Jesse/Hanzo/Reaper/Soldier76 – continuation of this – loss of virginity; chubby mccree; insecurity; rimming; DP – The guys seem hellbent on making Jesse lose his mind.

Jack is still so very hard when he pulls out carefully, his face contorted in what looks like intense pain but has to be something else because he proceeds to jerk off very carefully. They all grab at Jesse and roll him onto his back. He wants to feel guilty about how brick red Jack’s dick is, conspicuously wet until about half of the fat shaft, but it is difficult to have coherent thoughts when he still feels floaty and warm and soft from his orgasm.

Jesse stares at the first cock that’s been spreading him open while the muscles in his belly are still contracting, and wonders dimly how that monster has managed to fit in him. His hole feels tender and impossibly swollen; like his rim has to pout grotesquely after just the bit of not-quite-fucking it received, and when Jack’s hand wanders between his thighs, his fingers gently touching him, he wants to squirm away in a first embarrassed knee-jerk reaction.

Jack does not look like he’s particularly concerned or disgusted of what he is feeling, though; his wide, blunt fingers hook into Jesse’s hole just-like-that, sliding in deep on the wetness he’s managed to fuck into him, and Jesse makes a weird croaking sound.

There is motion all around him.

Gabriel is moving down his side, and leaning above his cock – still so stubbornly chubby as if he hadn’t already come twice in an embarrassingly short amount of time – but before he can watch him open his mouth and get his slippery tongue out against Jesse’s dick again, Hanzo is shoving himself in his view.

The archer has been surprisingly reserved; generous, even, given the fact he’d graciously given Jesse his tongue, dragging it wet and warm across his dick, and, from the look of a bit of cum still at the corner of his mouth and the wet glisten of his beard, also lapping it up dutifully after getting all that thick warm cream pumped all over his lips and chin.

His dark eyes are glistening as he studies Jesse – especially his wide mouth and strong jaw, and when he moves again, it is to throw one of his thighs across Jesse’s head and presenting him with an up-close and personal view of his tight ass and the delicious arch of his back.

“I think we have babied you enough,” Jesse can hear his faintly accented voice, cool and superior sounding just the way he does out on the practice range. Jesse stares, watching as Hanzo reaches back and grabs at his ass, spreading the cheeks and showing the delicious little clench of his hole to Jesse who just stares, mouth soft and open in a surprised little ‘o’. “It is time you earned your keep, don’t you think?”

Hanzo has turned his head, peeking down over his shoulder at Jesse. Haughty. Jesse stares back up, rabbit caught in the headlights, mouth working soundlessly.

Finally he can get out a rough “What-” but before he can fully ask, Hanzo sits down on his face and everything becomes dark and warm.

He panics for a moment when he can’t *breathe* but his body gets the gist before his brain does and he opens his mouth wide and gets his tongue out. He can just about get enough oxygen while he shyly tongues at Hanzo’s hole.

Everything is a lot more confusing when his world is narrowed down to the dark confines of Hanzo’s ass. Even his hearing is muffled by the muscular thighs practically clenched around his ears. It has something… comforting, almost – there’s nothing too complicated about licking an ass and Jesse does not have to fret about whether his belly is scrunched up in a fatty fold or whether the others can see how the chub on his hips jiggles when he carefully rounds Hanzo’s hole with the tip of his tongue.

He can feel hands hooking behind his knees and pulling his legs up high until his hips curve off of the bed. There’s the sensation of someone awkwardly sliding underneath him from the side. He stops licking, just huffing wet and warm against Hanzo Shimada’s pretty cunt, trying to make his muddled brain figure out what they’re up to.

There are fingers at his hole. Dully, he is aware of how it is presented to the room; how all of them must have a pretty great view of how flushed and pouty it is after his very first dicking. Someone grabs his balls and gently pushes them out of the way. He can hear them talking.

The fingers in his hole tug, opening it up, and Jesse whines until Hanzo grinds his ass down on him. He can hear his distinct, deep voice bark something – probably ‘get on with it’ – and continues his licking, though a lot more distracted now.

He whimpers when a cock slides into him; awkward and from below, but still fat and enough to make him whimper – and then there is *another* touch at his rim, blunt and swollen, and his breath hitches, then stops when a second dick is trying to cram its way in alongside the first.

Jesse’s body reacts on instinct, his legs kicking until two pairs of hands start restraining him. He howls but Hanzo grinds his ass down until he feels like his nose has to break sooner or later. He suffocates in Shimada’s ass while the guys carefully try to spread his tender hole on their fat dicks. Tears spring up in Jesse’s eyes. He is sure it can’t fit. It *hurts*, but someone is squeezing copious amounts of lube into him until he feels embarrassingly sloppy and everything just… *slides*.

He whines into Hanzo’s ass, hiccuping every now and then. He feels like a swollen wound; like he is about to burst or something. Everything is hot and achy and his brain is a bit muddled from low-key panic as the men try to fuck him on two cocks but only just about manage to spread him on the tips.

He can hear a strangled voice ‘too tight… fuck… just jerk off into him…’ and then another ‘I want to fill him up this time’.

His balls are pulsating. They feel as full and ripe as they had minutes earlier. Jesse feels like he has to go insane. There is no way he can come again. His cock is *soft*.

But again, the tide of an orgasm is slowly rising.