I really wanted to find a more elegant solution to work my hc for this into the fic but to do that would’ve necessitated to write a bigger thing which is not going to happen lol
so my hc for this is that daddy Shimada had Hanzo genetically enhanced with cat genes for dat ninja boost yo. side effects included Hanzo developing certain feline characteristica :O
McCree liked leaving his long glove on when he… well… when he bred Hanzo. (He supposed that was the most fitting word for what they were doing when Hanzo was like this. Growling and arching beneath him; trying to get him to fuck him just as much as he was trying to scratch his eyes out if McCree wasn’t on top of his game.)
Hanzo liked to bite, and McCree liked to preserve his one remaining hand, so the glove was a welcome necessity. Hanzo could sink his sharp fangs into the leather and hold on, silky black ears laid back flat against his head as he got fucked, mounted, bred by McCree.
He still couldn’t quite believe it. Even bend across Hanzo’s sweaty back, one arm shoved against his mouth to give him something to bite while the other one was curled around his heaving belly, not letting him get away – McCree still couldn’t believe that this was real. There was a black, agile tail writhing against his stomach, looking for the best position to lie in, and oh boy hadn’t that been a surprise the first time he got Hanzo out of his wide, loose clothes.
Hanzo’s in heat, he thought sometimes, indistinctly and without really thinking about what that really meant. Hanzo’s body was a warm, insistent clutch around his cock, sucking him in in in and working him over with needy, slick muscles that clenched down and massaged but were loathe to let him go again.
His whole body was a trap; pretty and laid out, writhing just for Jesse’s benefit – or so he thought – and freezing on the spot with Hanzo growling low and threatening whenever he dared to actually touch; trying to sample the goods laid out before him.
It was the most delicious kind of torture.
Hanzo wanted to get filled up and warmed from the inside; a strange animal need telling him to produce offspring even if that was impossible, and he magnanimously allowed McCree to help him.
McCree was nothing but an assistant to Hanzo’s greed, and he couldn’t say that he was put out by it, even if he thought that just one kiss to the back of Hanzo’s neck wouldn’t be the end of the world, would it?
One hand stroking through his hair, giving comfort when Hanzo’s little sex sounds started to turn desperate and a little afraid of his own body’s gluttonous need, wouldn’t hurt, now… would it? (and maybe, just maybe, rubbing one of those silky ears between his fingers for once?)
Hanzo didn’t seem to be on the same page. He rutted back, mindless and eager, fucking himself onto McCree’s dick and yowling his need into the room after finally letting go of Jesse’s pounding arm. It sounded dissonant and melodious at the same time; just as contradictory as the whole recalcitrant creature he had shivering beneath him.
How did one go about taming himself a feline?
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