He is fiddling with the delicate heads of his arrows, but she can see his dark eyes peeking at her. He wants to be sneaky and don’t seem too needy but D.Va has had figured him out ages ago. She knows he has been staring since she crawled out of her MEKA and has been half hard since she purposefully walked close past him – letting him feel the heat radiating off of her body and catch a whiff of the sweat she had worked up.

“Come,” she says, not bothering to modulate her voice into something more quiet, finger crooking in a beckoning gesture at him. McCree looks up from cleaning Peacekeeper, puppy attentive to her voice, and realizes he is not meant. “I need help to get out of my suit.”

Hanzo’s face darkens and he glances around the hangar. Some are looking, faces knowing. Others are ignoring what is happening. He flushes a shameful red but follows her anyway into a small bathroom.

She doesn’t need help getting in and out of her suit, but she lets him peel her out of it anyway; pushes it roughly to her hips so her small, firm tits bounce.

He doesn’t care for them and she laughs at his eagerness and how single-minded he is when he pushes beneath one of her arms to get at the sweaty tangle in her armpit, a low grunt rattling from him.

D.Va lets him push her against the cool wall of the bathroom and kiss and nuzzle her pits just because he’s been good today and deserves a little reward.

“You’re a disgusting, old man,” she chides and giggles, knee lifting into his warm crotch where his cock is hard and excited.