Hanzo fucks like he lives his live; doggedly and with seemingly no pleasure gained from it.

He is curled across D.Va’s back, hips pistoning almost frantically, pumping his cock into her small, pink asshole; gripping him tight and warm.

“Yes,” he grunts, eyes slitted in determination, one large hand curled tight into the bedding next to her head, the other pushed beneath her – holding her small tit and squeezing it every now and then almost absentmindedly. “You like this, don’t you? You’re still so tight back here.”

He tries to get the tremble out of his voice and almost succeeds with it. His cock feels overly hot, overly swollen; like it was stuffed itself, inflamed, oversensitive as he humped into her ass, making it spread for him, getting it loose…

“Hm? Oh… yeah. Yeah – whatever.”

He loses his rhythm at her yawn, mouth falling open as his hips stutter and his cock pulses, inside the warm clutch of her ass.

D.Va throws her hair around to better lay her head down on her crossed arms, she looks serene. She looks goddamn sleepy while Hanzo is fucking her, driving into her until his sharp hips smack against her soft, little cheeks – and he can’t help but hiccup out a whine, high and pathetic as his balls draw up so sudden and tight that it hurts.

“Oh… did you come?” She lifts her head again, looks back at him out of the corner of her eye to stare at his red, flushed face. “Your cock just jumped, I mean-”

“N-No I don’t… I didn’t…” he is taken by surprise by her nonchalance; can’t believe this is happening – that she is doing this to him and it gets him so hot, eyes filling with tears of humiliation.

“Ah… alright-y, then. Just… take your time, I guess.”

She jawns again, long and jaw-cracking and Hanzo ruts forward without thinking about it, eyes widening in abject shock as he feels himself coming; so sudden and unexpected it hardly even registers as an orgasm.

“Oh man.. what a mess,” she whines, ass tilting up, apparently trying not to make him spill out of her. “You’re going to clean that up, right?”

He’s not even stopped coming and she’s already-

Hanzo groans deep in his throat, the corners of his eyes burning, humiliation washing through him hot and delicious.

God, he never knew he needed…..

Jesse felt almost sleepy sucking Mr. Baker’s cock, head lying on his belly, feeling how deceptively firm it was beneath his ear.

He suckled like a babe, just the fat tip clamped between his lips, salty pre-cum dripping against his lazily cradling tongue.

He was a sloppy fuck, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth and making daddy’s pubes tacky, but daddy didn’t mind much. He chuckled, big hand petting Jesse’s hair, holding it back from his face while he watched the news and Commander Reyes talked to Marguerite in the kitchen somewhere behind them in another room – another world.

“Thank you for your hospitality. Our evac team will pick us up tomorrow evening. If we could just…”

“Oh nonsense, dear. Not even another word about it.”

Jesse blinks slowly, staring blearily at the old TV in front of them. Mr. Baker’s hips roll up, nudging his cock deeper, dragging it across Jesse’s tongue, and Jesse starts suckling again more vigorously, eyes closing.

“It is our honor to have you in our home as guests, Gabriel. It’s been so very quiet since Zoe and Lucas moved out. Especially Jack appreciates having you boys around…”

A burst of salty fluid across Jesse’s tongue makes him groan loud and throaty, finally enticing him to stop lying there and enjoying the ride in favor of fucking his mouth, then his throat down onto the thick cock.

They can hear Marguerite laugh in the other room while Mr. Baker sighs in relief and slides a little farther down. Jesse can see his hand dangling over the armrest, his glasses loosely held between his fingers.

“Doin’ Daddy a real favor, my boy. Damn. Just like that.” And he gentle presses down on the back of Jesse’s head until he gags wet and sloppy and the swollen tip nudges into his constricting throat.

DONT talk about the Bakers + Reyes and McCree please I’m actually going to die. Twink McCree getting destroyed, Jack Baker showing him what a real Daddy is. Gabe blessed out and drooling, barely even knowing where he is because its been so long since someone really held him down and made him beg for Daddy.

cyberrat:

Oh god. Oh god oh fuck.

talk to me more. please. yes. this is. this is my life now. sssshhhiiiiieeeeetttt

Jesse had heard the labored squeaking of the bed springs, but he still had pushed the door open, head still fuzzy from dehydration over the last three days before they had stumbled out of the murky bayou and practically onto the Bakers’ doorstep.

He stands in the doorway, staring blankly at the large bodies moving on the bed; the moonlight from the window is bright enough to see everything – like his commander arching his back and pressing his ass up, wide hips framed by big, strong hands. He can even see how they squeeze once, accompanying the low, drawled ‘There’s a good boy’ before one travels up, sliding along the dip of his spine, towards the nape of his neck and then pressing down until his Commander… his Commander groans and capitulates and whispers a soft, almost questioning: “Daddy.”

“Yes, boy. I got you. Daddy got you good. Gonna give you right what you need.”

Mr. Baker still is wearing his glasses. The moonlight reflects in them; small, round spectacles that have slipped forward on the tip of his nose. He has a round, hairy belly and broad shoulders, and Jesse can feel his mouth dropping open, saliva gathering on his tongue as Mr. Baker takes his cock – fat and dark with need – and rubs the tip against Reyes’ hole.

Jesse can’t see it like that, but it looked nice; like he was preparing him for what to come. Priming him for the slow, gentle push of his hips, Reyes shuddering all over, massive hands curling into the bedding, grunting drawn out into his pillow, all the while Mr. Baker keeps him held down with one authoritative hand on the back of his neck.

“That’s it. Nice and easy. Got a pretty cunt for daddy, dont’cha? Yeah you do. Open up for me. Yeah… just like that.”

Mr. Baker is murmuring, mid-western drawl so broad it made Jesse ache, cock throbbing, joints feeling dangerously hot and loose – so ready to supplicate himself for that man with the thin hair and thick beard.

“Daddy, please,” Reyes groans as Mr. Baker rocks deeper, slowly, like he has all the time in the world – the bed creaking loud and obnoxiously and only adding to Jesse’s desperate erection.

“Oh look-ie there… don’t just stand there, lad. Come on in; how’s daddy supposed to take care of you if you’re all the way over there.”

Jesse stumbles closer, the door falling shut behind him with a soft click, eyes not leaving Mr. Baker’s face. The man was not as impressive in stature as Reyes was – at last not anymore… Jesse had seen pictures of him when he was younger and still with the military – but he was more than happy to submit to him; cuddle up to his Commander and ask Daddy for cock.

:3 @ikkanoodles wanted Reyes getting WoofCree dick and I could never say no to that. Never.

“Jesse~”

There is no outward sign to Jesse having heard him, other than the lazy twitch of his ear. He is stretched out on Gabriel’s bed, the lanky form of his furry body barely able to comfortable fold itself in on the mattress – but McCree had been determined and Reyes had to give him that: the boy went to hilarious lengths to enjoy a nice siesta.

“Jesse…” he tries again, voice pitched lower. He attempts to sit at the foot of the bed, but ultimately has to grab Jesse’s large paws and pull them across his lap. Jesse stops breathing for a second – he notices how the large barrel chest stops moving – and then resumes as if nothing is amiss.

What a con artist.

“As I recall you got your own room with your own bed,” Gabriel says slowly, his large hand cupping the underside of one paw. He can feel the warm, naked skin of Jesse’s pads against his palm; smooth and sensitive and, when he starts tracing the outline of one, and Jesse’s leg twitches, ticklish.

“I don’t think you need to keep crawling in here like a puppy looking for its Mom.”

At that, Jesse finally stops pretending to be asleep. His head lifts, snout tilting towards his chest to better look at his Commanding Officer, brown eyes large and deliberately sad.

And the thing is – Gabriel knows this; gets almost nauseous at how blatant and bad Jesse is at manipulating others, but it still… works.

Reyes scowls, if only at himself and lifts the two huge paws, pressing a slow kiss against the tips of Jesse’s toes.

“At least put somethin’ on next time. Can’t have you walkin’ round here naked,” he mumbles against the warm skin of one paw pad, eyes trailing and lingering on the nice, furry sheath and the big furry balls beneath.

“Shit, kid…”

Jesse huffs and Reyes glances up into his face. He is sporting a roguish grin, sharp teeth glinting intimidatingly in the light of the room.

Reyes grins back.

.o.

Jesse holds almost comically still when Gabriel carefully grabs his sheath. His tail is the only moving thing; practically wagging in slow motion as if he can’t contain how giddy he feels, because his Commander has agreed to… play with him.

“You got a pretty dick, don’tcha?” Gabriel rumbles. He can feel it swell beneath his palm, the loose skin stretching from the werewolf’s eager cock hidden underneath. “Why don’t you show it to me? Mutt…”

He says it like an endearment. When his hand moves, sliding down and cupping the warm swell of Jesse’s balls, the strong legs immediately shift to accommodate him, spreading apart and showing everything off.

Jesse is as shameless as he is trusting, mouth open and tongue lolling out of the side as he lets himself get felt up by his Commanding Officer. He rumbles when he feels Reyes squeeze his testicles, testing how much firmer they were when compared to a human’s; how big and warm they felt, ready… ripe…

Gabriel hums low in his throat, he is vaguely aware of the work still piled on his desk, but when presented with Jesse needy and wanting, he can’t help but indulge the kid.

He leans down and presses a kiss against the soft silky opening of Jesse’s sheath, hand rubbing along it’s length firmly and almost negligent, urging the thick swell he can feel underneath the thin skin to move.

Jesse grunts, eyes starting to slit in pleasure, slim hips trying to flex off the mattress and pump into Gabriel’s massaging hand.

“You wanna fuck, boy?” he asks, voice throaty, eyes glinting when he glances up towards Jesse. His hand is moving with purpose, sliding along the furry sheath, jerking the sturdy cock underneath off with the easy slide of the skin along the sensitive, wet surface.

Jesse whines pitifully, legs kicking meekly into the air: all that power contained and unsure because he doesn’t want to hurt Gabriel.

Reyes grins broad and sharp; he can feel his face heating in a dull, eager flush and his cock pressing painfully against his pants.

“Yeah. I got somethin’ special planned for you, kid. Bet you’ll love that.”

.o.

Jesse’s tongue is a menace. Gabriel tries to hold him back, but there is no chance to do so once Jesse has gotten a whiff of the pre-cum gathered beneath his foreskin. All he can do is hold on to the huge head, curled almost into himself as Jesse’s hot breath whuffs against his crotch.

His long tongue is out and eager; tacky wet as it drags along Gabriel’s cock, focusing on the sensitive head to try and push beneath the loose, silky skin.

Jesse wants to get more of the delicious salty taste and he is so very determined to get at it – gentle but persistent – while Gabriel’s legs shake dangerously, pants still awkwardly around his knees, Jesse’s fur tickling against his naked chest.

He is hyper aware of his anus, clenching in need whenever Jesse manages to let his tongue catch against the swollen tip of his cock. This is not what he had planned – what he is still determined to do – but he just can’t bring himself to push the werewolf’s head away.

His hands are fisted in the shaggy fur just behind Jesse’s big, soft ears, hips jerking, not quite fucking into the sharp, teeth filled maw, but close to it, whining pathetically in the back of his throat as Jesse works him over; as tenacious in this as he never was in training.

It’s only when he starts nudging farther down and back, trying to snuffle between Gabriel’s thighs, dripping tongue bathing his balls and trying to reach his hole, that he finally starts pushing against him, cock bouncing awkwardly in front of his belly.

“Back now,” he growls, voice shot, cheeks burning. “Got other things planned for you, kid.”

Jesse’s cock is out and delicious; so long and thick that Gabriel wonders whether he’ll be able to literally feel him in his belly. Whether Jesse’s watery dog cum will fill him up until he’s hot and full to bursting.

The thought makes him almost sway on his feet, need shooting through his belly, toes curling against the cool ground of his quarters. He wants it so bad he starts drooling, Adam’s Apple bobbing frantically as he tries to stymie the sudden flood, head filled with the thoughts of filling himself, having that large, warm doggy cock just for his amusement…

Jesse whines when Reyes climbs atop him, straddling his slim hips, the fur of his long legs tickling against Gabriel’s back.

Gabriel can just stare for a few long, drawn out moments when their cocks line up; his own, dark and sturdy, a good thickness that the kid had profited from more than once – and then Jesse’s goddamn dog cock, longer and dark red, hundreds of delicate little veins trailing beneath the slick-shiny skin and up towards the tapering tip… and thick – bulky – around the middle.

“Yeah. Yeah, you got a real pretty cock,” he murmurs, blunt fingertips trailing along the fat middle, watching how first the almost slimy cock flexes, and then the rest of the werewolf, squirming beneath him, Jesse whining pathetically, his long feet crossing awkwardly in the air behind Reyes, because he has no idea what to do with himself – not when his Commanding Officer is inspecting his cock and looks goddamn starved for it, holding him down with nothing more than the thick thighs clamped around Jesse’s abdomen…

.o.

Reyes face looks a little scary when he takes cock. Jesse knows that – or… maybe he doesn’t. It is hard to think properly in this form, and even harder when his cock is being shoved – crammed – into a space that feels to be way too small for the endeavour.

Reyes face is hovering above him, eyes clenched shut, eyebrows furrowed, mouth a thin, strict line whose sight alone makes Jesse want to stand at attention and salute. He’s been trained to a T by this man, and goddamn if that doesn’t make him want to follow his every command with submissive, doggish delight.

Still, standing still as he had been advised, proved that much harder when Reyes was so very determined to take his cock, inching back and forth and growling to himself in impatience when he can’t get it like he has obviously put into his head.

There is sweat glistening on his forehead, and Jesse wants to lean forward and lick at it, but he feels like Reyes might do something not fun to him when he disobeys his order, so he stays and whines pitifully because holy shit Reyes has just managed to slide a little farther down and the heat of his body is making him go nearly cross-eyed.

Reyes’ insides are soft and strangely comforting, hugging him and holding him warm and slick as Gabriel tries to take more of him.

When he finally bottoms out, they both don’t realize it has actually happened for the longest time.

Jesse’s tail wags cautiously when Reyes lifts his face and stares at him, mouth open and so soft and… and inviting looking, that Jesse can’t help but lean farther in, tongue gentle and loving as he first drags it across the unresponsive mouth once, then twice, then slips it inside because he just feels so much in that moment and Reyes is here and lets him, and his body is cushioning him so well…

“Goddamn,” Gabriel suddenly gasps, brain obviously rebooting with a kickstart. He jerks his head back just to be able to breathe, back arching, insides squeezing and Jesse whines again because there is nothing else he can do – nothing but lie there and take it while his Commander slowly, carefully sits up, his broad palms splayed against Jesse’s chest, bracing himself as he tries to righten himself while stuffed to what could only be the brim with Jesse’s eager, drooling cock.

He doesn’t bounce on him. Instead, he moves like he’s hurting: slow and careful rocking motions of his hips dragging Jesse’s cock along his soft inner walls in agonizing, small rubs.

When Jesse looks for it, he can see it, too; the slight bulge at the front of Reyes’ hard belly moving subtly. His cock. His cock filling Commander Reyes so thoroughly that the human has gone utterly silent with pleasure, mouth hanging open, taking in deep, gasping breaths and nothing more.

The loudest sound is the squelching of their bodies: the generous amount of pre-cum that Jesse produced getting forced out next to his cock with every new, small rocking motion, to slick down his sheath and get it tacky, then pool around his hurting balls.

And damn does he want to fuck right now; wants to mount Reyes and give it to him, rabbit fucking his big, juicy doggy cock into that lovely hole and make the strict, no-nonsense Commander howl with it.

He wants to fuck him into the mattress and through the goddamn floor, ranging above him and holding him down; wants the whole base to hear him as he’s getting stuffed good and proper, gets the dick he’s always lusting after and not letting himself actually have.

He wants everybody to know that Reyes is his

– and that he is Reyes’…

He doesn’t do any of these things, though. He knows he will never do them. He will never, unless Reyes commands him to do it, because Jesse is helplessly addicted to following orders and even if his cock aches staring at Reyes in the showers, in the hangar, in the briefing rooms… everywhere…

He would not – could not – do anything without the permission.

How sad he was.

The Deadlock rebell. How proud he had been to be part of that group; to not have to listen to anybody, thankyouverymuch; and how eager he was now to follow this particular man, willingly laying down and letting himself get used, feeling his balls throb and his cock flex inside that snug, warm body and knowing he’ll not be able to come… not without Reyes’ orders.

He’ll not get to shoot his load, to fill his Commander up to bursting, until he’s had the permission – until Reyes had his fill on his drooling, fat dog cock – and Jesse wouldn’t have it any other way.

angededesespoir replied to your post:
I just want to thank you for your ficlets, because…

1st off: Seconding what the anon said. I enjoy your writing so much. Thanks for sharing your work w/ us. ❤ 2nd: What about a combo. of both? Gabe sucking off random dudes for stress relief, but then in saunters Jesse McCree.

thaank ❤ so sweet

Jesse wonders if Reyes was as intense with the other guys whose dicks he sucked; hunkering down, nonchalantly handling Jesse’s cock, dragging his mouth along the shaft, letting his beard tickle him – looking more like he was preparing a goddamn smoke than squatting in a dingy interrogation room, beanie still firmly on his shorn head, taking dick after dick.

He was looking up at Jesse, eyes heavy lidded, yes, but never breaking contact as he carefully, skillfully rolled the dark foreskin back to expose Jesse’s shiny glans, looking so shocking and wet next to Reyes’ mouth and against the chocolate brown of his beard.

Jesse tries to peek at the other guys standing around, jerking their wet cocks, trying to get it up again for another round, but he’s arrested by Reyes’ goddamn gaze as he suckles just at the tip, tonguing soft at the slit and dipping in just as he feeds himself just a bit more, cheeks pulling in, and wow that’s a good look on the commander.

Jesse feels trapped by the gaze, bullied into keeping up his erection – he doesn’t know what Reyes will do if he takes his cock away from him now, and he sure as all hell doesn’t want to find out.

He still thinks that he wouldn’t have managed to get it up in the first place if he had been confronted with Reyes’ hot, lazer focus stare in the first place.

Jesse chuffs. He would babble, but the edge of his shirt is between his teeth. Reyes has pushed it up, away from his abs, his hand looking so huge across his belly, and Jesse had just followed the quiet demand as he followed everything his Commander wanted.

Reyes is sucking in more, lips wet, making the slide easier as he lets the swollen head of Jesse’s cock slide along his tongue until it softly dips against the constriction of his throat.

Reyes groans and Jesse whines, hips tilting forward – not daring to thrust but needing to do something. Offering his cock up, begging for Reyes to let it slip into his throat.

Reyes does not, though – at least not yet. He pulls back with a self-indulgent slurp, big hand fisting Jesse, pumping his dick and still staring up at him, mouth stretched in an almost drunk looking grin.

“Got a nice dick on you, McCree.”

“Th-thank you, Sir.”

Reyes chuckles and leans back in.

Zarya is the first one to beat him in a wrestling match, (that’s why Reinheart is so nervous about going up against her, because he know she’s going to win and claim his ass for Mother Russia), and she takes her sweet time working him over like the soft, fuzzy bear he is.

goddaaammmnn

She has him in a headlock, barely allowing him to breathe while she coos at him and digs her knee deeper into his back – makes him arch his ass to relieve some of the pressure on his spine.

“That’s it. That’s a good boy,” she purrs, her low, accented voice dripping like honey. She holds her fingers with perfectly lacquered nails in front of his lips and feeds them to him; makes him suck like a good boy if he wants to keep breathing; then slips them into the tight training shorts he is wearing so she can pet his furry hole and get it wet and primed for what is to come.

“You’re a good loser, aren’t you, Reinhardt? It is why I always looked up to you. A good sportsman.”

Reinhardt flushes and hides his face against the mats, lips wet and needy as he angles his ass up into the petting and softly prodding fingers.

ohhh fuck yeah. reinhardt gets targeted by a thirsty ass gabriel who wants that fat lion dick so he lets reinhardt do his first time on gabe’s ass and gabe fucking melts and rein’s all ; w ;

well I thought of someone lovingly brushing all dat fluffy white hair in his asscrack to the side so they can get at his lil virgin ass but this is also so very cute???

.o.

Gabriel’s mouth falls open when he feels the fat, blunt tip first nudge, then push insistently against his softly gaping hole. His eyebrows furrow in concentration, cheeks heating with an excited flush when he hunches forward, one hand going between his thighs, fumbling with the thick, big cock he got to play with today – the one he’s been thirsting after for so long it felt unreal to be sitting astride Reinhardt now with the permission to stuff himself to his heart’s content.

His fingers dig into Reinhardt’s chest, trying to find purchase as he grits his teeth and bears down, tears shooting into his eyes when his rim starts to stretch, stretch, stretch and he’s nowhere near done cramming even just the tip into himself.

“Shit,” he whines, voice high and tight with exertion, thighs shivering, hips feeling warm and loose, as if filled with molten metal – and Reinhardt… he’s breathing through the whole ordeal, quick little chuffs from behind his hands as he shields his eyes – like he can’t bear the sight of Gabriel astride him, so very determined to get that big, fat cock so deep inside that it’ll feel like he’s fucking right into his belly, getting it warmed up for the creamy load Reinhardt was sure to have.

“Can’t believe this shit,” Gabriel says – whines – hips trying to roll downwards and smoothly take more, but stuttering to a halt just shy of actually doing so: Gabriel was just as nervous as Reinhardt, though for very different reasons. There was a giddy little bubble in his chest that was expanding and making it harder and harder to breathe.

God, he wanted that fat cock like nothing else. Wanted to feel the burn…

“Look at me, come on,” he grinds out from between clenched teeth, wet rim mouthing on the swollen tip. Reinhardt grunts and shifts his thick fingers, peeking at him from between.

“You are… s-so very brazen, my friend,” he rasps. He lets Gabriel pull his arms down by his wrists but prefers to look to the side, a hot flush to his cheeks.

“This is so… lewd.”

Yet his cock throbs and flexes once, pushing up more firmly against Gabriel’s hole – and both of them groan deep in their chests.

Hanzo getting to be the one to fuck tiddies and Rienheardt is encouraging him and his chest fluff is so nice to rut against.

*deep inhale* yeeesss

“That’s it.. you’re a good boy, aren’t you? Such a nice cock you have…” Reinhardt murmurs, watching the stretch of Hanzo’s body heavy lidded, big hands framing his own chest, pressing his pectorals together for Hanzo to fuck between.

He doesn’t answer, but the little grunts he emits with every forward push climb higher, their sound so acutely desperate it was flattering.

Hanzo’s cock slides along the thick hair covering Reinhardt’s sternum, flattening it down and creating a small, sticky warm valley; a pretty bed for his pretty cock to fuck against, the very tip is flushed the same dark pink as the archer’s prominent cheek bones. It is a rather lovely look.

“Do you like fucking my tits?” Reinhardt asks, voice pitched low, the rumble from his chest tickling Hanzo’s balls where they drag messily across his skin as well. Hanzo wheezes and almost jackknifes, back curling in what looks like agony as his hips stutter and loose their carefully kept rhythm.

He fucks small and aborted, like a small pet dog rutting against the shoes of his owner. His hair is falling across around his face, eyes clenched tightly shut as he keeps jerking, trying to deep dick what he can’t fuck – not really, at least.

All he can do is fuck the tight valley between Reinhardt’s pectorals and smear his pre-cum all over the ample fur gathered there.

“You can fuck my ass later,” Reinhardt promises in a murmur as Hanzo leans even farther down, his face pressing into the pillow next to Reinhardt’s head, trying not to look at him while he fucks his tits. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Hanzo shakes his head ‘no’, the heat of his flush tangible against Reinhardt’s cheek. He grins and leaves Hanzo be; he always was so ashamed about his own neediness.

Lúcio was a good guy; he liked sharing his happiness. He didn’t mind lending his stuff or his help, and he definitely didn’t mind lending his good friend Genji McCree’s services.

Genji had muttered something McCree had not been able to understand when presented with the man’s ass, but it just sounded enough like a short, heartfelt prayer that he grinned and settled down for the long haul, chewing lazily on the end of a cigar and waiting for the action to begin.

The two men were at his back, their hands petting his thick thighs and sturdy hips, muttering to each other and occasionally giggling.

They seemed just as hyped on getting to fuck McCree as he was on getting reamed something good – even going so far as to arch his back down and his ass up, ready for the action to begin.

And as soft and playful as Lúcio was when fucking, curling his body over McCree, just humping away as his cock got held nice and warm and snug – Genji was more purposeful. There was an agenda behind how he handled McCree, hips strong and hands sure enough to make Jesse perk up and look around, cigar hanging precariously in the corner of his mouth.

Genji still wore his visor, everything about him expressionless and alien, and making McCree’s toes curl in excitement. His cock felt weird, sleek from tip to base with no discernible glans, and when he clenched down, it seemed to thrum.

“C-Can you even…” Genji slaps his ass once, firm, as if testing the waters, and Jesse wants to beg him for more of the treatment; maybe ask for Lúcio to get at his tits and bite at the large, brown nipples. “Can you even come?”

He hears Genji huff in amusement and Lúcio snickers.

“You mean if I can fill you up?” Genji practically purrs, the heavily accented English rubbing McCree in all the right ways. “Oh, can I ever…”

smol slutty bottom McCree. probs gonna ad a few blurbs throughout the day.

Deadlock had not been… ideal, but it had also not all been bad.

Like McCree had gotten all the dick he could ever have wanted, spending most of his days bend over, sometimes even helpfully spreading his cheeks just so someone would take pity on him.

They did like to insult him, telling him his ass was ‘too fucking hairy’, that he needed to do something about it if he wanted to keep getting dicked – but truth was that they still had thumbed the crisp fur to the side and pushed right into the slicked up, warm space they unearthed.

Jesse had kind of liked how they talked about him; just grinning along and taking the abuse, cock lazily interested in how negligent they were about fucking him; rutting into him and depositing a warm, creamy load before leaving him to hunt down another cock that was up for the challenge.

They did not much care for making sure he came and that was more than fine with him. He didn’t much care for it himself: he just wanted to get fucked; to feel his rim being pouty and swollen, tingling from a good reaming.

Blackwatch had been good for that, too. There had not been the sheer variety and collection of dicks, but Reyes alone was… very nice. He had a big cock. Girthy. One that Jesse fantasized about when the commander was out and about, stuffing himself with a few fingers, the angle too awkward to get a good self-loving session in but unable to keep from touching anyway.

After that, Overwatch had been a disappointment for the longest time.

For some reason they seemed to think he would like to give more than he’d like to receive and wasn’t that just frustrating? Prowling around base, looking for a fix for that itch, seeing all those virile, tasty cocks and not knowing how to approach.

It took a kind of intervention, in the end; him kneeling in the showers, trying to fuck himself and failing because he’d never be able to give himself as good as he wanted it, so frustrated he could cry, ass angled high in the air, at least trying to get some of the water pressure drumming against his rim and take some of the edge off… until finally, finally Lúcio stumbled across him – and everything immediately became better.

There were none of the insults and the faked disgust from the Deadlock days, but he enjoyed Lúcio’s breathless, whiny praise just as much; liked watching them in the mirror, how the young man was curled over him, hands framing his hips, mumbling about his plush – fat – ass and how much he adored it; slamming into him, making him take the abuse and getting stupidly excited at how well he could receive – sturdy enough not to get toppled over but to even angle back into it.

Craving it. Needing it.

God, he had dreamed of this for so long.