McCree/Shimadacest – older McCree; younger Shimadabros; daddy kink; cockslut Hanzo; cockslut Genji – McCree is way too old for these two and their shenanigans.

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Hanzo is draped against McCree’s side, trying his best to distract him from Genji’s lewd, enthusiastic… *sounds* as he bounces his ass on daddy’s dick like one of those girls in the rap videos he likes to watch on his phone. It looks… obscene and dishonorable and gets a big, rough hand petting down his bowed spine for his trouble because daddy obviously likes what he’s seeing.

And Hanzo is jealous.

McCree knows that, of course. It is not difficult to notice when the usually taciturn young man suddenly is all over him, mouthing wet and sloppy at his neck just below his beard,sucks at his ear lobe and generally tries to nudge his way in front of McCree’s face to make him look at *him* instead of the obscene stretch of Genji’s wet, flushed little hole wrapped so nicely around his dick.

Keeping him nice and warm as he doesn’t have to do more than sit there and let the little bundle of energy work his magic on him.

“There, there, Sugartits,” McCree croons, other big hand coming up to pat Hanzo on the head like an especially cute puppy. “There’s enough t’ go around for the both of you, hm? No need to be pushy ‘bout it.”

Hanzo’s face darkens and after a second and Genji being especially loud and doing something with his inner muscles that makes McCree *grunt*, he pulls back and crosses his arms.

McCree chuckles, strangled and breathless, and Hanzo watches out of the corner of his eyes as he moves to get his knees beneath him. Genji scrabbles at the bedding as daddy suddenly curls across his back, pushing his cock in deeper, and Hanzo only looks out of the corner of his eyes, burning up with jealousy.

*He* wants to be the one hanging off of McCree’s fat, ruddy cock right now. *He* wants to be the one feeling the rough hair of his belly scratch across his back as he gets fucked slow and deep and intense because McCree fucks like an old truck with ignition problems.

What he *does* get is McCree laughing at him and reaching for his knee with one big hand.

“Christ. C’mere. You are ridiculous.”

Hanzo fights at that, but not enough to dislodge McCree. He *wants* to be caught, after all.

Daddy manhandles him around without pulling free from Genji’s warm, trembling insides, and soon Hanzo is on his knees next to his brother, biting at the bedding as McCree nudges thick rough fingers into him, wide hairy knuckles pushing his tender rim open wide.

It’s a bit uncoordinated at first – McCree seems to have to recall some long forgotten skill until he can make it work to simultaneously fuck Genji and finger Hanzo deep… but eventually he hits his stride and the brothers eye each other out of the corner of their eyes as they bump shoulders and mewl like kittens.

“There ya go,” McCree purrs above them. He spreads his fingers inside Hanzo, pressing into the slick, warm walls, and Hanzo cries out, back bowing as he shuffles his knees farther apart, pressing into Genji who grins at him and shoves back.

It’s easier and more difficult like this for McCree.

Hanzo no longer is a little needy bitch about wanting his dick, which is nice, but he’s not calculated in how much the brothers could be little bastards.

Genji, even when drooling from a fat cock spreading him open and rearranging his insides, is nothing but trouble, and Hanzo is a grateful victim because he can’t think of much past the immense stretch of his rim once McCree gives in and gives him what he wants.

Genji has a glint in his eye like he’s planning something mean, and McCree has to lean forward with a groan and grab at his hair to pull his head back and give him something else to focus on.

He’s too goddamn old for two young headstrong – and cockhungry – men like them but he’s also too greedy to let anybody else have at them.

At least they’re somewhat appeased with a cock in their guts, or, in Hanzo’s case, with anything that just stretches him nice.

McCree has had a few amusing toys – and just overall… things – inside him just to tide him over until he’s fucked Genji into some semblance of sleepiness.

Like this, they’re inordinately cute. When they stop fighting for one damn second and just purr and coo over getting fucked by *daddy*; drooling into the bedding like some seasoned whores as they wait for what Jesse gives them like good boys.

Anything as long as their needy rims are spread and their bellies filled.

“Daddy…” He looks over at Hanzo who has his face mostly hidden in his arms, just glancing at him with one glittering eye.

He grunts because there’s not enough air in his lungs to do anything else other than sound vaguely questioning while he dutifully pulls Genji’s hair and fucks into him. His fingers have become mostly still by now, but Hanzo does not need much once he’s in the right mindset. He’ll be happy with everything he gets.

“I want to be filled up, though…”

Jesse groans and lets his head fall forward against the back of Genji’s shoulder. It’s their usual argument; Hanzo and Genji whining for McCree’s cum in tandem, while he feels like his heart is going to break because how the fuck is he supposed to give them both what they want?

They’re going to kill him one day.

“Later, babydoll. Later,” he wheezes, trying to appease Hanzo, but deep down he knows, they’ll both be mewling for it in way too short a time.