his bit.

Jesse leans to the side, looking around his pony’s hip to take in the picture he made through the large mirror. 

Hanzo’s chest was pushed out, nipples puffy looking, pecs straining with his tense muscles. His tongue is working against the underside of the bit, the corners of his mouth pulled back with it, making him drool into his beard.

His eyes look almost feverish, yet he still is far too put together for Jesse’s tastes.

The cowboy grins, feet shuffling farther apart, planting them more firmly on the ground. Hanzo makes a choked sound as that forces his stumps apart as well, almost making him topple over if not for the wide palm on his thigh and the pull against his bridle.

“Gonna have fun now, babydoll,” he drawls. Hanzo’s head swivels around as if he’s startled. He tries to look at Jesse but the blinders prevent him from doing so. He can’t see the sharp grin on Jesse’s face.

.o.

Jesse’s jaw aches with the clench of his teeth. He grunts with the effort of another sharp thrust upwards that has Hanzo cry out and wriggle on top of him, bound arms jerking with the fear of falling until he can manage to settle himself back down.

At this point, the smallest things are threatening to unseat Hanzo. His back is bowed at a painful – and beautiful – looking angle, his elbows helplessly jerking whenever he bounces on Jesse’s cock, plush ass pressed against the heaving swell of the cowboy’s belly.

His strong, amputated legs are clamped around Jesse’s thighs, yet all that is holding him is McCree’s rough grip on his leg and the unyielding pull of the reins, forcing his head back and keeping him upright as Jesse fucked him from below in powerful, rattling thrusts that had Hanzo’s teeth clack loudly onto the bit and Jesse blink sweat from his eyes.

His chest is heaving, hips feeling hot and achy from the exertion of fucking up into the never satisfied clutch of Hanzo’s body. His hole was as greedy as it had been from the start; soft and suckling, cushioning Jesse’s cock and rippling sweetly along the length every now and then, keeping Jesse at bay as much as he was literally reining the archer in.

As he pulls in heaving gasps of air, Hanzo becomes restless on top. Cheeky. He grinds down and bounces impatiently, trying to goad him into fucking him some more and making him take the thick girth of his cock.

“Hey now,” he rumbles, fingers curling farther in and making the reins pull tighter just to watch Hanzo’s thick neck strain as he stems against the force so he wouldn’t topple backwards this time. “If ya wanna get dicked so badly, you should just work for it yerself.”

There’s a startled silence that makes Jesse grin as he settles himself more comfortably. “Yeah. I think I got this all wrong. I think I spoiled ya a tad too much. Ye’re my sweet pony, after all. You are supposed to work. So…” He rolls his tongue again, clicking encouragingly as he pinches Hanzo’s thigh. “Work, pony.”

He can see Hanzo’s reflection in the mirror – the high blush on his cheeks looking like it would taste delicious – his dark eyes staring at Jesse’s knees, eyebrows drawn together. He looks like he’s contemplating his options and Jesse wonders what options Hanzo even thinks he has.

It doesn’t take long until he finally caves, his sheer need for dick far outweighing the laziness Jesse had fucked into him the past half hour.

He is moving slow and clumsy, his little bound arms wiggling as he moves, the large muscles beneath Jesse’s gripping hand shivering when his thighs work and push him up.

Oh yeah. That was far better. Like this, he could lie back and enjoy the ride, watching how the girth of his cock was smoothly taken in and welcomed in the warm body again and again.

“Faster,” he commands and clicks again with his tongue – but Hanzo whines, high and almost simpering; looking for pity as he makes his body slump a little. Jesse is delighted with this new stubbornness; how the princely attitude doesn’t leave the archer even when he’s playing at being a pony.

Jesse looks around for something suitable within reach, but in the end he hadn’t thought that far ahead and needs to use his hand as a makeshift riding crop, slapping Hanzo’s ass once and sharp. “Faster!” he demands again, voice a bark, yet his amusement still thick.

“AH!” Hanzo cries out, whole body jerking in a funny little bunny hop, ass clenching down hard enough to make Jesse grit his teeth.

“Come now! Don’t be lazy, babydoll.”

Another sharp slap finally does the trick: Hanzo starts moving, plush ass bouncing in hypnotizing jiggles as he grinds down and lifts up minimally, fucking himself on just an inch of Jesse’s cock because the poor dear was so exhausted from lying back and taking it – though Jesse wasn’t mean enough to point that out to him.

“Jethe… Jethe,” he lisps, barely able to get anything past the bit pressing down against the back of his tongue. When McCree rolls his head to gaze into the mirror, Hanzo’s short, slim cock is standing at perfect attention, bouncing between his short thighs and oozing pre-cum everywhere. He is making a mess everywhere and Jesse gets hot and bothered just thinking about making him lick it up later; crawling on his bound extremities and debasing himself further for his amusement.

“Jethe, pleathe,” he whines, and Jesse slaps his ass again, bicep bunching as he pulls on the reins sharply, making Hanzo scramble for purchase once more.

His eyes are open wide as he gets pulled back onto Jesse’s cock, made to take all of it, body shivering and poised at the very edges of orgasm. As Jesse watches his face he slaps him again, just to see how Hanzo’s tongue starts lolling out, drool slipping messily into his beard.

“Ya want a treat, babydoll?” Jesse purrs, cock flexing within the silky, tight confines of Hanzo’s body. “Yeah, ya want a treat. Keep at it, hun. Keep fucking yourself on this big, tasty cock and it might just reward ya with a nice load. Get your belly full ‘n warm. Ya want that, right?”

And Hanzo – sweet, sweet Hanzo – whinnies for him as he tries to force his burning muscles into working for that special treat.