Cyber, how did babyslut virgin!Lúcio end up with his face between Jesse’s legs in the first place anyway :3? Also Gabe and Jesse would just adore how nice Lúcio’s big soft lips feel anywhere them.

I tell you how it came to it:

McCree basically is a big, easygoing slut. The base knows it. His family knows it. We know it.

He has a big dick and goes commando whenever he can fucking get away with it (and sometimes where he can’t) and loves to feel it swing between his legs and the little glances his teammates sneak him.

He loves jerking it with his door not closed, too.

It’s probably a problem but he kind of hadn’t thought something would ever come off it, y’know? People don’t barge into his small cluttered rooms too often anyway.

So of course Lúcio sticks his head in when Jesse is good and ready to shoot his load, shirt shoved up haphazard, leaving his belly naked because he’s too lazy to do laundry if he gets anything dirty.

And Jesse never actually catches what the kid wanted to tell him (it was asking him whether he wanted some ice cream – bless his lil soul) because he never asked to begin with. Just sat there at his desk with his big, meaty cock in fist and blinked owlishly up at Lúcio who, in turn, just stared.

And maybe you could say that Jesse McCree is a little flattered when Lúcio whispers “Wow” with this absolute awe in his voice as he slips into the room and pushes the door close behind him.

“You like it, partner? Wanna watch up close?” Jesse grins, dragging his hand down to expose the wet head to the cool air of the room and Lúcio’s excited brown eyes.

Lúcio might be a virgin but he was definitely not shy. All enthusiastic smiles and cute dimples as he comes closer and snuggles down on his knees between McCree’s thighs.

It’s basically how McCree ends up taking the pictures of Lúcio carefully, clumsily mouthing at the fat head, pretty pink tongue lapping at the salty fluid.

Trans Jack anon here: Gabe likes teasing Jack with multiple toys, asking if any are better then him. Jacks a mess, and just whimpering and begging for gabe to fuck him cause no none of the toys are as good as Gabes dick, please just fuck him till he can’t walk straight. (Bonus: Daddy kink if ur into that.)

Jack’s neck seems to swell with the strain of his low, grating moans; it flushes, veins popping out and Adam’s apple working as Gabriel slowly pushes in ridge after ridge of the new toy he got his friend.

“Like that?” he purrs, readjusting Jack’s leg on his shoulder. With Jack on his side like this, it is easy to get at his cunt; it’s flushed and puffy from the attention already, that plump little cock looking obscenely swollen from Gabriel’s fleeting attention – fingertips thrumming across, then leaving as quick as they had appeared.

“Yes,” Jack is whimpering, hands clawing at the bedding, his own thigh, his hair – anywhere so he wouldn’t let them slide between his legs to frantically jerk off. Gabriel can be very creative with his disciplinary actions if he wants to.

“More than me, cariño mio?”

Jack grinds his teeth, fighting against answering the insidious question again – but Gabriel pushes in a little more; threatens Jack’s poor opening to have to stretch across an even bigger ridge.

Jack breaks quite easily.

“N-No, daddy! Nonono. I llll… lllove your cock so much. Please? Please fuck me?”

Gabriel laughs at him and lets him beg a little more before he starts pulling the toy away, demeanor suddenly changed as he coos at him, big hands rubbing across his shivery hips and clenching abs.

“Shush, baby boy. Yeah… daddy’s gonna give you his cock. You’re gonna cry for me again? Yeah… that’s it… perfect little boy for papi.”

DAMN MAN I just saw the exhibition post and what if.. What if beloved slutty Hanzo gets deep dicked so damn good on livestream he starts babbling in Japanese and broken English- fucked through multiple orgasms, covered in sweat and cum and bite marks and so hypersensitive he can’t help but whine and howl- and the viewers EAT IT UP. Look at all that cash, Hanzo gonna make it rain, but… When he can stand up again, bless his heart

<Slut76> Can you blindfold him with that scarf?

<DeathInSpanish> what no fuck you I wanna see his eyes when he gets deep dicked

<Bunnies4evar> hey can you show me your belly again???!!!

Jesse laughs at the laptop in front of him then looks up and wiggles his fingers at the camera. He makes his way over, unabashedly showing off his hairy gut first from the front and then the side, hands coming up to grab the chubby sides and wriggle it playfully.

In the back, his partner can be seen sitting and slowly taking off the yellow ribbon from his hair. He would look aloof without the eager flush of excitement on his high cheekbones – or his sleek cock curving up towards his tight belly from between the easy spread of his thighs.

He glances over towards the camera – the antics of McCree as he starts carding broad-tipped fingers through the hair on his belly – and then looks back away again as his cock jerks and starts getting wet at the tip.

He seems as embarrassed by his own lewdness as he was eager to show off. His knees shift apart farther; hand travelling down to cup his balls and lift them a little as if showing them off for their invisible viewers.

McCree glances over at the movement in the corner of his eyes, face breaking out into a huge grin as he sees Hanzo fondling himself.

“Awww sweetheart,” he croons and ambles over, muscles in his back and ass shifting as he walks away from the camera and crawls onto the bed. “Such an eager slut,” he purrs and gives Hanzo the kiss he was wordlessly asking for, head tilted and lips wet in invitation.

He spends a couple minutes sampling what was on offer, tongue dipping in and big metal hand closing carefully around Hanzo’s cock; letting him feel skin warmed, smooth metal until the archer is bucking up; shamelessly fucking into the tight tunnel and groaning into his mouth.

When Jesse crawls back towards the laptop, he is flushed and breathless and grinning like a loon.

The chat on screen is buzzing with messages.

<DeathInSpanish> you look like a dipshit rn

<AnubisBlack> that kissing looked really good can we have more of that?

<Slut76> can you jerk off for us? Love your fat cock

<Bunnies4evar> THANKS FOR TEH BELLEEEEYYYYY >:3

There was more going on, but as entertaining as it was reading their viewer’s messages, he was more than ready to get things going; especially with how out of breath Hanzo already sounded behind him; punctuated with little strained whimpers that could only mean that he was fondling his tits; cupping them and squeezing those tasty, puffy nipples, getting them nice and hard…

<DeathInSpanish> fuck his tits again like last time. Enjoyed that a lot

<AnubisBlack> yes that was delightful. Can you give me the link again for the lingerie site? I want to purchase you guys a few things to wear next time.

Jesse laughs and throws Hanzo a sly look over his shoulder. Hanzo bites his lip in response and pinches his nipple a little mean. He never reads the chat – he likes that only Jesse knows what they want them to get up to; or tells him how they call him out for being a greedy slut.

After the stream he types slow and one handed – the other one is curled around his cock, thumb playing with his foreskin; giving glimpses of the wet, flushed head because he knows Slut76 likes the sight of him playing with his cock. I got something real nice planned today.

<DeathInSpanish> gonna make him scream?

McCree grins sharply. It looks wild in midst of the unkempt tangle of his beard.

At first…

.o.

He’s had Hanzo on his side, spooning him from behind and holding his leg up nice and high so the viewers could see as much as possible. He’s had an eye on the laptop, glancing over Hanzo’s shoulder and blearily watching the chat go nuts without being able to read any of it.

“They can see your cock bounce when I fuck you like that,” Jesse had rasped into Hanzo’s ear, spitting out thick black hair that liked to stick to his sweaty face. “Wanna give them a show? Show them how you like to touch yourself…”

He’s fucked him on his back, Hanzo’s legs hooked over one arm so he could slip his cock between the silky space between his thighs and let it rub against Hanzo’s cum-sticky dick, getting him nice and hard again while Hanzo whined unabashedly, shame and inhibitions having left him after he’s come the first time, shuddering and jerking, cock flexing out cum in full view of the camera.

And he’s fucked him on all fours, shoulders itching with sweat and lungs burning from the exertion as Hanzo clawed at the bedding and lifted his ass up into it. Had he had worn his prosthetics, McCree was sure he’d be standing on his tip toes in eagerness, howling into the bedding he mashed his face into whenever the swollen head of Jesse’s cock pressed intimately up to his ripe little prostate.

Fuck, but Jesse wanted to come and fill him up; ram in deep and grind his hips in as he shot, filling Hanzo’s belly with fire and getting him to jerk like a rabbit in his eagerness to fuck himself just a little more on the dick as long as it was hard enough….

His fucking cock just felt stuffed. Feverish like a wound; having Hanzo come again and again, crying out in abandon when he was allowed to shoot another load, getting progressively more watery but also more desperate, was satisfying, yes, but also torture in and off itself. He just wanted to nut off so badly.

He glanced to the side, blinking the sweat out of his eyes and catching a line out of the many.

<DeathInSpanish> cant fucking hear him anymore with how he’s mashing his face into the ground

Jesse grunts and reaches out – gets a haphazard hand full of Hanzo’s dark hair and forces his head up none too gently. Hanzo sob at the sting, cock jerking where it’s hanging between his thighs. The muscles in his arms start protesting as the pain from his scalp gets interpreted as lust without any form of pit stop in between.

“They can’t hear you, babycakes,” he grits out between clenched teeth, “They wanna hear how much you enjoy slutting around. How you enjoy getting your ass in the air like that.”

Jesse holds on, gritting his teeth and staring at the sweat glistening between Hanzo’s shoulder blades as he snaps his hips harder; fucks him almost brutally harsh because he knows Hanzo will come like a freight train as soon as he puts his big plan into motion and he wants to come with him; just shove deep into the silky clench of his body and unload in warm, throbbing pulses.

When he feels the orgasm start brewing in his gut – a hot pull through his lower belly that made his toes tingle and his sight get a little fuzzy – he finally grabs for Hanzo’s discarded scarf. It is long and sturdy – easy to sling around the archer’s thick neck and pull it taut with fists around each end.

Hanzo gurgles at the sudden restriction, back arching downward, fingers clawing at the bed. Jesse pulls him back onto his cock via the broad piece of fabric choking him, and feels his body get a little hotter still around his cock, soft walls squeezing down as Hanzo shivers and jerks, hands firmly in the bedding.

McCree tries not to make a sound, swallowing his gulping breaths down so the camera had a chance to pick up on Hanzo’s desperate struggle for air; his wheezing dwindling down with Jesse slowly, cruelly curling the ends of his scarf around his fists to take more and more air- until he is not making any sound anymore; a last gurgle everything he can do, face slack, arms shaking, body jerking as he comes one last time; nearly dry by now.

.o.

<AnubisBlack> dont forget to give me the link please

<Slut76> surprise choking. That was really nice. Thanks, sir

<Bunnies4evar> omg your O-faces are so good. Love them!!! You think I could have a private session this week??? Got a few ideas for you!!!!!

milkcree:

please consider: hanzo + spreader bar

please consider: my feelings

Hanzo’s head hangs low between his arms, sweat and tears of hopeless overstimulation dripping off the tip of his nose. Jesse tilts his head, watching the exhausted shivering of muscles, and slides his hand big and warm along the slope of the archer’s back.

“One more?” he murmurs right against the shell of Hanzo’s ear, fingers sliding into the slick crack of his ass. He rounds the twitching, little muscle, feeling how hot it is to the touch, then dips two fingers easily inside.

Hanzo groans, knees shifting restlessly against the ground. There’s a dull clinking when he involuntarily tests the range of his restriction. The bar has no give to it, forcing his thighs apart – and him to present his ass to McCree’s gentle fingering.

“One more, babydoll?” McCree drawls, fingers sliding in deeper; the rough pads dragging against Hanzo’s hot, silky insides. “I bet you can give me one more…”

Hanzo makes a choked, inelegant noise and helplessly bites the edge of the mattress right in front of him, eyes wide and helpless; knees shuffling and coming up against the unrelenting bar spreading them apart again and again.

He sobs, eyes clenching shut and hips hunching down when Jesse presses against his prostate – and then jerks when he does it again; abs clenching and body protesting against the overwhelming sensations cresting in him.

“You’ll be so exhausted… when Jack comes, he’ll be able to slide right in and use you. Don’t need to worry about a thing. Just let him mount you right where you are – your little friend’ll make sure you’ll be nice and open for it.”

His metal hand taps idly against the bar between Hanzo’s knees, making it clang softly. Hanzo’s shoulders shake, cock eagerly spitting out a little more cum.

He loved feeling helpless and not having a choice.

Had a thought about Mercy getting zarya to hold hanzo down and fucking him with a strap on while mercy is in the corner giggling and embarrassed even tho she set everything up. Eventually she gets brave enough to hop on his chest and rub herself against his tiddy

okay. Okay. Fuck. I need to sit the fuck down before I hurt myself.

I don’t… I don’t even…

is this in the same universe as Mercy totally badtouching Hanzo and fondling him to her heart’s content? Is this another AU? It probably is if she’s embarrassed like that. I don’t even know. I don’t even care. I neeeed thisssss.

“This is not the best you can do. I refuse to believe it.”

Zarya’s hands are on Hanzo’s shoulders, biceps bulging as she presses him down more firmly; slamming him into the examination table when he manages to push up a few centimeters.

Hanzo’s face is sweaty, inky hair sticking to his cheeks as he looks up at his opponent with glistening eyes. His teeth are bared in a growl, body trying to utilize the missing of his prosthetics to twist away from the woman like an eel.

Zarya laughs in his face – not unfriendly, just happy. Sweat is rolling down her temples; the only sign that this is even taxing her.

They both can hear the breathless, excited giggling in the corner and ignore it.

“This is your best, is it not?” The big woman purrs, a smug grin on her face. Hanzo stops clawing at her arms in favor of just lying there and staring up. He is panting, chest heaving and the long muscles in his muscular thighs trembling. He’s been fighting against Zarya’s hold for a while now, and his earlier angry shouting and threats had given way to breathless panting and then almost begrudging respect.

Mercy took a step closer, hands pressed against her mouth, trying to stifle her giggle. Her face was feeling like it was burning up. She couldn’t believe that her little ploy had actually worked. She couldn’t believe that they were tussling in front of her like bobcats; muscular and compact, limbs straining and bodies heaving as they clashed.

“Ridiculous, little man,” Zarya coos, and Mercy watches – breathless – as one big hand slides from Hanzo’s shoulder down to his chest; covering his pec and giving it a good, nice squeeze that quickly devolves into a rude, self-satisfied tugging of his nipple.

The archer strains and groans, mouth falling open just as easily as his thighs do from their desperate clamp around Zarya’s sturdy hips.

He’s capitulating, Mercy realizes with an excited, disbelieving buzz in the back of her head. He’s capitulating and Zarya is taking her spoils; sampling them with relish.

“You wouldn’t… you wouldn’t have won had I had my… my legs,” Hanzo grits out, still gasping for air – and not fighting against Zarya any longer. Her hand stops toying with his nipple in favor of giving the tail of his dragon one last, gentle pet before sliding down… down…

And suddenly Mercy becomes aware of just how excited Hanzo has gotten. She presses her hands across her hot face, shielding her eyes with childlike embarrassment – the sight of his cock standing proud and gently flexing having jolted her to the core.

She squirms where she stands – can feel the slick slide of her labia as she gets her panties sticky with her excitement.

“Ah… I think… yes. Be a good boy, archer. Get them wet for me, will you?”

Her fingers part and she peeks out, staring at the sight of Hanzo eagerly sucking in two thick fingers, eyes closed and cheeks flushed a dark red. Mercy can… god, she can see his tongue eagerly dipping out between the digits – getting them liberally wet for the woman still holding him down with one arm, tattoos bulging with the flex of her muscles.

“To the victor go the spoils,” Zarya purrs when she pulls her hand away, the tips of her fingers connected to Hanzo’s lower lip for just a second longer before the string of saliva breaks.

Mercy feels like she is about to combust in her scrubs when she watches Zarya ignore Hanzo’s cock in favor of sliding lower.

God… god… she’d never thought… she’d never imagined…

She watched, breathlessly, as Hanzo’s thighs started quivering, the short stumps beneath his knees restlessly moving and giving her a play-by-play of when exactly he got breached.

“Not weak here, are you? Gripping me so tight… you train these muscles often, archer?”

There’s a sly grin on Zarya’s that Mercy wants to lick off. She can’t bring herself to move even an inch.

Also imagine Lucio so. Determined. To deepthroat even the biggest dicks, even if he just touched the first dick that wasn’t his own a week ago. Reaper and Jesse have to work so damn hard to help him take it more slow. Maybe divert his attention to like Hanzo or someone else with a smaller dick to start out with.

(oh god those two assholes so would throw the others in front of the bus. ahahaha)

“C-c’mon, sweetheart. Not…you’re too fast, you’re gonna hurt yourself.”

McCree is sweating bullets and his spurs jingle as he moves his feet restlessly; scuffs his boots against the wall because Lùcio might not be the best at sucking cock yet, but he was definitely enthusiastic about it.

McCree choked on a groan when the kid pushed forward yet again, only to choke the second the sticky head lightly touches his uvula. Jesse can’t get those soft, wet sounds out of his head. He’s hearing them at night, when he’s half asleep and rubbing an idle hand against his dick.

“Sh… shoot,” he hisses, one hand against Lùcio’s forehead, pushing the kid away. There’s a thick string of saliva connecting the head of his dick to Lùcio’s tongue and the sight makes him honest-to-goodness whimper. The kid is going to be the death of him.

“Easy now,” he drawls, thumb and forefinger circling the base of his cock. Lùcio is grinning and rubbing the back of his hand across his mouth. He is flushed dark but doesn’t look self-conscious. Just eager.

Always so fucking eager.

Jesse needs to catch a breath and just rubs the tip against Lùcio’s soft goatee. At least he was sitting back on his haunches and let him rest for a while; big brown eyes looking up, patiently letting McCree smear his dick all over his face and looking like he loved every second of it.

Fuck, but the little whore was in love with dick.

“You need to calm down a little, sweetheart,” he mumbles, thumb rubbing across Lùcio’s bottom lip. “I ain’t gonna run away. Not when you’re makin’ love to my cock so sweet.”

Lùcio grins, eyes scrunching up in the motion. He was bouncing a little on his knees and McCree could feel his own start aching just from watching. God, but he was getting old.

“Take your time, alright? Don’t wanna hurt yourself, now…” And, when he carefully let Lùcio forward to mouth at the very tip, mumbled into his scruffy beard, “Reyes ‘s gonna kill me if ya hurt yourself.”

I love you and you are wonderful, please write more on the sick junkrat thing. I’m crying, that shit is my life. Praise the boi. Pet the boi

“Boy, that sucks,” Lùcio commiserates as he carefully lowers himself next to Junkrat on the couch. Junkrat, for his part, doesn’t react for a few seconds, then seems to register that he is spoken to and squints at Lùcio warily.

“What does?”

Lùcio frowns and points at him, “That you’re sick, my dude. Sucks.”

Junkrat purses his lips, eyes still squinting. He’s as leery of Lùcio’s sympathy as a deer with one leg in a trap. His quiet contemplation is almost… creepy.

“If I can do anything for you… just say the word, right?” Lùcio prompts, knees bouncing nervously. He’s never spoken a lot to Junkrat – there wasn’t much to say, usually. The guy didn’t seem to listen half the time anyway, preferring to giggle about one thing or another which was equally unnerving as his quiet solitude right now.

“Roadie checks in on me.”

“Oh. Right.”

That seems to be it for a few minutes – only disrupted by Junkrat’s coughs that rattled his thin chest. His head was sagging forward as Lùcio watched – eyes getting heavy beneath the bushy eyebrows.

He looks utterly exhausted and unwilling to give in to his body’s needs. Instead, he jerks out of it whenever he is on the precipice, throws Lùcio an almost irritated gaze and just keeps sitting curled up.

After a while, Lùcio unclips his booster from his belt and fiddles with the controls. It doesn’t take long until he puts it face down on the low table, soft waves of the usual healing rhythm thumping against the wood.

He sees Junkrat staring at the booster, and when he doesn’t say anything, Lùcio offers, “Maybe it’ll help. Y’know. Can’t hurt, right?”

Another ten minutes pass by with the music soft and relaxing – and then Junkrat shifts, crawling closer and putting his head with an exhausted sigh against Lùcio’s shoulder.

He doesn’t say a word of thanks, but Lùcio feels on top of the world anyway.

Jack and Gabriel trying to nurse on Reinhardt’s dick while he’s trying to sleep, and they make a competition of it; Whomever can get Reinhardt to cum, gets to sleep in the same bed as him. And everyone knows Reinhardt is a sweetie, and likes to cuddle and spoon whomever is in his bed, cause he’s a big ol’ softie. And, doesn’t mind Jack and Gabriel’s affections, because it gets them to be ‘friendly’ with each other. Even if in competition.

Jack is all soft kisses and loving it, maybe a little more than he should. Gabriel is all sloppy makeout sessions and drooling licks, especially when he tries to take Reinhardt’s tip into his mouth, and deepthroat him, which would of course stop Jack from doing anything more. But, along the way, his throat tightens and constricts, making him damn near choke himself, and he has to come up for air, and mutter a few curses. But, Reinhardt shushes him, and drags a meaty hand across his head with a-

with a smile. Nobody really wins, except Gabriel, in a way. Reinhardt just pulls him up into his thick arms, hugs him with a cheery laugh, and drags him in to bed. Jack might be a little mad, but Gabriel seems a bit happy, even if he shows it as a pouting, aggressive sort of ‘stop hugging me so damn hard!’ way.

Reinhardt groans, one arm thrown across his eyes. He is bone tired and his boys are not letting him rest.

He can feel them, sitting warm and heavy on either side of his hips, arguing with barely muted voices over the treat they both want for themselves.

There are lips at his cock and wet, eager tongues lapping at him – and there’s no way he could sleep when his toes are tingling and Jack and Gabriel are practically crawling on top of his body, trying to push the other to the side.

Reinhardt can hear the wet, suckling sounds of their lips meeting at the swollen head of his dick, biting impatient kisses into each other’s mouth. He lets them play – until he feels the edge of sharp teeth lightly scratching his skin, at which point his arm shoots down and he curls thick fingers into short hair and pulls the perpetrator away.

“Careful now,” he rumbles and peeks down just in time to see Gabriel’s shit eating grin as he uses his chance to curl a long, serpentine tongue around Reinhardt’s cock before popping the broad head in.

Jack looks petulant and unhappy where he’s held at bay by Reinhardt’s hand.

“He pushed me,” he mumbles, contrite and ashamed, and Reinhardt lets him go with a gentle pat to his cheek. Jack proceeds to lie his head onto one of Reinhardt’s massive thighs, lapping with a soft, warm tongue at the deeply furrowed scar on his right hip. He is eyeing Gabriel’s shameless sucking with envy.

Gabriel, for his part, takes it too far too fast – just as usual. His body becomes unfocused in his eagerness, hands morphing into claws that scratch just this side of painful against Reinhardt’s belly as he tries to fuck his throat onto the gratifyingly thick cock and promptly chokes on it.

Reinhardt watches Gabriel’s nostrils flare, tears shooting to his eyes as he first tries to push through it with fierce determination but soon has to relent, coughing and spluttering as he off.

Jack snorts and mumbles something Reinhardt can’t quite catch, and Gabriel looks miserable even though he tries not to show it, cheek rubbing against the wet head of Reinhardt’s dick, eyes wet from the choking.

“Ahh… C’mere,” Reinhardt sighs, urging him up with coaxing fingers beneath his chin as he feels Jack settle triumphantly between his thighs and nuzzling affectionately against the treat that was all his now.

“Ridiculous boys…”

@hon-art take a small young!McCree getting wrecked by thighs and ass.

Reyes slams McCree to the wall, arm at his throat and pressing in until the kid is flushed and gasping for air.

“You think you’re hot shit, don’t you, pendejo?”

McCree’s face crunches up, hands clawing at Reyes’ arm. He’s flushed and his eyes a little too glassy – probably has had too much punch already.

“C’mon, pardner,” he whines, “it’s the goddamn Christmas party. I thought I had a wish or somethin’?”

A death wish more like; Reyes narrows his eyes at the new one – freshly off the hook. Having dodged jail by the skin of his teeth seems to have given him an extra boost of confidence – it was the only explanation Gabriel had to this ingrate slapping his ass at the buffet table and telling him in a slur and with an infuriatingly charming grin: “My wish is ta get buried between those cheeks, commander.”

“You’re a fucking idiot,” Reyes tells him low; almost gentle with a kind of regret that makes McCree blink stupidly at him. He was a pretty enough kid – only had shit for brains, it seems.

It only takes a second to have him on the ground, groaning and rubbing the back of his head – and then crying out in confused alarm when the world goes dark as his commander takes a seat right on his face, rubbing his taint and balls against the bridge of his nose.

“Get to work,” Reyes growls, thighs clamping down around McCree’s ears until the kid is whining into his ass crack and desperately clawing at his back.

“Get to work, damn you!” Reyes hisses, grinding down and dragging his hole across a protesting, babbling mouth. He reaches down and pinches McCree’s nose shut until the kid finally gets with the program and starts licking out of sheer animal desperation.

A few seconds later he is moaning like a whore, clawing fingers loosening until he can hold big, comfortable hand fulls of his commander’s ass.

Reyes sighs and closes his eyes, hips gently rocking on top of McCree’s face. The kid was a sloppy eater and got tired too fast – but he’d train that out of him soon enough.

yo! small Shimadacest beneath the cut! Please don’t read if you are not comfortable with that.

Based off of this pic by @ch4tte after asking for permission 😀

“G-Genji!”

Hanzo sounds so horrified, and when Genji peeks over his shoulder, he’s sitting there frozen in shocked indecision. Like he still can’t believe his little brother was lewd enough to let him watch his fingers slip around and into the flushed little slit of his opening.

His hands, Genji notices, are clamped around his cock, as if trying to shield it from view – or maybe he just needs to hold on to something for comfort while he shamefully stared at his little brother’s ass; the way it opened up around his experienced fingers; the round, soft sack of his balls swaying just beneath.

Because he hadn’t… stopped watching, that is. Hanzo liked sounding scandalized and horrified with Genji’s every action. He liked being indignant, because being contrary to Genji meant being the older brother. The more responsible one. At least in Hanzo’s mind.

It didn’t make him look away from his brother’s lewd display, however; and it didn’t make him stand up and leave the room, telling Genji he would not play along with his quick, little idea.

The thing was, that Hanzo obviously was intrigued. He leave because he didn’t want to leave. He wanted to stay and watch and see how depraved his little brother could get.

“I think I’m ready,” Genji pants. His head feels hot and his sight is swimming in and out of focus. They both groan when he pulls out his fingers and they hear the resulting wet pop. Hanzo looks mortified and turned on from the wet, little sounds – the soft gape of his brother’s hole – and Genji can see how he’s practically strangling his cock. The poor tip is already flushed dark.

“C’mon. Now or never.” Genji wriggles his ass; tries to make his hole wink for Hanzo. He’s not sure Hanzo would even see it. He was staring at him but had a slightly glazed expression in his eyes that seemed to be far away.

“Onii-chan,” Genji wheedles. He goes down onto his elbows and arches his back down. He can feel the cool air of the room against his wet hole and it is as exciting as it is uncomfortable. He is shivering and needy and even though he tries to not let it show, it is embarrassing to have his older brother stare like that.

He kind of wants to reach back again; at least curl his fingers around the soft swell of his balls and shield them from Hanzo’s scrutinizing, intense gaze.

Genji wonders what it would take to finally get Hanzo to do it – whether there even was something that would succeed – when suddenly there is movement behind him and a moment later he nearly gets pushed flat onto his face by his brother’s body draping across his back.

Genji wants to laugh and jeer in excitement – he doesn’t say anything. Hanzo’s cock has found his hole with sheer dumb luck, the very tip slotting against the wet gape of his slit.

Hanzo – apparently shocked by just the small contact – involuntarily jerks his hips forward, sliding in a couple centimeters that spread his little brother around the flared tip of his cock.

Genji can’t breathe. Hanzo is panting above him like a little, scared bird.

“I-It’s okay,” Genji stutters breathlessly. His ears are ringing. He thinks he needs to soothe Hanzo and calm him down and – Hanzo is jerking again. Fucking forward into his brother, his balls touching Genji’s. He’s in to the hilt and Genji can feel the gentle burn of the stretch warm him down to his toes and up into his belly.

Hanzo is hunched over him, forehead pressed against the nape of his neck; a high, almost scared whimpering sliding from his throat.

Genji involuntarily thinks about the ‘official’ Hanzo. The one that sat pretty and unreachable to his father’s left side, surveying the table with aloof intelligence.

It was hard to reconcile him with the creature rutting into him with little, harsh jerks of his hunched hips. Genji loved to know that he was the only one that ever saw his brother like this.

Hot headed. Clumsy. Drowning in his own body’s need.

“G-Genji,” Hanzo stuttered. Genji could feel his arm curling around his hip, hand curling against his chest and holding on for dear life. For comfort.

Genji struggled back onto his hands, pushing up his brother’s weight lying heavy across his back.

Hanzo’s cock was a big, warm presence inside his belly; rutting rabbit quick and setting his nerve endings on fire.

“Brother!” Genji whined, elbows shaking and belly tightening with fire.

Hanzo was fucking like the devil was behind them. His face, mashed into the nape of Genji’s neck out of embarrassment, felt almost unbearably hot.

Genji wondered excitedly if he would hold on long enough to make Genji come as well – or whether he could make Hanzo suck his balls afterwards while he jerked off onto his face.

He was sure he would be able to talk his big brother into it. Hanzo always pretended like he hated Genji’s ideas – but in the end he went along with them every single time.