@hon-art take a small young!McCree getting wrecked by thighs and ass.

Reyes slams McCree to the wall, arm at his throat and pressing in until the kid is flushed and gasping for air.

“You think you’re hot shit, don’t you, pendejo?”

McCree’s face crunches up, hands clawing at Reyes’ arm. He’s flushed and his eyes a little too glassy – probably has had too much punch already.

“C’mon, pardner,” he whines, “it’s the goddamn Christmas party. I thought I had a wish or somethin’?”

A death wish more like; Reyes narrows his eyes at the new one – freshly off the hook. Having dodged jail by the skin of his teeth seems to have given him an extra boost of confidence – it was the only explanation Gabriel had to this ingrate slapping his ass at the buffet table and telling him in a slur and with an infuriatingly charming grin: “My wish is ta get buried between those cheeks, commander.”

“You’re a fucking idiot,” Reyes tells him low; almost gentle with a kind of regret that makes McCree blink stupidly at him. He was a pretty enough kid – only had shit for brains, it seems.

It only takes a second to have him on the ground, groaning and rubbing the back of his head – and then crying out in confused alarm when the world goes dark as his commander takes a seat right on his face, rubbing his taint and balls against the bridge of his nose.

“Get to work,” Reyes growls, thighs clamping down around McCree’s ears until the kid is whining into his ass crack and desperately clawing at his back.

“Get to work, damn you!” Reyes hisses, grinding down and dragging his hole across a protesting, babbling mouth. He reaches down and pinches McCree’s nose shut until the kid finally gets with the program and starts licking out of sheer animal desperation.

A few seconds later he is moaning like a whore, clawing fingers loosening until he can hold big, comfortable hand fulls of his commander’s ass.

Reyes sighs and closes his eyes, hips gently rocking on top of McCree’s face. The kid was a sloppy eater and got tired too fast – but he’d train that out of him soon enough.

And throwback to that catch me if you can au, where hanzo was still goading reaper. Imagine reaper getting a phonecall from hanzo, untraceable ofc, and mccree is on the other side moaning and begging for Hanzo’s dick. And hanzo telling mccree how much he likes it and Gabriel is fucking FUMING

Hanzo harshly flicks the very tip of McCree’s ear, making him flinch and howl in enraged indignation and pain.

“No, dog. I haven’t given you permission yet.”

He watches McCree in the mirror ahead; the way he gingerly moves his jaw, teeth clacking on the metal bit Hanzo forced between them earlier. He is tilting his head blindly, cheeks flushed a dull red beneath the blindfold.

Hanzo curls the reins once more around his fist, watching how it pulls McCree’s head back; showing off the strong line of his jaw, liberally peppered with stubble. He would need to shave him if he were to sample the dog’s mouth between his legs again, but for now he had other ideas.

Carefully – silently – he places the phone on the floor in front of his stolen treasure.

McCree whines when the motion brings them closer together; Hanzo’s cock slipping into the crack of the dog’s ass, leaving a wet smear at his tail bone before he pulls back once again.

McCree huffs like a stallion and lowers his head, putting its weight on the reins in Hanzo’s hand. Hanzo can see the way his ribs expand with his careful, deep breaths. He delights in how vocal McCree is, and hopes his commander hasn’t hung up yet.

(He doubts he has. Reyes was obsessive enough to want to hear the degradation of his former toy.)

“Do you want this, dog?” Hanzo accompanies the leering question by slapping his cock against McCree’s ass. The mutt shuffles his knees farther apart, back arching down to try and open his ass up farther. Hanzo was quite sure he would have spread his cheeks for him, had his arms not been bound behind his back – pure safety measures.

And as lovely as the sight was – the knowledge that he’d broken the American dog down enough to get him to display like a bitch in heat – it would not do; no, not at all.

Hanzo jerks at the reins, and slaps his other hand against McCree’s thigh, connecting with a loud, satisfying smack.

McCree’s head rears back, a startled shout ripping out of his throat. His head tries to swerve from side to side, disoriented, blood that had rushed from his face, coming back to suffuse his cheeks as his shout dwindled into a moan, lips wet and swollen around the bit digging into the corners of his mouth.

“I asked you a question,” Hanzo goads, voice silky and dripping with venom. He pets a hand down McCree’s sweaty side in a parody of affection, then curls it around his cock once more to help himself slip it through the crack with slow, sensual thrusts. “Do. You. Want. This.”

His fingers tickle McCree’s bound testicles; feeling how warm and swollen they are. Filled with warm, thick cum that the dog had been collecting for a week now.

McCree looks feverish, even with his eyes blindfolded. Drool is slicking down his bottom lip, teeth gnashing on the bit as he shakes his head against the tight reins without any relief. Hanzo’s fist is curled tight around the leather, not giving an inch.

“Yesh,” McCree mumbles, voice wrecked and deep. “Pleashe… gi’ me… gi’ me…”

Hanzo’s fingers trail further up, easily dipping into McCree’s hole; soft and accepting from days of relentless fucking. It feels hot; the rim puffy and nearly inflamed looking. A pretty little thing mouthing weakly at the tip of his cock whenever he deigns to give it to him.

McCree sobs when he feels his captor’s fingers invade his exhausted body; it’s an animal sound; raw and beautiful. Hanzo feels his cock flex at the thought of what it had to do to his commander.

Oh how he wished to be a fly on that particular wall – wherever Reyes had holed himself up, trying to figure out where Hanzo had squirreled away his boy.

Unfortunately for him, a dragon was very skilled at hoarding his treasure.

“You’re so open, still. A few weeks of good use and your body is gagging for cock. You did not have this in your old life, yes? Nobody to take care of your needs. Utilize you like your body craves.”

He is jeering, and he can see the dog’s hackles rise for just a moment before the fight seems to entirely go out of McCree. His voice is cracked, and weepy when he begs, “Please give me your cock? Please, I need your cock; need you to fuck me, need… need… p-p-puh-lease, master?”

He was barely intelligible, his blubbering only adding to the bit between his teeth – but Hanzo felt like the message had been clear enough.

Oh – had it been clear enough.

“Good dogs do get a treat.”

He stares down between them as he starts pressing forward; feeding his cock inch by inch to the hungry, soft hole hugging him warm and tight the deeper he slips.

McCree is groaning mindlessly, weight hanging onto Hanzo’s fist as he starts sagging and not caring about the bit pulling painfully against the corners of his mouth.

It seems like he had finally broken this particular stallion in.

Hanzo fucks him slow and easy. There is no rush and no need for further needling – McCree, trapped in darkness, riles himself up better anyway.

He howls softly with every new gentle nudge inside, body sweating and shaking as he tries to anticipate whatever could come next.

When Hanzo lays his left hand on his right hip with a gentle pat, the dog nearly jumps out of his skin and needs to be – quite literally – reined back in.

He is drooling on the phone, Hanzo realizes dimly, however he is loathe to move and push it farther away. He just hopes it is still working.

—

Reyes is gnashing his teeth, cock angry and hard in his combat pants, fingers digging into the arm rest of his rickety armchair.

He would kill Shimada when he finally got his hands on him. He would kill him slow and painful; make him cry like a babe for his mamá.

But not before fucking his toy in front of his bloodied nose, and showing him how it was done.

[Part 1] [Part 2]

Gabriel’s grin is too wide. His teeth seem to be never ending in his jaw, inhumanly sharp and glinting like bone against the darkness of his skin.

“Hear that, Shimada?” he purrs, body bearing down on the other man. He is more mist than flesh – soot that wafts in and out of focus and that makes it near impossible for Hanzo’s scrabbling hands to get a grip as Reaper’s jaw falls open and a too long too dark tongue snakes out to drag along his throat and the soft, vulnerable underside of his chin. “McCree wants to replace you with the real deal.”

(McCree, for his part, is just staring, a numb whisper of “oh shit…” falling from his lips. He looks like he doesn’t know whether he should be afraid or turned on by the proceedings, cock half hard and undecided in his gripping, motionless hand.)

Hanzo growls, dark eyes flashing – blunt, human teeth bared in a surprisingly accurate facsimile of Gabriel’s demonic grin.

“I haven’t heard the good soldier protest either.”

He says it softly; whispers it into the vague shape of Reaper’s ear like a lover.

Gabriel freezes, the realization apparently just dawning on him, and Hanzo utilizes his lack of concentration to curl strong thighs around partly formed hips and swing them around onto their sides; giving himself room to breathe without getting smothered by the substantial, if formless, bulk above him.

Gabriel seems shocked into his human form for the moment; only little tendrils of smoke curling up around his shoulders as he stares at Hanzo.

When his gaze flickers over towards the two men standing to the side of the bed and watching, he looks almost… sheepish. Unsure. Shy.

The look vanishes as fast as it had come over him. Reaper tilts his head, pressing their foreheads together in a parody of intimacy, and reaches down, hand curling around one of Hanzo’s ass cheeks, fingers intrusively sliding in deep; rubbing across the warm clench of muscle he finds there.

Hanzo grits his jaw at the broad, dry fingertip trying to wriggle its way inside.

“You’re so uptight,” Reaper croons, amusement badly hidden, “no wonder McCree wants to swap it around. He wants to have a fuck that isn’t taking it like a fish. He wants someone that can give it back just as well as he dishes it out.”

Hanzo grins with one side of his mouth; sharp and sardonic as he gets one arm around the width of Reaper’s chest and pulls him close, their pecs squishing together and rubbing as he lets Gabriel drag his hips closer by the grip he has on his ass.

He is whispering something back, but it is drowned in McCree’s deep groan and his drawled “That’s what I’m talkin’ about… that’s a sight for sore eyes, I tell ya.”

And they would look like they’re about to bite each other bloody and get their hands around the other’s throat; dark eyes gleaming maliciously and noses curled in barely suppressed snarls – only that they’re hard and McCree can’t stop from staring at their cocks bumping and nudging; practically snuggled up against each other, and oh they’re suddenly kissing.

It’s aggressive and wet; more tongue and teeth than anything else. 76 is shifting next to him from one foot to the next, blue eyes focused with laser intent on the proceedings; and when Reaper starts lapping blood off of Hanzo’s mouth with his serpent tongue, Jesse wonders vaguely what the fuck he’d gotten himself into.

.o.

McCree might have forgotten how scared shitless he’d been of his old commander. Yes. He might have forgotten the part where he’d gotten confused, painful boners whenever Reyes had chewed him out in front of everyone back in their Blackwatch days.

How he’d found himself on ops with a small puddle of cum cooling uncomfortably in his shorts just from his commander barking into his ear to ‘take the fucking shot, pendejo’ and how he’d never been quite sure if he was going to nut or piss his pants because Reyes was fucking hot but also scary.

He was even scarier now, crawling towards McCree with a grin on his face that was warping; stretching out farther and sharper than humanly possible, eyes alight with a hellish glint. He wondered how Morrison got it up, let alone stick his cock anywhere near this mass of focused evil.

He wondered why the fuck he was so hard it hurt when Reyes was nuzzling up against his cock, tongue snaking out long and scary and curling a couple times around his dick. It felt cool and slick. Jesse’d never been so conflicted about his desires.

Morrison next to him seemed to have no hangups. He was carding fingers through Hanzo’s hair, and humming beneath his breath, hips rocking forward, trying to nudge the head of his cock against the archer’s soft palate.

Hanzo was staring up at 76 – and for just a moment, McCree forgot about the eldritch horror suckling his cock, because he was transfixed by the sight and sound of Hanzo taking dick. Eyes dark and needy, spit slicking from the corner of his mouth in his eagerness to try and take it as deep as possible and still have the head somehow drag across his tongue.

His inattention immediately was punished by teeth testing their razor sharp edges against the sensitive flesh of his cock. Eyes bulging, he stared down into the pissy face of Reaper. He was growling and… and that wasn’t helping. Not when it was vibrating along McCree’s dick and making his eyes water and balls throb in painful arousal.

“Oh lord,” he whispered, hands curling into helpless fists. He wanted to touch but didn’t dare to. Reaper was one hell of a frightening power bottom. He wondered whether he’d go out with both hands still attached if he touched him anywhere that wasn’t allowed.

“Hey, McCree.” Morrison’s midwestern drawl made him turn his head back slowly, dumbly staring as 76 easily hooked his thumb into the corner of Hanzo’s mouth, breaking the tight, suckling seal the archer has had on him until now.

Hanzo groaned, eyes already glassy, letting his mouth get fucked idly by 76’s finger as he kept the unmoving cock warm. His lips were shiny with drool.

“How ‘bout you take better care of my boy. I’m sure he’ll thank you plenty.”

“I’m honestly not sure anymore…” Fuck, where had his bravado gone? Lost and never to be found somewhere between Reyes crawling towards him and getting his teeth on his cock in a fit of petty jealousy.

Hanzo’s head turned minimally, eyes slanting in cat-like satisfaction towards Reaper. His eyebrows twitched up and McCree thought he’d never seen so much pure smugness in such a little gesture.

Reyes’ face… honestly, McCree couldn’t even try to fathom what that expression meant. He winced when Reaper suddenly moved, hands twitching belatedly towards his cock to try and shield it from whatever outburst would follow now – only for Reyes to nuzzle his dick with almost desperate vigor, mouth soft and needy as he ducked down and licked Jesse’s balls with reverence.

“Oh,” he breathed, staring down and then towards Jack who nodded at him and clapped him on the shoulder.

“That’s right.”

“…oh.”

.o.

Jack wondered vaguely what Hanzo and Gabriel might be thinking; side by side, scrabbling at the sheets on the bed to try and steady themselves as they get deep dicked; big cocks spreading their soft, spongy insides apart and blunt, swollen heads nudging against those deep, never fully satisfied places.. He wonders if they even think anything beyond getting fucked – beyond trying to spread their legs farther and bounce back with more vigor; try taking cock deeper and better.

They are looking at each other, their cheeks pressed against the mattress like sleepy kittens, eyes feverish and glazed, mouths open and drooling.

There is no way they can sleep when they have cocks warming up their bellies from the inside.

McCree seems to have rediscovered his easy happy-go-lucky attitude. He has his left hand on Gabriel’s right hip and is riding him like a stallion, foot up on the edge of the bed and laying into Gabriel with sharp, overenthusiastic thrusts that smack loud and drive deep.

Gabriel – isn’t complaining. He is complacent like a pup, now that he finally gets what he’s always wanted: a cock splitting him open and someone rude enough to make him take it. He even has one hand on his ass, fingers clawing at the cheek as he pulls it to the side, trying to give better access. He can be so sweet and accommodating if he wants to.

Jack, for his part, feels almost drunk – or sick. His head feels hot and filled with cotton. His feet are tickling with pins and needles. Fucking Hanzo is like being on the brink of a seizure, and he doesn’t know if he could stop even if he wanted to.

The assassin is like silk around his cock – wet and clinging, insides moving in shivering little clenches that 76 couldn’t begin to wonder whether they were intentional or happy and nervous little spasms.

His back is sweat slick, muscles rippling, spine dipped into the most tantalizing little cup 76 had ever seen – he’s taking the force of his thrusts and just bounces back with a throaty gurgle and a roll of his shoulders.

He is muttering Japanese. Low, angry sounding hisses that couldn’t be anything but curses whenever the soldier’s cock slides against a particularly needy part.

When 76 reaches down, intent on getting his hand around that lovely, sleek cock he gets his hand batted away impatiently, dark liquid eyes staring at him over the swell of Hanzo’s shoulder.

“Let me come on your cock.” It’s a plea as much as it is a demand. His face is sweaty and flushed dark. He looks like he can barely breathe; as if the cock reaming him was not letting him get a good gulp of air in – and Jack had to admit, it was doing wonders for his ego.

“Damn, I love your ass. Always loved your fat, fuckin’ ass, Reyes.”

Jack’s attention swerved back to the side; to McCree’s almost maniacal grin as he suddenly stopped mid-fuck and pulled away to Gabriel’s unending dismay.

He was groaning, low and panicked, hands scrabbling backwards to try and have a grip at McCree’s hips, body starting to lose its form as he whines for the dick back; even asks with a sweet, surprisingly high voice – begs for Jesse McCree’s cock and doesn’t give a fuck that others can hear it because he’s deep down in his head and Jack doesn’t think he can think beyond a big, hard dick reaming him.

“Calm down. Jus’ turn around, will ya? Wanna get a look at your face when I finish off inside ya…”

Jack almost barks out a laugh with how frantically Gabriel starts scrabbling, before he settles on dissolving and reforming on the spot; knees falling open and slick abdominal muscles clenching.

McCree groans, hands stroking down the insides of Gabriel’s thighs and gripping big, rude handfuls of the thick muscle.

“You’re one scary motherfucker. But damn you’re a nice fuck when you got a dick inside ya.”

Jack snorts, one hand dragging down Hanzo’s spine in a slow, soothing pet. McCree looked like he was going to nut any second now, and he wasn’t feeling much better if he were quite honest.

He wondered how McCree would like a contest of who could make their pet come faster with a tongue in their sloppy, creamed holes.

Slanting a gaze over, McCree’s tongue was hanging out of his mouth, eyes fixed on the way Gabriel’s cock bobbed as he got fucked, hands on those wide, sturdy hips.

Yeah… McCree looked like he was up for anything.