“You’re so silly,” Genji coos, foot placed with careful force on McCree’s cock, pressing it into the softness of his hairy belly. McCree breathes out noisily through his nostrils, lips pressed into a tight line and head falling back as he rolls his sturdy hips up into the pressure, fucking that lovely, fat cock against the unyielding sole of the cyborg’s foot.

“You’re already so worked up. Just from a little bit of pussy?”

McCree’s tits jump as he jerks. They’re just chubby enough to have a lovely jiggle to them, big, hairy biceps tensing where he holds himself up on his elbows. He loves the way Genji’s heavy accent wraps itself around naughty words.

Genji smirks.

“Hey. Hey, look here.” He waits until McCree lifts his head again to reach down and hook fingers into the synthetic material shielding his cunt and pull it aside to show off the plush, synthetic lips – how already there was glowing green sticky wetness smeared across them. He was just as easy as McCree, but they enjoyed it differently.

“Do you want a taste?”

McCree’s chin was on his chest as he stared up at him with large, canine eyes of worship, beard looking as tangled and as unkempt as his bush. There were times Genji sat back and just watched McCree talk to others; watching the way his jaw moved and fantasizing about how good it felt against his cunt – just as delicious as his pubes when Genji crammed himself full with that big American cock.

He almost misses the McCree nodding, licking his lips, a drawled “Yeah, please” rumbling from the wide barrel of his chest.

“Should I give it to you now, though?” Genji teases, fingers dipping into his slit and spreading it for McCree’s viewing pleasure; letting him see the candy green stickiness lighting the darkness of his cunt. Always so easy to fuck him in the dark; even McCree bumbling and half-asleep could stuff his cock in a glowing, warm hole and work his magic with those wide hips rolling easy and relaxed…

He didn’t need to hear McCree’s rumbling whine to get into motion, although it was a nice bonus. He gave his cock another loving nudge before sitting down on his thick belly in a smooth, fast motion, dragging his pussy against the thick hair growing over his belly button and smearing his candy juices everywhere.

“McCree,” he whispers, fingers splaying across the hirsute chest as he rolls his hips, drags the fat, sensitive clit Mercy had give him across the coarse hair of his belly. “Jesse.”

His voice is high and urgent, nearly imitating McCree’s usual impatient whines. He can feel him grip his ass, large hands easily cupping him, and almost thinks he’ll urge him up and towards his soft, greedy mouth.

Instead, he helps him move and fuck himself against the thick wall of muscle of his belly, His eyes wide and nostrils flaring as he stares down his body. McCree looks almost boyish in that moment.

So eager.