lone wolf!hanzo – Cyberrat Writes

Another little something for @toastedtwink ‘s delicious drawings. (since the threesome won out over some Sidlink just so)

It doesn’t surprise Jesse that he likes to get his mouth all over the pups; after all, they taste even more delicious than they look, and he’ll never get tired of the sounds they make – or how vigorously they reciprocate on the times they can be bothered to stop being little pillow princesses and crawl all over him to show him their love.

But it does surprise him how much he enjoys simply kissing them. As lewd as they normally are – showing him with no hesitation where they want him to please them – they are almost sweetly clueless about kissing.

Okami can rarely be coaxed into the action as is, but Lone Wolf cautiously loves it; he thrives the attention and closeness, and – especially now that Okami is right next to them, still shivering and near-purring – the single-minded focus that Jesse will grant him.

McCree hums, carefully pulling fingers from clutching, needy bodies; watching as a line of the slick he used earlier draws out wet and obscene from the swollen rim of Lone Wolf that quickly closes into a soft, distracting pout.

A portion of it inevitably gets stuck in the soft, dark fur of his tail, though Jesse can’t dredge up too much guilt over it – after all, he’ll be able to sit and watch the pups groom themselves afterwards while enjoying a cigarillo.

When he crawls up and nudges his nose against Lone Wolf’s cheek, he almost expects Okami to rear up, jealous and unhappy with the lack of attention, but a quick glance to his side shows him the critter isn’t paying them any mind – rather he is stretching and lazying around, carding sharp claws through his long hair and untangling a few knots from it.

His luck.

Jesse cards a hand through Lone Wolf’s hair, scratching between his big ears and watching with a smirk how he shudders; still oversensitive and needy. His chest is heaving deliciously, nipples big and plump looking even without him having paid any attention to them yet.

He leans down, breathing against the corner of Lone Wolf’s mouth, and the pup, in turn, immediately licks at his cheek. He still does not have the hang of the whole kissing business, but he is doing his best, bless his heart.

Jesse chuckles and shows him again, big body blanketing him; feeling the sturdy frame beneath his, thick muscles round and firm, cock wet and half-hard as it gets squished between their bellies.

Lone Wolf whines at that, ears swiveling back, eyebrows twitching together into a worried little frown – as if he doesn’t enjoy the additional stimulation; that little bit of dull, delicious pain that makes him squirm and open his mouth, panting into the kiss and passive as Jesse suckles at his lower lip and hums.

Next to them, Okami is stirring slowly and making to roll over, stretching sinuously, muscles rippling. Their time for sweet little make-out sessions is quickly coming to an end, but Jesse is determined to make the best out of it until Okami starts getting impatient with them.

A smol thing for the first two panels of @toastedtwink fucking gorgeous drawings

Lone Wolf is holding his thighs open, helpful and overly eager even though he does not need to be: both his and Okami’s legs had fallen open hilariously easy for McCree, big bodies shivering in anticipation, big soft tails trying so very hard to keep wagging even trapped beneath their bulky bodies as they are.

Still – he is being a good boy, and Jesse appreciates it. He still can’t believe his luck getting both of these creatures to come begging for cock, but here he is: knuckles deep in both of them, feeling their hot, silky bodies clamp down and ripple with delicious experience – because while neither Okami, nor Lone Wolf are suited to cooperation with one another, they are both more than skilled in taking whatever McCree feels like giving out with self-indulgent generosity.

He had thought there might be problems having both of them simultaneously, but while they had indeed seized each other up warily, big ears swiveled back and muscles trembling in preparation to strike, they soon had come to an understanding that the energy was better spent on more… satisfying activities.

Jesse never ceases to marvel at how thirsty these little critters are for a good, deep dicking – or how easy they are for it:

already whining and softly yipping, bodies so close that Okami’s thigh is overlapping Lone Wolf’s, their gorgeous thick tits almost touching – especially with how Lone Wolf squeezes his between his round, impressive biceps; pushing them out and presenting them to Jesse.

Everything, just to entice him; to make him keep pleasuring them, fingers curled and rounding their plump, sensitive prostates until they are both whimpering, ears swiveling back and twitching as they clench their eyes and struggle to keep presenting: legs trying to close up as the lust swamps them fast and sure, egged on by Jesse’s deep fingering and low, crooning encouragement.

They are sweet little things when they are not stalking their territory and killing everybody and everything on sight: all they want is a bit of good loving; a couple innocent fingers enough to get them to mewl and clutch at the sheets – even Okami’s self-indulgent pose, stretched and with his arms behind his head, breaking to show how very close he is; tail trembling and thumping against the mattress.

They are so close to each other their hair is tangling between them, shoulders first bumping, then squishing together, bodies gravitating to one another naturally as Jesse patiently fucks them on his fingers, ignoring the insistent throb of his cock, fat and erect between his thighs as it juts out from his pants.

It almost looks like they want to grab on to each other; hold the other for dear life and support as Jesse slowly slips out and then back in once more; amused at how desperate they are even though he makes sure his rhythm is excruciatingly slow. They are so wet and silky inside; clinging to his fingers and trying to suckle him back in; to never let him go when he starts pulling back once more, rims an almost violent shade of pink, puffy and swollen, yet still he has trouble deciding on where to focus on: on their twin cocks, bobbing lovely in the air; their greedy holes so open and ready for him; or their faces, contorting and looking close to tears, their fingers secretly entwined as they try to hide them between their bodies.

He fantasizes about them making out for him: cuddling close and rubbing their magnificent tits together – but he doesn’t think they could make any more of a truce than they’ve already made. At least for the foreseeable future.

So he settles with making them come on his fingers; watch them loose it as they cry out for him, coming in sticky splashes over their own bodies, mouths wide open as they pant through their release.

It wouldn’t take long, he already knows; they both need more than one round to be satisfied. Before long one of them will crawl up to him and paw at his cock; nuzzle the tip and lap at it to endear them to him.

Make him choose them over the other.

And he is more than ready for it.