A lil naughty something for @ikkanoodles frankly hot as fuck pics because… hhh… HHHHHHHHHH

The kid had been sweet on him since they met a couple weeks ago.

Oh, he tried not to show it; was pouting through long meetings with his old pa, sitting next to him in a sharp suit and looking like a million bucks, but McCree had been long enough in the game to know when someone was interested. Especially someone as young as the Shimada heir, those dark dark eyes slanting towards him any chance he got, trying to look bored and just managing to look a little less than stupidly eager.

McCree had been also long enough in the game to know when to act on it and when to just… let it simmer. He’d been like that once, too; cock perpetually wet and half-hard, ready and more than eager to shoot off at the slightest show of interest. God but had he been horny and primed for it 24/7.

He could also see the appeal in it, if he were being honest; a rugged older guy, laid back, calm, seemingly knowing what he was doing (and damned was that a good bluff on his part). He’d probably fallen for it if he’d been like that little heir: pretty and prissy and trying to step out of his father’s shadow while being flanked by a flock of guards.

He definitely didn’t feel obligated to dissuade the young man.

McCree was a lot of things – a drunk and lazy bastard first and foremost – but he was definitely not stupid.

If the kid sneaked into his hotel room every night, outwitting his guards and bringing bottles of booze with him… he’d not be the one to rat him out to the old guy.

Oh no. Definitely not.

He could get used to it, really. That nervous, buzzing energy radiating off the young man when he tried for the umpteenth time to find a good opening to climb onto Jesse’s sturdy lap; when he got sloshed on the booze and became a needy, hot panting mess, lips wet and greedy as he wiped that quick-tempered mouth against the scruffy beard on Jesse’s jaw, fingers weakly fumbling at his shirt, then whining high and breathless and seemingly dumbfounded every single time when his knuckles pressed into McCree’s chest, broad and warm and sturdy as the rest of him, the hairs crinkling against his shirt until it tickled…

He liked making out with the kid. He was so… appreciative of McCree, quick, smart hands grabbing at him as he squirmed his way between the older man’s thighs, rutting against the warm, inviting V of them until he was moaning soft and wet against McCree’s lips, trying to keep up with the slow, hypnotic drag of his lips and utterly failing.

By the time he came, shuddering through his quick, overeager little orgasm and clutching at McCree’s shoulders, McCree would be nicely buzzed and half-hard, one leg curled around the back of Hanzo’s thigh and letting him ride it out nice and easy.

He’d had to teach him how to enjoy a kiss; stop him from the wet, needy press of small, suckling kisses to really appreciate the slow drag of a tongue and the rasp of a beard that got his chin and cheeks pink.

His voice was deep and gorgeous already, but he preferred to let Jesse talk. He gruffly ordered him to, even, pressing close and gazing at him from beneath dark eyelashes, his little come-hither look already perfected to an art.

He liked listening to Jesse’s lazy little compliments, to his inane babbling – became warm and affectionate for it – and Jesse couldn’t say that he minded too much. Jesse was, when it came down to it, a man that liked the sound of his own voice, after all.

He even got used to waking up with the little heir in his bed, and how crazy was that? Having that warm silky skin pressed up to him, a round, small ass snuggled tight into the crook of his hips. Hanzo most often than not was awake before him, and all he could think of why he would stay put and quiet was that he liked his low, deep snoring and the stiflingly hot, heavy blanket of his body against his back.

That, and – damn was he just greedy for Jesse’s cock. Tried every opportunity he got to tickle it to life; make it go big and hard for him to play with; and while Jesse usually was lazy enough not to get more than half-hard – just have the kid have a taste of it, let his obviously overactive imagination do the rest and watch him go glassy eyes and short-breathed…

… he definitely had to notice that today he woke up more… amorous than usual, cock already wetting through his shorts, pressing up fat and robust against Hanzo’s ass while the kid tried to wriggle as inconspicuously as possible down on it, his flush already pinkening up his naked shoulders.

And boy was he lucky to have such a sweet little piece of candy…

“Well hello there, babydoll,” he drawls right into Hanzo’s ear, voice so deep and rugged from sleep, he can physically feel it rumble from his chest. “You ready for some fun?”

He wonders whether Hanzo could even understand his early morning half-asleep slur, but the young man is nodding eagerly enough.

Well then…

.o.

Hanzo’s legs are silky soft, and almost make him reconsider and just fuck into the warm space between them, if he didn’t have the distinct feeling that if he didn’t follow up on his promise, the kid would probably rip his cock off and take it as a trophy for how enamored he seemed to be with it.

So he just groped him a bit, hand large and rough as he cupped his ass and his thigh and squeezed them something good while the young man squirmed in front of him and became breathless and eager.

Jesse’s brain was still half-asleep and only thinking in primitive, sluggish bursts, letting him now when the feeling-up has gone on long enough and he should move on to other things, so it took him a while to figure out why it was strange to feel all that warm, silky skin against his body, squirming and heated and basically vibrating with eagerness: Hanzo was naked.

“Aren’tchu cold?” he murmurs and sleepily hooks his chin over the kid’s shoulder to look down his body – slim and muscled and toned in all the ways McCree wasn’t… all topped with the sweetest little dick straining up between those lush thighs, head dark pink and wet, flexing even as he was staring down.

Goddamn the kid was eager. Made high-pitched little sounds right from his throat that he tried to keep down as much as possible, just from getting felt up; have one large hand on his ass, squeezing, testing the give of the muscles – the other meaty arm shoved beneath his head to sleepily grope his tits which were practically pushing themselves into McCree’s palm.

“You already prepped?” he rumbles, fingers dipping between the cheeks and encountering Hanzo’s hole wet and soft and holy shit had he been doing this the whole time? Sneaking off in the early morning to finger himself needily in the en-suite bathroom, hoping Jesse would finally give in and dick him good and proper?

He groans wordlessly and drawn-out – wipes his mouth sloppily against Hanzo’s shoulder in a lazy half-assed kiss – and slowly pushes two fingers at once in, the slide deep and smooth and intrusive, his fingers thicker than Hanzo’s, especially around the bulky knuckles which he presses firmly into the velvety walls of his channel just a few centimeters in – and wouldn’tcha know it that does the trick already.

Hanzo doesn’t make any sound at all as he comes, arms clamping in a chokehold around the arm McCree has around his chest. He can feel the kid’s mouth against his biceps – wide open, the edges of his teeth pressing uselessly against his flesh as if he had wanted to bite and just forgot how to half-way through. His sleek, pretty cock is jerking between his desperately clenching thighs, pulsing out thin ropes of cum.

Jesse remains still as Hanzo milks him, thinking it will be enough to have the digits inside him – big and unrelenting and deep.

It’s when he hears Hanzo take a deep, rattling breath that he moves; murmurs a nonchalant “We good now? Ready for the next?” and starts moving in slow thrusts, pushes into the buttery soft clench of the tender muscles and pulls out slowly just to feel their wet clutch, then slides in back again while pressing his fingers into the spongy, silky walls that promise to hug his cock so well he gets a bit dizzy with the thought of it.

Hanzo whines but doesn’t protest. He’s still holding onto Jesse’s arm for dear life but is moving his knees up a little, giving himself and the gunslinger a better angle – and coincidentally making the soft drape of his spent dick slip between them as well, the oversensitive tip dragging against McCree’s thick wrist every now and then, making the kid gasp and squirm.

“Oh sweetheart. Darlin’. Babydoll.” He’s slurring. He’s horny and his eyelids are heavy and it’s hard not to doze away with how warm the kid is against his chest, how well his little virgin ass is keeping his fingers snug and comfy.

And he might have dozed off, too – might have just closed his eyes for a tad, because the next second he has Hanzo’s sharp elbow in his side and he is snuffling awake with a low grunt and eyes blinking disoriented and blurry.

“‘m awake, ‘m awake,” he mumbles, carefully pulling out his fingers and pawing at his shorts while hugging Hanzo a little closer to him with his other arm, trying to make up for his little lapse – and also contain eventual more elbows – until he finally manages to push his shorts down far enough to get his cock out…

… and then no more containment is needed because the moment his cock slaps heavy and a little wet against the curve of Hanzo’s ass and the bottom of his thighs, the young man becomes very still, except for the low vibration throughout his whole body.

“That what you want?” McCree mumbles, a small self-satisfied smirk on his face. Hanzo makes a strange sound at that, then squirms until he can reach down with one arm and get a hand on his ass – pull at the cheek to open himself up… or maybe try and reach farther down and curl it around McCree’s cock, he is not entirely sure.

What he is sure about is that Hanzo is getting almost laughably desperate, grinding down and wriggling around and trying is goddamned hardest to make Jesse finally stuff him – and who is he to deny him the treat?

“I gotcha, I gotcha,” Jesse soothes, croons, really, as he reaches down to grab his dick and give it a few lazy jerks, thumb pressing against the tip, knuckles brushing against Hanzo’s still messy cock in the process. He doesn’t think it’ll be soft for much longer – is almost sure it’ll come back to life as soon as he finally angles up enough to press the blunt tip of his cock against Hanzo’s opening; the wet little hole working furiously, mouthing at him, trying to pull him inside.

Goddamn but the kid was ridiculous in his eagerness.

“Calm down. I’ll give it to ya. There you go… There you…”

He forgets to finish the sentence, eyes falling closed again as he slowly works his hips, rocking, pushing, angling, making the soft muscles spread for the intrusion as he listens to Hanzo pant open mouthed, first quiet, then louder, then a little wheezing and bordering on panicked the wider he has to accommodate the thick tip of his cock.

Hanzo starts squirming the longer the initial push lasts; Jesse is taking his sweet ass time, hand still between their bodies, loosely curled around his cock, keeping it nice and steady as he rocks in. Every now and then his fingers will stretch and swipe the tips through the tacky mess of lube he pulled out with himself earlier earlier, rubbing it along the nervous clench of Hanzo’s rim and into the skin of his cock to easy the slip and slide some more.

When the thickest part of the glans finally pops in, he can feel Hanzo’s breath of relief. He turns his head and peeks at the side of the kid’s face, seeing how glassy his eyes were; wet with overstimulation, cheeks cherry red and mouth open wide to pull in enough air.

Jesse hums self satisfied and starts working his cock in for good, hips twisting, hunching, thick thighs tensing as he tries to cram his cock as gentle and patient as possible into the clutching orifice that had been so accommodating and eager when he fingered it earlier, but became less generous the deeper he fucked and made it stretch again around the fat girth of the middle of his hefty shaft.

Hanzo’s hands flew down, fingers claw-like in the meat of his thigh, his chest beneath Jesse’s restricting arm fluttering quick and bird like.

“Need a second?” Jesse asks lazily, hips still, cock pulsing and flexing within the warm channel. Hanzo nods, quick and sharp, body shuddering every now and then as his insides squeeze down on Jesse, obviously at war with simply accepting the enormous stretch and wanting to claw him open and make him go away.

He rides it out – almost falls fucking asleep again – as the kid drags up his nerves and finally unclenches his fingernails from Jesse’s leg and orders him with a shaky voice to “proceed”.

Even so – Jesse gathers up his arms, large hands around his wrists, and crosses them at his chest to keep him nice and compact and contained as he pushes in the rest of the way; making it quicker to reduce the panic he could practically taste bubbling in his young companion.

He grunts in relief when he is finally seated deep and snug, hips against Hanzo’s ass, feeling him squeeze and shiver all along the unrelenting girth of his cock.

Hanzo is making soft, fucked-out noises when he starts rocking; doesn’t even really fuck, just drags and slides a couple of centimeters along the warm clench and closes his eyes to sleepily enjoy the little piece of candy that has so willingly offered itself up for the better part of two weeks – and only a soft, high pitched “oh!” accompanied by the tight ripple of muscles against his cock alerts him to the fact that the young man came again, fast and sloppy and so easily primed for it that Jesse isn’t sure whether he’ll even get soft again before he’ll come a third time, speared on cock for the first time and obviously loving every second of it even if he’d been panicky in between.

He’s already taking it like a pro, now that the hardest part is over: is drooling happy and freely like a whore against Jesse’s biceps as he takes his cock, squeezing down lovingly every couple seconds as if making sure he was still there – was still spreading open his not-so-virgin hole, and was in the process of getting it sloppy and creamy with cum.

“Gonna fill you up,” he murmurs sleepily into Hanzo’s ear, the shell hot against his lips. “And then you gonna sit next to your daddy and let it keep you nice and warm. And when we all have a break and grab somethin’ to eat, you’re gonna steal that nice piece of ass into the restrooms because I think I might want to have a looksee for myself whether you were a good boy and kept it just as I told you to.

And if you’ve been a good boy, I might just have another warm, frothy load for you tonight. Gonna have to keep you nice and stretched now, after all, right? Not have that sweet little hole forget what I taught it today.”

take this very smol seadragon virgin Hanzo 😛 insp obviously by this pic from @ikkanoodles

Hanzo looks like he’s one wrong movement of Jesse’s away from plunging back into the sea and leaving the human sitting and frustratingly aroused – again.

Jesse halts where he kneels little more than an arm length away, eyes roving the gorgeous creature and trying not to fixate on the way his cocks had poked out; pearly white as the rest of his stunning tail, sliding out from their hidden sheathes, the slit a soft petal pink that playfully trailed down to his cloaca.

“Don’t go,” Jesse begs, biting his tongue when the sound makes Hanzo clutch his satchel of twinkling treasures tighter to his chest. The creature is watching him out of the corners of his dark eyes, mouth pulled into a little, pouty moue. His tail lifts, translucent fins glistening in the sun, then lets it splash noisily back into the water.

He’s as skittish as ever, but Jesse is determined to keep him close this time. He was so much different than Gabriel: Where Gabriel was almost difficult to shoo back into the brine and make him understand that their playdate was over (Gabriel had quite different opinions on who of the two was the one to end their little trysts), Jesse had to painstakingly watch his every move when around Hanzo to make sure the prissy creature wouldn’t dive right back in.

“You’re just a gorgeous thing aren’t you?” he coos, arm carefully stretching out beneath the troubled gaze. In his mind, he called Hanzo a princeling. He seemed just as fussy as one in any case. It had taken so long to even get him to come close – a lot of coaxing and the offering of a few shining coins, actually – and having him sit there, obviously just as affected and interested as Jesse was… it was like torture.

“You’re pretty pent up yourself, aren’t you? Liked watching me play with my cock?” It’s been his newest tactic; sitting a safe distance away, slowly jerking his cock and letting Hanzo watch; the curious, confused gaze of the creature almost enough for the moment. Hanzo’s eyes flicked down as if he understood, looking at Jesse’s cock hanging out from his pants heavy and wet.

“Let me look at what you got there, hm? Got the prettiest dick there… fuck… you got two?”

It hadn’t taken him long to realize that Hanzo loved any sort of praise; he doubted the creature understood the words but the tone of voice probably worked just as well in this case. Hanzo preened whenever Jesse cooed at him, and now was no different: one cock, the longer one, jerked a bit, the slit at the flared tip dilating a bit to ooze out thick pre-cum while the smaller one pushed out of the soft sheathe just a little bit more.

“Damn…” He touched the side of Hanzo’s tail, fingers almost slipping on the smooth scales. Here, too, he was so different to Gabriel; Gabriel was warm, skin soft as a human’s as long as he didn’t drag his palm against the grain. Hanzo on the other hand was cool and slick; not quite feeling like an ordinary fish but coming very close anyway.

“You like that, don’t you? Just stay there… sit nice and still. I’m going to make you feel so good… just trust me…”

He was babbling, hand inching over towards the gorgeous cocks. He couldn’t believe there were two. He couldn’t believe how soft the skin around them was, so pink and vulnerable and without any scales… silky and sensitive if the jerk of Hanzo’s tail was anything to go by.

“Just stay there… good boy…”

.o.

Hanzo wasn’t making a damn sound but he had let go of his satchel with one hand in favor of clutching at Jesse’s hair hard enough to pull a few out and make him tear up.

He had his head in the creature’s lap and his mouth stuffed with the small, tapered cock, tongue dragging slow and careful against it, licking and occasionally suckling while Hanzo’s tail thrashed and pounded against the stones on the shore.

It was a little frightening to be honest; Hanzo wasn’t as gentle as Gabriel had been; he seemed far less in control, yet still Jesse didn’t budge and let the long cock slap wet and meaty against the side of his face while he blew the smaller nub.

If he didn’t knew better – hadn’t been able to witness first hand how wet Hanzo got, both cocks drooling liberally, one of which Jesse slurped up noisily – he would have thought he was hurting the creature. As such, he couldn’t help himself but soothingly rub the shining tail, hand inching closer towards that sweet little cloaca until he was able to round it with two fingers and feel its almost desperate little contractions.

He pulled back with a lewd pop, staring right at Hanzo’s face. He was flushed a strange kind of blue up to the tip of his pointed ears, and only when Hanzo leaned a little back, both arms curling in a protective manner around his satchel, did he realize how close he was to the creature; that he’d never been allowed to almost sit on him, hands all over the pretty tail and feeling him up.

As he looked down, he could see how the longer cock jerked; gracefully curved and so thick in the middle that Jesse’s belly clenched with the need to sit down on it and feel the flared strange tip rub up against his insides.

“Such a pretty boy you are,” he assures Hanzo, thumbing at the smaller cock that reminded him so much of a juicy clit – especially when Hanzo jerked and made a sound, muffling the awkward warbling cry into the leather of his satchel.

here you go. a v short lil cowcree ficlet :3 dirty farmer Hanzo. dirty dirty. bad boy.

Despite the fact that Hanzo hasn’t milked Jesse in two days, the cow looks very content in that moment, eyelids heavy and long, thin tail swishing. He looked like he was about to fall asleep, teeth softly clicking against the bit, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth. Every now and then he’d bend low, nudging into the bucket Hanzo had left just about in reach with an assortment of treats just to keep the cow happy and docile.

Not that Jesse was a difficult creature to deal with: he was complacent in most things, happy to follow Hanzo’s lead and good tempered enough not to bite or kick when his new owner fumbled through learning how to properly milk him.

He was curious; that was his biggest problem – always with his nose shoved against Hanzo’s hip, trying to sniff out any treats, beard scratchy and lips so very soft as he sought whatever he imagined to have caught a whiff of.

The issue was easily enough resolved. Jesse didn’t like his bridle after the week or two he had spent tethered to a stake, but a carrot eased him over his unwilling head shakes until Hanzo had him where he needed him to be, the rope short enough to keep him from constantly turning his head and ogling with big, gentle, brown eyes.

“There you go, boy,” Hanzo murmured, carefully sitting down on a low stool at Jesse’s hips, patting his rump. The cow was getting a little soft around the hips and thighs – Hanzo wasn’t shy to admit he was spoiling him – but he kind of liked it that way. The motion seemed to alert Jesse to the fact that his owner was back, because suddenly he was not as sleepy and content anymore.

He brayed unhappily, trying to twist and show off the filled strain of his teats, big pink nipples soft and swollen, and on the cusp of painful becoming painful. Hanzo bit his lip, staring at the soft jiggle in the large pecs, just enough fat there to make them move the tiniest bit with Jesse’s impatient pulls against the bridle.

He cried again, obnoxiously loud, knees shifting in the straw, blinking at Hanzo with those large, pitiful eyes as much as possible with his limited range of movement.

Hanzo clucked his tongue, face hot as he kept staring at Jesse’s teats – the urge to drop down and service the cow almost unbearable.

“Don’t pretend. You’re getting spoiled enough,” he told him gruffly. He felt damnably embarrassed; as if anybody was likely to burst in on them and see Hanzo shamefully lusting for a cow.

“Let’s try this.” His voice was wobbling. The tips of his ears were burning, pounding quick and nervous in time with the distracting throb of his cock as he grabbed Jesse’s swishing brown spotted tail at the base to hold it out of the way as he brought slick fingers to the cow’s hole.

Nasty. He was so very nasty for even considering this. Fingering an animal.

Jesse brayed again, unhappy with the situation – and unused to being denied after Hanzo had spent the better half of two months catering to his every whim; always greedy for the creamy, rich milk the cow produced.

For a moment Hanzo got distracted by the sight of Jesse’s testicles; large and ripe between his thighs, the tip of his heavy, meaty cock just about visible… then his slick fingers touched the clench of Jesse’s ass and he became distracted by how soft it was; barely any resistance to the thick, buttery muscles as he pushed in easily as the cow immediately stopped everything he was doing in favor of widening the stance of his knees and instinctively baring down on the intrusion.

Silky, warm walls closed around Hanzo’s finger, suckling and pulling messily as the cow’s inner muscles moved in confusion.

“There you go,” he rasped, the blood in his cheeks hot as he started slowly fucking his finger into the cow’s ass while McCree’s thin tail flicked, though severely restricted in range since Hanzo was still holding it tight at the base.

McCree brayed again, the tinkling of his teeth furiously gnawing at the bit loud as Hanzo carefully pushed deeper, cock thick and tenting his loose pants. He was ashamed at his own depravity; how hot he became from fingering the ass of an animal – but Jesse’s cock was thickening as well, swinging almost humorously between his thick thighs as Hanzo unwittingly searched, searched… searched… fingertip rubbing against soft walls, pushing insistently, looking for the ripe swell of Jesse’s…

And then he found it, the cow freezing all of a sudden, a drawn out sound of confused arousal coming from him as Hanzo fondles his prostate slow and careful. He was nervous enough that he wanted to press down mean and harsh; rub until Jesse was forced to come so hard he’d see stars, all that creamy … special… milk wasted to the dusty straw covered ground.

He did not give in to the urge, though. He bit his lip hard, harder, sweat springing up along his hairline as he carefully fingered his cow, watching how much Jesse tried to stay utterly still as the new sensations washed over him, big floppy ears flicking again and again.

Hanzo could see the involuntary twitches beneath the skin and through the reflection of the metal bucket could just about make out how his tongue was slowly but surely starting to loll out, eyes going glassy and heavy lidded.

“Good boy. That’s it,” he murmured, nervous, rubbing gently, lovingly, – practically making love to the cow’s swollen, ripe prostate.

It didn’t take long until Jesse started grunting; low, animal sounds of need that made Hanzo excited enough that his cock started wetting at the tip, a dark spot forming on his pants because he’s shameful enough these days that he foregoes underwear in favor of easy access.

God, but Jesse’s ass was soft; suckling and welcoming even to the second finger Hanzo pushed into him. He could just about imagine how it would feel to fuck the animal. Have Jesse grunt when he was fucking him on his cock. Would the cow look just as happy as he did now? Ears flicking and mouth stretched into a sloppy grin by the bit, his teats swelling just that little bit more… going pink in excitement, the large nipples darkening…

Hanzo had to swallow, saliva suddenly starting to flow in mindless reaction to the sight of Jesse’s pecs ready for a milking, ready and primed; looking like they only needed the gentlest lap of Hanzo’s tongue to start dribbling relentlessly…

“Fuck,” Hanzo groaned, bringing up two fingers to his mouth to sloppily wet them. “Fuck,” he whispered again as he leaned forward, fingers of one hand pressing down in a tight, hard circling motion against Jesse’s prostate, fingers of the other rubbing across his swollen tits, wetting them, barely simulating a mouth on them –

And that’s when Jesse came, groaning low, mouth open in a shivery grin, tongue lolling and drooling as he bears down on the fingers inside him and not only comes in heavy, thick stripes into the straw but only starts wet from his tits; dribbling quick and relentlessly like a faucet that hasn’t been screwed shut enough; all that creamy milk meeting between his pecs before pearling and dripping to the ground.

Hanzo presses his free hand against his cock, bucking, whining, red faced and sniffling as he comes so hard for a second all he can hear is white noise.

Need more stuffs about McCree takin’ Hanzo by the leash n teaching him who’s the boss 👌

Anonymous said: “You still take ficlet request? How about lactating Hanzo nursing McCree?“

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If Hanzo had cat ears, Jesse is quite sure they would have been flat against his head by now. He looked as stubborn as they came, nose wrinkled and head tilted as far back as possible as he stemmed himself against the pull of the thin leash, the little bell in front of his collar tingling faintly.

“You’re a recalcitrant little thing, aren’t’cha?” Jesse drawled, fist unrelenting as he curled his wrist further towards his body, tugging at the leash. Hanzo dug his fingers into the carpet, leaning even farther away, threatening to destroy his pretty leash and collar. They were both not made to withstand the bulk of a grown man stemming against them.

He loved being a kitty – but he hated being restrained in any way.

“Hanzo!” Jesse barked when he could see the dainty clasp starting to slowly warp with the strain. Hanzo, unfamiliar with the sharpness in the deep voice, halted and stopped straining, head turned to the side as he cautiously watched Jesse out of the corner of his eyes.

“C’mere now. Stop being silly.” Jesse pointed imperiously to the spot between his spread knees and Hanzo’s cheeks became blotchy with hectic red dots as he warred with himself – obviously wanting to come closer but also not wanting to look like he did it because Jesse told him so.

“You’re goddamn ridiculous,” McCree murmured, leaning forward and snatching the archer at the back of his neck in one fluid, fast motion that left him no chance of escape.

He dragged the vaguely struggling form closer until he was finally kneeling where he wanted him to be – nice and upright so Jesse didn’t have to lean down too much for what he had in mind.

Hanzo’s pecs looked plump with milk, the nipples large and dark and soft; enough to make the water shoot into McCree’s mouth.

“There’s a good kitty,” he rumbled, hand absentmindedly curling quick and perfunctory to sling the slack of leash around his knuckles. “Gimme your milk. That’s it.”

Hanzo kept almost comically still as McCree started nursing, his mouth open wide and tongue pressing against the soft, feverishly hot areolas. The archer hissed in pain, fingers digging sharp into McCree’s thighs just to share the unpleasant sensation.

In the end he became quite eager for the treatment, though; angling up to give Jesse a better reach, his sleek, pretty cock arched just as much as his back as he nursed the gunslinger.

Asked @nesy-art whether I could write a lil something for their McHanzo pic(s) and got granted permission ❤ thaaanks

Hanzo squeezed just beneath the head and McCree kicked out like a horse, spurs jangling loud and obnoxiously. Immediately, Hanzo’s fingers tightened painfully on the wavy hair on the nape of his neck and pulled his head away from his shoulder like an unruly puppy.

“Silence,” he admonishes. His face is impassive. Cool. Collected. There is no hair out of line in his neatly trimmed goatee and when Jesse wants to fall forward and wipe his wet mouth against the black, sharp line, he tightens his grip slightly more and shakes him just for good measure.

“Behave.”

Jesse’s mouth is open, his bionic hand clawed in Hanzo’s wide sleeve because he isn’t allowed to grip his arm and give him bruises.

“Darlin’, he pants, and grimaces when Hanzo swipes a thumb across the blunt head of his cock, trimmed fingernail pressing carefully against the weeping slit. “Darlin’. Sweetheart, Babydoll.”

He chants it like a prayer, hips trying to strain up but the immediate loosening of Hanzo’s slick fist – as if he loses interest in the proceedings the second Jesse tries to wrestle control from him – has the cowboy sitting back down on his ass real quick.

He whines high in his throat. Canine. Needy. His cock flexes in Hanzo’s grip, a dollop of salty liquid getting swiped up and smeared across the thin, hot skin in a practiced move.

Jesse’s mouth falls open. His pits are itching with sweat, shirt sticking to his chest. Hanzo hasn’t let him get out of his clothes other than pushing his shirt up and slacks far enough down to get at his cock.

“Sweetheart, Darlin’, please, I… ahh.. hah…”

He moves his knees timidly at Hanzo’s sides and freezes when the movement makes his spurs jingle again. He glances in dog like submission at the archer and catches just about the tiny, satisfied smirk hiding in the corner of his mouth before he is pushed forward with the bossy grip on his neck, his forehead pressed against Hanzo’s tattooed shoulder.

The archer jerks him off slow and patient, face plain, almost bored – and it drives Jesse wild. He’s huffing and groaning like a beast, clutching Hanzo to himself as much as he is allowed.

“Damn,” he whispers, the nervous fight bleeding out of him; body and mind accepting that he is not going to be leading this one – will just be getting whatever Hanzo wants to give.

It is a little easier, then; to just pant warm and wet against Hanzo’s chest, and let the feeling of his rough, sometimes mean hand wash over him and drive him insane.

Hanzo doesn’t say anything, but he squeezes him a little tighter in praise, the slick tunnel of his hand getting that much more addicting, the blunt fingernails of the other hand scratching his neck minimally.

Jesse nearly starts thumping his heel at the ground in pleasure.

“Dog,” Hanzo says, amused like he can hear Jesse’s thoughts.

fruits of the very short live-write just now^^ I’m tired so I wonder how it came out lol

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Hanzo makes a soft sound in the back of his throat. It sounds disgusted, and Jesse’s fingers curl into the bedding in response. The archer’s dark eyes flick to the movement, then up to McCree’s dully flushed face.

“You’re ridiculous,” he tells him, voice clipped. He sounds prim even though he’s crouching on the floor between McCree’s legs. “You are so loud-mouthed, I thought…” he is almost muttering at this point, dark eyes trailing back down to the gunslinger’s cock. Jesse’s toes curl in his boots. His wide chest spasms painfully as the breath stutters out of him.

“Yeah?” he murmurs, voice scratchy. Eager. His dark eyes are large and wet and hopeful. “Yeah?”

Hanzo’s fingers squeeze a little tighter around his cock, then loosen again. His hand is broad, covering the sturdy length of Jesse’s shaft – only the flared, blunt tip is peeking out of the fist, and already it is shiny, a little dribble of pre-cum oozing from the slit as the silence stretches and Jesse’s rattling, excited breathing is too loud in the room.

The archer hesitates, fingertips idly dragging along the silky, hot skin; he turns his head minimally to the side, watching Jesse from beneath heavy lids out of the corner of his eyes.

“One would have thought you would be able to put your money where your mouth is… as you Americans would say.”

He squeezes again, and when all he gets is a low, eager groan, he doesn’t hide the feigned moue of distaste thinning his lips as he watches a drop of pre-cum roll down the glans and wetting the edge of his hand.

It only seems to get McCree hotter, his knees jerking apart in a spastic motion that gets his ridiculous belt buckle to clank noisily against the bedframe. His feet are restless, the spurs on his boots as loud as the rest of the boisterous person.

Hanzo lets him jerk and fidget while the excitement brews warm and prickly in his belly. He hadn’t anticipated enjoying this as much as he does.

“Maybe it was to be expected,” he continues, voice still crisp and deep; sounding unaffected from the proceedings and the dishevelment of the other man. “There is a saying about overcompensation, is there not? And you are so very loud.” He glances at the ridiculous cowboy boots; the useless spurs jangling at their heels. He holds McCree’s cock in a death grip and feels his pulse thrumming rabbit fast against the heel of his hand. “So very… eager to get noticed by everybody.”

McCree’s chin is on his chest, his shaggy beard moving with his open-mouthed pants. He looks like he is already seconds from coming and Hanzo is fascinated. They hadn’t been at it for more than a handful of minutes.

“Don’t tell me this is all?” He almost barks it, startling McCree into jerking his hips up, trying – and failing – to fuck into Hanzo’s fist. He couldn’t fuck where there was no slack to buck into. “You’re already so close?”

He finally moves his hand; a slow – torturously slow – motion of his wrist, pushing up a couple of centimeters to cup the tip of McCree’s short, sturdy cock, gathering the copious pre-cum drooling from the slit, then pushing back down. He waits for McCree to sigh softly, then opens his slick fist and wipes it against the unkempt bush of his pubes.

McCree grunts in surprised dismay, head coming up from where he let it fall back. He stares at Hanzo who is still hunkering between his thighs and looking at his cock like it was an interesting specimen.

It was a pretty dick, after all; short and fat. Good looking despite its lack.

Hanzo lets one hand drop out of sight non-chalantly; presses the heel against his own cock. McCree didn’t need to know how hot the sight made him. How much he wanted to suck that surprisingly short cock into his mouth and savor the salty pre-cum. Maybe – maybe – let McCree hump across his tongue until he shot his load.

(Hanzo’s belly clenches when he thinks about how McCree would need to grunt fuck him – would really need to work for it – if he wanted to try and throatfuck him.)

“Wha’ issit?” McCree is slurring. Whiney like a schoolboy. Like he deserves himself a treat for having the shortest dick Hanzo had yet met. Jesse reaches for his cock to jerk himself but Hanzo’s free hand shoots forward to stay him before he can play – yet not before Hanzo sees how huge McCree’s mechanical hand looks next to his cock.

He already thinks about a next time – making McCree jerk off for him. Commenting on how McCree was able to engulf his own cock fully in his fist…

“You lured me in here with false promises, McCree.”

“…Wha?” McCree’s eyes look feverish, his cheeks a brick red. He’s chuffing like an old engine and as they both stare, his short cock flexes out another string of pre-cum which slides down the stout, fat shaft and mattes his pubes.

Hanzo presses his hand almost painfully against his own cock. He can feel it wet into his underwear, and a shudder runs down his back.

“You promised me a nice cock to suck. You said you’d be able to fuck me raw…” And yes he would be able to. Hanzo could already imagine it: the juicy width spreading him open, making him accommodate McCree’s girth… but that was not the point. The point was-

“I think you should apologize, don’t you? And maybe, if you do it well enough, I’ll jerk your pitiful cock off at least.”

McCree’s broad hips shimmy from side to side, his cock swaying where it stands rigidly in the air. He sounds hoarse when he croaks: “‘M sorry.”

Hanzo pushes a hand underneath the sash holding his pants up. It only needs minimal fumbling to curl his fingers around his own cock. Everything is warm and tacky in his underwear. He bites the tip of his tongue for a second to get himself back under control and make his voice not tremble as much.

“What are you sorry for?”

McCree’s face falls for a moment. He looks clueless. Helpless. His beard his shivering with the sharp breaths he’s taking, eyes flicking from Hanzo’s cool, unimpressed – flushed – face to his cock and back again.

When he understands finally, he looks almost like he is about to cry. Hanzo hesitates – suddenly unsure whether he had gone too far. Before he can backpaddle, McCree rasps: “‘M sorry for having such a short dick.”

It’s jerking as he says it; his balls drawing up tight and sudden, Jesse’s voice getting high and urgent. “‘M sorry for – please, I … please??”

Hanzo groans through his nose as he falls forward, mouth open and wet and greedy. The first splash of cum hits his tongue even before he got his lips around McCree’s cock.

He wonders how sensitive McCree is that a little dirty talk can get him so hot. He wonders if he’s always like that. He wonders if he’s ever even been able to play like this – or if this is years of pent up frustration.

Suddenly, Hanzo wonders a lot of things about the cowboy as he drinks down his thick, creamy cum and listens to McCree groan his way through his orgasm – all the while clutching his own cock, and forgetting to jerk off in the face of this unexpected, delightful development.

hey 😀 lil something for @kirinlust‘s ponyplay McHanzo ❤ Hanzo fucking Reinhardt will also come. just later lol

“That’s it. Nice and easy. Push your ass back – just like that. Yeah.”

Jesse’s voice is low and a little indistinct. His chin is on his chest, watching as Hanzo carefully, slowly shoves backwards, body taut as he balances on the stumps of his legs, elbows fluttering at his side uncertainly whenever he starts to wobble a little.

Jesse could hear the soft creaking of the leather whenever Hanzo’s hands balled into tighter fists and tried to move against the bindings holding them snug against his shoulders.

There was no give to be had. The leather sleeves were tight and unyielding, adding to a feeling of claustrophobia. If Hanzo fell, he would probably hurt himself, and the trepidation was making his muscles clench up until he was shivering as he carefully jutted his ass out, searching for the cock he’s thirsting for.

“I gotcha, darlin’. You’re not gonna fall.” Jesse curls the thin reins once more around his fist and watches as Hanzo’s head starts tilting back with the pull. “Can ya feel my cock yet? Why don’t you look for it, babydoll?”

Hanzo huffs. Jesse can see a slow flush creep down the breadth of his back. He is embarrassed, yet still his plump ass starts to wriggle carefully back and down, looking for the thick cock lying against the crease of McCree’s thigh.

Jesse watches a couple moments, amused as Hanzo willingly debases himself for him, then finally has mercy and lets go of one muscular thigh to grip his dick and stand it up for the archer. He breathes with an open mouth, eyes zeroed in on Hanzo’s wet, pouty hole.

Hanzo makes a weird high-pitched gurgling sound when he finally feels the broad, blunt tip nudge against the pliant muscle, stretching him open just enough to give him a taste.

“Sit down, boy. Gotta get into the saddle before you can ride, eh?”

Hanzo tries to let his head fall forward, intent on hiding his embarrassed face against his chest, but the reins are unrelenting and Jesse’s bicep tenses as he tugs against the pull, tongue rolling against the roof of his mouth in an easy, reprimanding click.

“None of that. No pulling. You go as fast as I let ya.”

His eyes trail from the brick red of the back of Hanzo’s neck down to his cock, the head just about nudged into his pony. He lets go of his cock, large hand wandering back onto Hanzo’s thigh, stabilizing him some more as Hanzo carefully sits himself down.

His movement is slow and controlled. Jesse can watch how his muscles spread around his dick, hole pouting outwards, slick and buttery soft around the straining cock.

When he finally sits on McCree’s hip, the only thing to be heard is his soft huffing and the clinking of metal as Hanzo chews on his bit.

Jesse leans to the side, looking around his pony’s hip to take in the picture he made through the large mirror.

Hanzo’s chest was pushed out, nipples puffy looking, pecs straining with his tense muscles. His tongue is working against the underside of the bit, the corners of his mouth pulled back with it, making him drool into his beard.

His eyes look almost feverish, yet he still is far too put together for Jesse’s tastes.

The cowboy grins, feet shuffling farther apart, planting them more firmly on the ground. Hanzo makes a choked sound as that forces his stumps apart as well, almost making him topple over if not for the wide palm on his thigh and the pull against his bridle.

“Gonna have fun now, babydoll,” he drawls. Hanzo’s head swivels around as if he’s startled. He tries to look at Jesse but the blinders prevent him from doing so. He can’t see the sharp grin on Jesse’s face.

.o.

Jesse’s jaw aches with the clench of his teeth. He grunts with the effort of another sharp thrust upwards that has Hanzo cry out and wriggle on top of him, bound arms jerking with the fear of falling until he can manage to settle himself back down.

At this point, the smallest things are threatening to unseat Hanzo. His back is bowed at a painful – and beautiful – looking angle, his elbows helplessly jerking whenever he bounces on Jesse’s cock, plush ass pressed against the heaving swell of the cowboy’s belly.

His strong, amputated legs are clamped around Jesse’s thighs, yet all that is holding him is McCree’s rough grip on his leg and the unyielding pull of the reins, forcing his head back and keeping him upright as Jesse fucked him from below in powerful, rattling thrusts that had Hanzo’s teeth clack loudly onto the bit and Jesse blink sweat from his eyes.

His chest is heaving, hips feeling hot and achy from the exertion of fucking up into the never satisfied clutch of Hanzo’s body. His hole was as greedy as it had been from the start; soft and suckling, cushioning Jesse’s cock and rippling sweetly along the length every now and then, keeping Jesse at bay as much as he was literally reining the archer in.

As he pulls in heaving gasps of air, Hanzo becomes restless on top. Cheeky. He grinds down and bounces impatiently, trying to goad him into fucking him some more and making him take the thick girth of his cock.

“Hey now,” he rumbles, fingers curling farther in and making the reins pull tighter just to watch Hanzo’s thick neck strain as he stems against the force so he wouldn’t topple backwards this time. “If ya wanna get dicked so badly, you should just work for it yerself.”

There’s a startled silence that makes Jesse grin as he settles himself more comfortably. “Yeah. I think I got this all wrong. I think I spoiled ya a tad too much. Ye’re my sweet pony, after all. You are supposed to work. So…” He rolls his tongue again, clicking encouragingly as he pinches Hanzo’s thigh. “Work, pony.”

He can see Hanzo’s reflection in the mirror – the high blush on his cheeks looking like it would taste delicious – his dark eyes staring at Jesse’s knees, eyebrows drawn together. He looks like he’s contemplating his options and Jesse wonders what options Hanzo even thinks he has.

It doesn’t take long until he finally caves, his sheer need for dick far outweighing the laziness Jesse had fucked into him the past half hour.

He is moving slow and clumsy, his little bound arms wiggling as he moves, the large muscles beneath Jesse’s gripping hand shivering when his thighs work and push him up.

Oh yeah. That was far better. Like this, he could lie back and enjoy the ride, watching how the girth of his cock was smoothly taken in and welcomed in the warm body again and again.

“Faster,” he commands and clicks again with his tongue – but Hanzo whines, high and almost simpering; looking for pity as he makes his body slump a little. Jesse is delighted with this new stubbornness; how the princely attitude doesn’t leave the archer even when he’s playing at being a pony.

Jesse looks around for something suitable within reach, but in the end he hadn’t thought that far ahead and needs to use his hand as a makeshift riding crop, slapping Hanzo’s ass once and sharp. “Faster!” he demands again, voice a bark, yet his amusement still thick.

“AH!” Hanzo cries out, whole body jerking in a funny little bunny hop, ass clenching down hard enough to make Jesse grit his teeth.

“Come now! Don’t be lazy, babydoll.”

Another sharp slap finally does the trick: Hanzo starts moving, plush ass bouncing in hypnotizing jiggles as he grinds down and lifts up minimally, fucking himself on just an inch of Jesse’s cock because the poor dear was so exhausted from lying back and taking it – though Jesse wasn’t mean enough to point that out to him.

“Jethe… Jethe,” he lisps, barely able to get anything past the bit pressing down against the back of his tongue. When McCree rolls his head to gaze into the mirror, Hanzo’s short, slim cock is standing at perfect attention, bouncing between his short thighs and oozing pre-cum everywhere. He is making a mess everywhere and Jesse gets hot and bothered just thinking about making him lick it up later; crawling on his bound extremities and debasing himself further for his amusement.

“Jethe, pleathe,” he whines, and Jesse slaps his ass again, bicep bunching as he pulls on the reins sharply, making Hanzo scramble for purchase once more.

His eyes are open wide as he gets pulled back onto Jesse’s cock, made to take all of it, body shivering and poised at the very edges of orgasm. As Jesse watches his face he slaps him again, just to see how Hanzo’s tongue starts lolling out, drool slipping messily into his beard.

“Ya want a treat, babydoll?” Jesse purrs, cock flexing within the silky, tight confines of Hanzo’s body. “Yeah, ya want a treat. Keep at it, hun. Keep fucking yourself on this big, tasty cock and it might just reward ya with a nice load. Get your belly full ‘n warm. Ya want that, right?”

And Hanzo – sweet, sweet Hanzo – whinnies for him as he tries to force his burning muscles into working for that special treat.

Just completed live-write about cowcree and Hanzo 😀 be aware that this is a cowcree that is seen as an animal in that universe even though he’s human looking with cow ears and tail and horns.

The ranch could not have been abandoned for too long. The buildings looked still sturdy and well maintained; there was no overgrowth to be seen yet. Hanzo estimated that the owners had been gone for a week – maybe two.

He hadn’t had this much luck on his travels yet. The large yard between farmhouse and stables felt eerie without any of the bustling activity that one might imagine going on in rural areas as this, but it wasn’t anything that would deter him from a good night’s sleep under a roof. Since banishing himself from his clan he had come to appreciate the simple comfort of a sheltered sleep and maybe a day or two of rest.

There was a sharp wind howling around him, and he could feel the first droplets of rain on his exposed shoulder before slipping his arm into the sleeve and pulling the garment up properly, foregoing easy reach of his arrows for warmth.

He was just about to turn towards the farmhouse and seek a way inside when he heard it under the din of the brewing storm: a deep, helpless braying that made him stop and reconsider. He was eying up the dark stables when it sounded again. A little louder and more desperate. Desolate.

Had one of the hapless animals been left behind?

Hanzo hesitates, shoulders pulling up minimally against the sharp bite of the wind, then makes up his mind. He’s been out alone in the streets long enough by now to know how much a little kindness can go.

As he makes his way towards the pitch black building, head ducked against the rain getting stronger, he reassesses his earlier estimate of the estates abandonment. He doesn’t think an animal could have survived two weeks without anybody to look after it. He also wonders what actions had led the owners to flee so hastily that they would have forgotten one of their darlings.

He slips his lantern off of his belt as soon as he is beneath the short roof, eyebrows drawn together as he lights it carefully, lifting it high so the flickering light can reach as many corners as possible as he makes his way inside, one hand on his bow – just in case.

The stables still smell alive: of warm bodies and dung. In here, the howling of the wind isn’t as loud as it has been a moment ago, and the pattering of the rain seems more romantic than threatening.

He also can hear the rustling of dry hay and straw better – as well as the low huffing of another creature that leads him farther down the corridor, past abandoned bays on one side and strange machinery on the other.

He doesn’t hide his steps but they are still soft enough that the creature doesn’t hear him until the very last second – which is when it brays again, unhappy and loud enough to make Hanzo wince and get his ears ringing.

“Easy now,” he murmurs. He feels unfit to give comfort – it is not in his nature; but it is easier to give to animals all the same.

He carefully places the lantern on the corner of the box to have his hands free and better assess the situation.

Someone has bound the creature to a stake in the corner and as far as he can tell he’s been struggling for a while now: there are deep gorges in the soil underneath and his hands are bloody. As Hanzo watches, he tries to turn around to get a look at him, but the harness around his head is damnably stable and he doesn’t have the understanding in his dilemma to make a step forwards and give himself more slack in the rope tethering him.

His spotted, large ears are flicking, the long, thin tail lashing like a whip. He’s a pretty boy in Hanzo’s opinion. He doesn’t have a lot of knowledge of cattle but the cow seems sturdy and healthy. A gorgeous animal if it weren’t for the bloody wounds he inflicted upon himself in his desperation.

“There, there. I’m going to help you,” he murmurs, taking another cursory glance around and carefully setting his bow and quiver to the side. It wouldn’t do for the animal to accidentally break any of his equipment.

He stops struggling when Hanzo comes closer, large brown eyes watching him as the archer carefully hunkers down and studies the rope and the harness around the creature’s head. His cheeks are bloody from the leather straps and the corners of his mouth look infected from the bit but he doesn’t seem worse for wear.

“There you go.” Hanzo reaches for him, fingers brushing through the shaggy beard and then up into the unruly mop of hair to rub between the small horns and then the large, flicking ears. The animal huffs, eyes immediately going heavy lidded as he lowers his head for more petting. “That’s it. I’m going to free you and you are going to stay nice and still.”

As he speaks, his gaze wanders down. There’s a thick leather band with a name plaque around the cow’s throat. From it, a golden little bell dangles that chimes lovely with his every moves.

“Jesse McCree,” Hanzo reads and smirks when one of the floppy ears flicks at the name. “Good boy, Jesse.”

He talks to the cow as if he were a dog but nobody is here to witness his idiocy anyway. Jesse doesn’t seem to mind. He brays again – this time closer to a deep moo than an actual cry – and shifts, turning with the sturdy, wide hips to the side, eyes fixed on Hanzo’s face with a new kind of helplessness. It only takes a moment for the archer to understand what the animal was trying to show him: his udders were looking painfully swollen, squished beneath trembling, impressive biceps.

As he watches, a tiny dribble collects at the dark, puffy tip of one teat and drops down into the hay.

“Oh,” Hanzo murmurs, eyes riveted by the sight – thinking of the machinery outside… milking machines…- and can’t help but just stare as Jesse moos again, a pained tinge to the sound that seemed to have nothing to do with his bloody fingers and the pain of the harness tethering him to the stake.

“They really did forget you, didn’t they? Poor thing. I can… I mean – I can try to help you.” He reaches out for him as he speaks, a low inane murmur that would set his teeth on edge had he realized what he was doing.

The cow holds still, tipping his chin up, obviously anticipating Hanzo to help him with a kind of desperate affection. His tail is flicking left to right like a pendulum, the dark brown tuft on its end swishing through the straw in the box, adding a soft rustling to the rain drumming against the roof and the wind howling outside.

Hanzo had no idea what he was supposed to do. He would not have thought the sight of those swollen, milk-filled teats would hit him the way they did.

The cow was surprisingly hairy; a good fleece of fur across his pecs – his udders, Hanzo thought with a wave of heat lapping through him – and warming up the soft, generous valley of his stomach.

As Hanzo’s gaze was pulled down towards it, he couldn’t help but notice what else the animal had more than enough of – his mouth becoming so very dry as he stares at the cow’s cock, hanging big and soft between strong, thick thighs.

Heat crawls up his throat and settles pounding and embarrassing in the very tips of his ears. He tries not to stare, but now that he’s seen it swing heavy and tantalizing with the fidgeting movements of the cow, he can’t stop noticing it; how the thick head is perfectly outlined underneath the foreskin. How thick the shaft is.

His hole clenches in sudden, primal want and he feels sick – and stupidly excited – for even considering this.

Hanzo has to swallow a few times to stop his tongue from sticking to the roof of his mouth, then wrenches his gaze away to look back at the problem at hand; Jesse holding perfectly still, practically vibrating on the spot as he waits for Hanzo’s outstretched hand to make contact, to soothe, to help.

The poor, stupid animal doesn’t know that Hanzo had no idea what to do.

The skin is almost feverishly hot to the touch and painfully taut. Jesse makes a sound half bray half whine as Hanzo carefully touches the swell of his udder and then slides farther down with the tips of two fingers, his hand stupidly shaking as he inches towards the swollen, dark mound of his teat.

It, too, is damnably hot to the touch but the skin feels tender. Silky. Velvety as Hanzo carefully starts rounding it with a minimal amount of pressure. He can feel sweat prickling the back of his neck as he inches closer towards the straining, shivering animal, one hand coming up to brace himself against Jesse’s shoulder.

As he massages the dark areola, another dribble of milk emerges – only a few drops that Hanzo gathers on the tips of his fingers and rubs into the taut surrounding skin.

Jesse’s mouth has fallen open around the bit, tongue almost lolling out underneath the weight of the metal. Those gentle brown eyes are unfocused as he waits for Hanzo to keep going and do something.

Hanzo lets out a breath he hadn’t been aware of holding and carefully, experimentally pinches the soft teat between his fingers, trying to squirt the milk out like this – and only managing to make Jesse tense up and bray again in dismay, his back rigid and his tail lashing once.

Quickly, Hanzo lets go, his cheeks hot with another flush – this time of a whole ‘nother kind of embarrassment.

Trying another tactic, he presses the heel of his hand against the swollen pec, pressing and pushing – trying to work the milk out like that. He doesn’t even get a droplet for his effort, only a cow that is more than unhappy with the proceedings, trying to turn away and flicking at him hard with the strong tail.

“Shh, shh,” he tries to soothe nervously, one hand holding the rope tethering Jesse to the stake, the other rubbing between his small, sturdy horns and the annoyed flick of his floppy ears. “I don’t want to hurt you. It’s just that I don’t know how to work the machines-”

He stops and considers, staring into the bloody, unhappy face of the cow, heat pooling low in his gut as an idea starts to form.

.o.

It has been hard to coax Jesse to lay down on his side – the cow had not understood what he wanted of him for the longest time, throwing him strange, put-upon looks as he pushed insistently at the thick hip – but at last he was in the straw and let Hanzo push his arm to the side for better access.

They were both happy with the decision now that He finally could go to work, mouth wet and needy as he latches onto one brown, puffy nipple and soothes it with his tongue.

He thinks, blearily, that he had to learn how the machines outside worked. That he needed to see Jesse standing still as his teats got suckled by the mechanical suction cups.

He couldn’t deny that there definitely was something to say about this, though. He felt horribly filthy as he suckled on the animal’s teat, mouth greedy and nose buried against the taut swell of Jesse’s udder. He was suckling like a babe, relentless and strong, and the noises Jesse made were egging him on shamefully. Low, groaning sounds that had nothing to do with moos. They almost sounded human. His little bell was chiming sweet and innocent whenever he moved, his tail thumping strong into the straw behind him.

His bloody hands were up at his shoulders which he pulled slowly back the longer Hanzo fed on him. He was offering his chest up, Hanzo realized dimly. This hapless animal was letting itself get serviced by the shimada heir.

The first pulls of milk were almost sour – enough so to make Hanzo pull back and spit out the warm mouth full, face tight and disgusted – but it slowly improved; becoming sweet and creamy on his tongue until he had to make a conscious effort to breathe in sharp little bursts through his nose, throat bobbing with eager swallows as he filled his belly with the warm, fresh milk.

Jesse’s fur tickled at his nose and the corner of his mouth, and Hanzo loved every second of it as he pressed his tongue hard against the silky skin of the teat and coaxed more droplets out of it.

He eventually pulled back, the back of his hand wiping over the mess of his mouth, beard soaked with Jesse’s milk. He was just about to dip back down and try whether he’d get another feeding from the other side – when his gaze landed on Jesse’s erection, standing fat and sturdy from between his quivering thighs, the deliciously wide head that Hanzo had noticed earlier already pushed half out of the meaty foreskin. It was dark and glistening with pre-cum and so tasty looking Hanzo almost doubled over from the acute stab of want sizzling through his belly.

“Oh…” is all he says, dumbfounded, staring at Jesse’s flexing cock as milk drips from the apex of his goatee.

“Oh.” He says again when he slowly reaches for it – like he can not possibly help himself when presented with such a magnificent cock, no matter that it belongs to an animal; one which is lying with his head back, chewing slow and content at the bit.

Jesse is lax and satisfied and doesn’t look like he is even aware of the throbbing, thick shaft until Hanzo curls his hand around it, feeling embarrassingly excited when he can’t close his fingers around the girth of it.

“I guess I have to milk you everywhere, don’t I?” he whispers, voice rough and deep and belly craving that extra bit of cream.

The wind has calmed down outside but the rain is still going strong, but here in Jesse’s stable it is almost stiflingly hot. Hanzo feels sweat prick under his arms and roll down the dip of his spine. His thighs clench together as he leans over Jesse’s hairy belly and stares at the cock in his hand angling it up towards his swollen lips.

They feel tender after all the suckling. Almost a little raw. He wonders dimly how Jesse’s teats must feel after being painfully full for so long and then getting milked dry with uneducated, greedy pulls of a hungry mouth.

Hanzo feels embarrassed that he still isn’t sated. That even after he can feel his belly sloshing with Jesse’s warm, thick milk, he still craves more cream. More to fill him and keep him warmed through the night.

His tongue is the first to touch the fat tip, cushioning it almost lovingly before his upper lip drags slow and silky along the skin, then pushes up, making the foreskin roll back and expose Jesse’s glans.

He can vaguely sense the chubby belly underneath his bracing palm tensing, but his attention is on the cock slowly slipping further into his waiting, wet mouth, warm and still sweet from the cow’s milk.

Jesse moos softly. It sounds almost confused. Curious. Hanzo feels his cheeks burn and he clenches his eyes shut, pushing farther down, taking more of Jesse’s cock. He groans when the sheer girth stretches his lips and makes the corners of his mouth burn. He can’t remember the last time he’s been able to play with a dick this thick. This sturdy.

He holds it steady with one hand, helping himself to fuck his mouth onto Jesse’s cock, tasting the sharp, animalistic salt of pre-cum explode on his tongue. His belly clenches as he thinks about what he’s doing. How he’s sucking this dirty animal’s cock, licking it greedily deeper into his mouth until the wide head is nudging at his soft palate; threatening himself to let it slip farther down. Make himself choke on it.

Jesse’s hips flex once, strong thighs falling open wide, giving him all the access he could ever want.

He can hear the soft, melodic chime of Jesse’s bell as he pulls back up, slurping noisily, breathing hard through his nose.

The hand holding Jesse’s cock slips farther down, curling around his balls, the sac feeling as hot and swollen as his udders had felt earlier. How long has it been since Jesse had been able to shoot off?

Hanzo’s thumb presses into the soft, loose skin between the orbs, then rubs across them. Testing. Anticipating how filled they might be. How much Jesse’d be able to fill him yet.

There’s a thicker burst of pre-cum splashing on his tongue, nearly making him choke. It is also the only thing alerting him to Jesse’s sudden orgasm, his balls jerking in Hanzo’s slack grip, pulling up towards his body, pulsing in time with the cock in his mouth-

He is drooling in anticipation, saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth in sheer want of Jesse’s cum. The tips of his ears are throbbing with blood, hot and shameful as he slurps and bobs his head and finally – finally – tastes the first rope of cum splashing against his tongue.

He slips farther down, throat open, waiting for more – letting Jesse shoot down his throat in thick, copious pulses.

When he finally pulls back, he can’t help but cough a little, throat burning, lips slick with spit and pre-cum.

He feels too hot and sticky. Too full. His belly is sloshing with what he’s drank down tonight and he is sleepy like a babe.

Jesse lies stretched out, teeth clinking slow and happy against the bit. He looks content; and why should he not?

Hanzo wipes the back of his hand across his mouth and only manages to make more of a mess, cum and milk sticky in his dark beard.

He decides not to untether Jesse from the stake yet. He doesn’t want him to wander out and get lost in the night.

He thinks the cow might need a new caretaker.

“You eh… hehehe…. you’re sure you wanna play like this? I mean – you’re not gettin’ anything out of this, are ya? If you just turn around a little I could give you a hand…”

Hanzo makes a soft, impatient sound, slanting a knowing, flat gaze up at McCree. “I get plenty out of this. I wouldn’t have suggested it otherwise. And no – I need to concentrate. Now hush.”

Jesse bites his lip, fingers curling into the bedsheet, hips curling up into Hanzo’s slippery fist when he gives him a slow pump to keep his cock nice and hard.

“You need to concentrate?” he asks, voice climbing a little as he watches Hanzo lean over and inspect the carefully laid out instruments – steel rods of varying thickness spread out on a towel after a vigorous cleaning. “Hehe… I mean…”

Hanzo is sending him another look – this one almost murderous – and Jesse shuts up with a soft click of his teeth. He tries to keep calm but he can’t help the shimmying of his hips; trying to fuck up into Hanzo’s tight grip. He is stupidly excited about the feeling of the thin surgical glove Hanzo donned on the skin of his dick.

“Keep still,” Hanzo says sharply. He has picked out a rod – the thinnest of them all, slowly rolling it between thumb and forefinger. He looks from the thick, flushed cock in his fist up to Jesse’s face, his neatly trimmed beard not able to conceal the smirk. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself, after all.”

Jesse chokes on his tongue, hips standing still immediately. He laughs nervously again – breathless and a little shrill as he watches Hanzo lean forward, a look of intense concentration on his face as he brings up the thin steel rod.

It looks manageable. Not like he would even feel it, if he were being honest – but the easy comment gets stuck in his throat when the very tip lands on his glans, sliding through the lube there and then inching over towards the slit.

He holds his breath, shaggy chin on his chest, staring down at his cock firmly in Hanzo’s hand, keeping him perfectly still as Hanzo starts working, letting gravity do it’s thing, carefully letting it slide down.

Jesse’s breath hitches, fingers holding the sheets in a death grip. His belly wants to heave in heavy breaths but instead he just sucks it in farther and farther because he can’t pull his hips back from the strange intrusion. His ass is glued to the space, not able to move his hips as the small hole gets stretched around the smooth metal of the rod, urethra burning and feeling full-

“Oh damn… oh… oh shit… Hanzo, I-” he babbles, knees fluttering open and closed until Hanzo growls at him to stop it.

His cock feels full. He feels like he might have to take a piss. He stares at the rod sliding deeper into his dick and the pressure in his balls becomes unbearable. He gets panicky when he wonders what would happen if he had to come and the way was blocked.

He wanted to tell Hanzo to pull out, to jerk him off, that he was just about to shoot and, and, and he couldn’t….

-but nothing was getting out. He was breathing harsh and fast, watching Hanzo lean back and look fucking smug, liquid dark eyes flicking up to his face and back to his cock again and again, watching his reaction as he starts rolling the thin rod between his fingertips, then moves his wrist, pulling out the steel and pushing it back in.

“It’s all the way in, Jesse,” he comments with a low voice. “I’m fucking your cock with it.”

“Oh… oh God,” Jesse whispers, eyes burning as much as his cock, nose running. He feels stupidly vulnerable, and Hanzo looks so satisfied.

“You’re going to let me do this to you again, won’t you? Let me stuff rods into your cock…”

“Damn… yeah… yeah, ok… God.”

Short anal orgasm slut Hanzo for @hon-art because I wuv them ❤ ❤

“God… damn…” Jesse grit his teeth through Hanzo’s orgasm, bushy eyebrows drawn together, lips pulled back in a silent, unconscious snarl.

He could barely breathe through the muscles squeezing down on him, belly feeling like it was filled with molten rock as his hips hunched, shimmied, fucked through Hanzo howling into the bedding with silky little rocking motions.

It only seemed to prolong the sensation for the other man: he could hear his breath hitch, see the way his head shook in mute denial of the new wave of intense feeling crashing through him and making him unable to draw another breath.

Jesse reacted even before Hanzo could move and dislodge himself from the agonizing pleasure the small nudges were renewing, leaning forward and placing a large hand on the side of Hanzo’s head, pressing him unceremoniously back down.

Hanzo was still as Jesse lifted first one leg onto the edge of the mattress, then the other, careful, slow, trying not to topple over as he literally mounted the other man, teeth gnashed together so hard his head hurt.

He hadn’t fully settled yet when Hanzo took in a sharp, little breath – wet and desperate sounding as his lungs’ clench seemed to finally let go. Jesse couldn’t see his eyes over the tangle of his thick, greying hair, only the soft, wet gape of his open mouth, strands of hair sticking to his lips.

“Ready for one more?”

Jesse grins. He feels feral. He thinks he might look a little crazed – hair mussed, eyes shiny, cock throbbing as he let himself calm down and claw his way back from the precipice of his own orgasm.

Not yet… Not quite yet.

Hanzo didn’t react for the longest time; just breathed through the last shudders of his orgasm, fingers relaxing from their desperate clutch of the sheets – and yet, Jesse knew he wasn’t hard; cock hanging soft and cute between his strong thighs, the wet head hidden in his foreskin.

Once upon a time it had concerned Jesse; even scratched at his masculinity. By now he found it unbearably hot.

“One last time, babydoll. Fuck. Gonna dick you so good, Hanzo. That good? That alright with you?”

His hips were moving again in slow, thrusting circles, playing with a couple inches just to make Hanzo’s rim burn around the girth of his dick. He braced one hand on Hanzo’s shoulder to keep balance, the other still pushing his head down. He could feel him mutely nod underneath his fingers.

He grinned sharper, wider, hips lifting farther as he started gaining momentum. His hamstrings protested early on, making themselves known with burning pain that this was not a good position, but the fact that Hanzo started grunting again, low and urgent, was enough to keep him where he was.

He wanted to flip him over; spread Hanzo’s short legs and watch the ridiculous bounce of his limp cock, as he deep dicked him. He was loathe to move, though; now that he had him where he wanted him, pinned and with his ass in the air, giving Jesse free reign to go to town on him.

“Three times. Got you three times, right? Right, babydoll? C’mon. C’mon one last time. Come on my cock like a good whore. Love my dick so much, don’tcha? Goddamn slut for big American cock.”

He was babbling, slurring words, head feeling hot and full, temples throbbing in time with his dick as he lost control and fucked into Hanzo sharp and quick, little jackrabbit thrusts that barely moved his cock and seemingly simply pushed deeper, deeper, deeper still until Hanzo’s back arched and his shoulders rolled, helpless low sounds of desperation spilling from his throat.

“Deep enough for ya?”

Jesse heard him come before he felt it – a choked groaning sound from between Hanzo’s clenched teeth, muscles clenching down suddenly; enough to make Jesse hiss, eyes tightening with pain, balls jumping once, practically stuttering, hesitating, before Hanzo’s muscles loosened slightly and everything seemed to give all at once.

Jesse bit his tongue as he came, hips hot and rigid, not moving an inch as he filled Hanzo up and heard him whine through the sensation of it all.

Fuck, but how much he wanted to have him on his back right now so he could watch his cock; see him drool out cum while still limp, howling when Jesse took him in hand and helped him massage it out of the oversensitive head – everything adding to him clenching and unclenching on Jesse’s cock, muscles no longer his own.

As it was, he could only ride it out; holding him down, trying to keep his cock in that hot, silky space while Hanzo squirmed beneath him.