mujaween:

Manhandling, Bunzo/Jackalope McCree AU, they’re both shape sifters that can change between a rabbit and human form (no rabbit sex)

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McCree’s bed groaned in protest as it received a hard thump. Perched in the center of his standard issue mattress was a small black rabbit, no more than a foot long but with enough presence to completely claim the bed (and McCree’s stolen serape) as his own. Another hard thump was delivered to the poor bed as the rabbit noticed McCree was giving it the attention it was looking for. A rookie mistake. Whoever said rabbits where well behaved and shy either lied or never actually met a rabbit before.

Huffing Jesse returned his attention to Peacekeeper laid out before him, cleaned and oiled but still in need of a polish before he could count it as mission ready again. “If ya want something just say it, I can’t translate your pouting.”

“You know very well what I want.” Despite his better judgement McCree looked back up to see Hanzo, back to his human form and spread out across the bed. Naked. Black tail twitching happily at its place right above that .. mighty fine ass.

Asshole already knew he’d won. But that didn’t mean McCree still couldn’t make him work for it. “And what would that be?”

“I want you to make me beg.”

.o.

Unlike most people Hanzo wasn’t shy around McCree’s antlers, he wasn’t intimidated or afraid to touch them, just the opposite in fact.

Hanzo had no qualms about using McCree’s antlers to move the jackalope wherever he pleased. Pushing and pulling until McCree got the message to release Hanzo’s swollen nipples and to instead nibble on his soft rabbit ears.

“What do I say before?” McCree chuckled, letting his hands take over teasing Hanzo’s abused nipples. “I can’t translate your pouting.”

Instead of replying Hanzo pushed back on the cock spearing him open.

“Ah shit- your not playing fair…”

“Shouldn’t it be obvious, cowboy?” McCree had to brace himself, letting go of the form chest to try and stabilize himself against the bed as Hanzo shifted beneath him. The legs around his waist tightened and his head forced into a more convenient position. The last warning McCree had was the wicked grin Hanzo gave before trusting back on his dick, quick and without mercy. “I. Want. You. To. Fuck. Me.”