I asked @naughtygenji if I could write a little something accompanying their hot comic of Sentaiman and cop!McCree fucking ❤
While Sentai did help… sometimes… he more often than not was a nuisance; interfering with police work and making them look stupid in front of the press and general public with his posing and his thumbs up and his jaunty speeches.
McCree had been tasked with catching him an eternity ago, yet it seemed like for some reason Sentai always slipped his grasp.
“If I suck you off… Would you let me go?” Sentai grins at him, the metal usually hiding his mouth having retracted beneath the gaudy bright green V of head guard. He is drooling already, tongue out and swiping distractingly across the pout of his lips.
They are flushed and swollen; he’s been at it for a while already; must have thought of something cheeky to say the whole time while getting distracted by McCree’s cock, thick and long and invasive as he tried so very hard to stuff it down his throat.
McCree snorts. He carefully stretches his long legs and leans back against the water tank of the toilet. They are in one of the public restrooms in the park; and it is risky, it’s the middle of the goddamn day, but it is hard to concentrate when Sentai is so very willing to let himself get throat fucked. McCree is guiding his head with one hand; pushes him down until he is gurgling wet and desperate around his cock.
McCree imagines Sentai’s eyes had to be tearing up beneath the mask; his nose running. How he had to be losing all control over his bodily functions.
“Let you go? Never.”
Though he had let him go already. Time and time again after encounters much as this one. It is, as everything with Sentai has always been, a game.
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He fucks him across the toilet. It is dirty and unsanitary, but McCree likes how he can deep dick the superhero like a cheap whore he found on the street.
His black spandex is ripped across the round, generous – fat – cheeks of his ass. Sentai doesn’t only behave like a slut – he dresses like one, too.
McCree has started getting hard just watching interviews with him. Seeing the small codpiece he was wearing, disappearing between his ass cheeks; remembering how ridiculous it looked stretched across the slutty pout of his anus.
He was always swollen and ready these days. Like he prepared himself for McCree’s cock – or maybe he didn’t have the time to heal after each encounter; his rim molded into a perfect glove for the policeman’s fat dick.
Distantly, McCree wonders how Sentai will be able to go around with his spandex suit ripped like it is.
He is fucking him in short bursts, listening to his gurgling groans, the almost pleas to slow down. To gentle down. He likes giving it rough to this man; fuck him until he has to shuffle his feet apart; trying to somehow alleviate the sheer girth spreading him open.
“You’re so deep,” he groans, reaching back, gripping his own ass to spread it wider – inadvertently giving McCree a prime view of his pouting rim, dark red and obscene looking as it his cock slides past it; suckling on his dick and pulling him back in almost desperately.
McCree has never had anybody that is as easy to fuck as Sentai. He is eager to do all the work, hips moving like pistons, working his ass just to make sure McCree would come back time and time again and wouldn’t rob him of the cock that came with him.
Still, McCree likes to play with him.
He roughly grabs one of the sharp points of the V attached to Sentai’s helmet and pulls, hips snapping forward, driving his cock in deep.
“Come on,” he grunts, “Arch a bit more.”
Sentai whines, one hand jerking up halfway as if intending to push McCree’s hand off – and then lowers again. He is wheezing, back arching, knees shivering as they are in an awkward half-bend – everything just to accommodate McCree as much as possible.
His insides are clenching with the new pose as he struggles to maintain it; clinging and soft as the rest of him.
McCree can already feel the orgasm building; clenches his teeth against the feeling, eyebrows lowering – fucking doggedly, almost angrily. He doesn’t want to come yet; he wants to have Sentai on his cock a bit longer; wants to fuck him in a restroom stall across the toilet and hear him gurgle with every sharp thrust because McCree’s cock is as deep as nobody else could ever hope to reach…
He has been wondering about what Sentai might do about the ripped spandex.
He wonders what he’ll do about the ripped spandex covered in ropes of cum.
Sentai grunts when his cock suddenly slips free; he whines high and wobbly but he doesn’t protest the treatment. He would never protest anything McCree does to him; even if it is to jerk off onto the ripped remains of his spandex in broad, thick streaks.
To the contrary: Sentai seems quite thankful for it when he turns around, wobbly, codpiece straining with the erection McCree isn’t doing anything about – and falling around the policeman’s shoulders, offering up his panting mouth for kisses that McCree gives him freely.
As rough as he is while fucking him, McCree can’t help his soft spot for Sentaiman.
“Remember to be a good boy.”
“You know it,” Sentai sighs – almost simpers – and McCree wonders with a smirk what he’ll be like when he’s no longer drunk on getting fucked and realizes the state he’s been left in.
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