That’s it, keep cumming – mchanzo pls?

“Thaaat’s it,” McCree croons, eyes alight on Hanzo’s face. It is twisted, eyes clenched shut, teeth bared; glinting with sweat as he shudders, the impressive muscles of his belly clenching again and again. “Keep coming, babydoll.”

Hanzo’s hands are at his head, fingers curled into his palms. That he hasn’t tried to reach for Jesse yet – tried wrenching his hand away from his cock or push his fingers out from his ass – speaks volumes about the insane self-discipline of his submissive.

He can’t believe how much Hanzo is coming; how his cock hasn’t stopped lazily drooling cum for almost a minute now – the wet dick flexing in McCree’s loose grip as his fingers press against Hanzo’s prostate with unrelenting but gentle pressure, minutely rubbing to stimulate him.

There are tears at the corners of his eyes, and as Jesse watches, one tear rolls down his his temple, vanishing in his greying hair. He looks like he is being tortured; the pool of cum on his stomach widening and slipping in sticky drops down the sides of his shivering belly.

“Good boy. That’s it. Damn, babydoll… you were being so good for me, were you? Not touching your pretty cock for days, just like I said… look how much you can come for me.”

Hanzo’s jaw unclenches for just a moment; long enough to let him sob, his head throwing back, throat stretched and bulging, flushing a dark red as he keeps coming on Jesse’s finger, his body shaking and hips jerking in small thrusts up and back; jittery as if he were being electrocuted – more tears slipping from his eyes.

“Just a little longer,” Jesse croaks, boyishly fascinated by Hanzo’s absolute submission. “Just a tiny bit longer.”

“You’re so beautiful, all spread out like this, just for me.” McReyes please <3

@zacklover24 said: “

Come sit on my lap pet Mcreyes”

“You’re so beautiful, all spread out like this, just for me,” Jesse purrs. He is sitting in his boss’ chair, and Gabriel can’t take his eyes off of him, even spread out on his desk as he is; big fist around his big, hard cock.

Jesse has gotten big since working in Blackwatch; filled out until the chair looked like it had to be begging for mercy; thighs thick and arms corded with muscle, and dark with hair.

His hands are so very big in their dark leather gloves. Gabriel thinks about how they would feel spanking him, and he can’t help but shiver – doesn’t know whether it is from longing or fear.

He is a little afraid of Jesse’s huge, capable hands, and the sudden knowledge makes his mouth run dry.

“Come sit on my lap, pet,” Jesse murmurs, dark eyes heavy lidded, wide mouth curled in a lazy smirk. He doesn’t comment on how clumsy Gabriel is in his haste to get down from the desk and up into Jesse’s space – he merely spreads his legs wider; creating a nice, broad seat for Gabriel to make himself comfortable in; his hard cock rubbing against the rough fabric of Jesse’s shirt.

His breath hitches when Jesse’s hands land on his ass; large and warm even through the black leather of his gloves. They’re gentle; squeezing and holding on as Jesse hooks his scruffy chin across Gabriel’s shoulder and rubs one hand slowly up his back.

“Sshhh… you looked like a dear caught in the headlights,” he rumbles, other hand affectionately squeezing Gabriel’s ass. “No need to worry one bit. Got something nice planned for ya. Because you’ve been such a good boy.”

Gabriel shudders and leans into him.

“Shh, I’m going to keep you safe.” Mchanzo?

McCree eases the thumb off the button and hooks one arm around Hanzo’s chest, pulling him up – helping him ride out the shock of the seizing muscles.

“Shh,” he whispers into his ear, nosing stray strands of hair out of the way, “I’m going to keep you safe.”

It was maybe horrible of him to say it; especially considering what he was doing to Hanzo, but… it did have the desired effect: Hanzo calming down and carefully uncurling his cramped fingers. Jesse listens to him take a rattling, shuddering breath and presses a kiss against his sweaty temple before raising the baton again, pressing the tip into Hanzo’s side.

The man jerks preemptively, breath hitching audibly, hips jerking with his cock slapping wet and swollen against his lower belly – then Jesse pushes the button and the seizing starts all over again.

Hanzo is nearly silent as his muscles shiver out of his control. His head gets thrown back against Jesse’s shoulder. Foam starts building at the corners of his mouth, and Jesse coos at him the whole time – keeps him hugged tightly to his body while pressing the baton against his side.

“I got you,” he croons at him, hand travelling lower, taking a hold of Hanzo’s cock. He stops the stream of electricity just as abruptly as he started it. “I got you. Good boy. Yes, that’s a good boy right there.”

Hanzo has no control over his body. He is helpless to Jesse’s every whim and can only whine softly in the back of his throat when Jesse starts to jerk him off.

“Good boy,” he repeats, low and harsh, voice full of affection as he presses kisses against the side of Hanzo’s sweaty face and lets him come into the warm cup of his hand.