yo. almost kind of crack? virgin!McCree getting a blowjob from Hanzo…
OR DOES HE?!
“Ah… A-A-Ah don’t know about this, pardner,” McCree mumbled, studiously staring at the ceiling instead of at Hanzo crouched between his thighs, fingers working on his belt.
When Hanzo looks up at him, annoyed at McCree’s… everything, he sees him quickly dart a glance at his chest, then looking away once more with his scruffy cheeks getting darker with a furious blush.
Hanzo squints at him; confused at McCree’s sudden bashfulness after weeks and weeks of little playful innuendos and harmless flirting – and then that shower last week in which Hanzo had gotten a glimpse of what Jesse was packing and his idle interest had fanned into a sudden, white hot fire of want.
“What is there not to know about?” he asks sharp, unwilling to play along with whatever little game McCree was thinking of now. His hand was on the big, warm bulge of McCree’s cock. He could smell the warm body and faint sweat; saliva flooding his mouth as he thought about the salty tang he’d have on his tongue in a few moments. How wide the meaty cock would spread him open, how heavy it would be on his tongue.
“Ah’m not quite… Ah mean…” His eyes flick down again, staring at Hanzo’s face peering up at him regal and handsome, then slide farther down to stare at his chest. He stops speaking and just looks at Hanzo’s pecs. He seems transfixed by the fact that he could see both after Hanzo had slipped out of his yukata.
A smug, little grin tugged at the corners of Hanzo’s mouth. He hid it behind the whiskers of his beard by tilting his head forward and over McCree’s crotch.
The shorts were already damp when Hanzo petted across it, getting himself riled up and excited by the contours of McCree’s dick. He slipped curious fingers through the slit in the front, and warm humidity greeted him, apart from coarse, thick pubes that he gave a gentle scratch around the thick base of the cock which had McCree jerking and nearly knee him in the ribs.
“McCree.”
“S-Sorry. Uh. Sorry. Yeah. Alright. So this is… happenin’, I guess?”
Hanzo grunted in affirmation, not paying too much attention to McCree himself because he finally made acquaintance with what he’d wanted to meet for days now. McCree’s cock practically leaped into his hand; sliding between his fingers silky and strong as Hanzo gingerly freed it from his boxers.
He sat back on his haunches, thumb idly rubbing just beneath the swollen, dark head. McCree’s cock was gorgeous, he was almost loathe to admit; flexing in his grip, skin feeling tacky with the pre-cum dribbling from the slit.
Hanzo felt an excited sizzle in his belly at seeing how wet McCree got. He should’ve known the American would be… ah… messy.
“Disgusting,” he murmured, voice thrumming with excitement. He leaned forward, daintily tonguing at the wet head, the saltiness of the pre-cum exploding on his taste buds. He could feel the muscles in his shoulders start to loosen.
Sucking cock always relaxed Hanzo.
A choked-off sound from above had him slant his gaze upwards, not too interested in McCree’s silliness now that he finally had his hands on his prize.
What he saw, though, gave him a little pause; enough so to draw slightly back, eyebrows drawn together in mild annoyance. McCree wasn’t even looking at him anymore. In fact, he’d crammed his silly hat onto his face, inhaling – as far as Hanzo could tell – heavily into it’s confines in between high, doggishly whining sounds.
Why wasn’t he looking at him? What was wrong with this silly cowboy?
Hanzo huffed, both hands now around McCree’s cock, idly squeezing it a little between his palms.
“McCree. Look at me.”
“Ah’d… rather not,” he groaned behind his hat. He wasn’t sitting still, either. His hips were moving as if trying to twist away; wriggling a little, then nudging up as if shyly trying to fuck between Hanzo’s fingers.
“Don’t be an idiot,” Hanzo snapped. He waited for McCree to finally push his hat back where it belonged and gingerly peek down at him with glassy eyes, before he was satisfied and leaned forward once more, satisfied that he had an audience.
His belly clenched tight in need, finally able to get his lips around McCree and suck his delightful cock. He’d take his time. Savor this moment and make McCree stop with his antics so he’d…
Everything happened so fast, though. Hanzo barely registered the pained whine above him before McCree’s cock jerked in the strangling grip of his hands, cum splashing out in lazy, messy dribbles that hit Hanzo’s chin and throat just as much as the knuckles of his frozen hands.
He stared, dumbfounded, at McCree’s cock. He could feel cum soaking into his beard and sliding down his skin.
“Oh… d-damn… S-Sorry, pardner,” McCree stuttered. Hat in his hands once more, holding it in front of his chest.
“…What.”
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