For @hsmut who is super amazing and was up to doing a quickie art trade with me~ LOOK AT THEIRS OF MCCREE GETTING A DICKING IT’S SO GOOD. ♥♥ I’m a lucky lucky gal.
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♥////p ////♥!!! such a cute and desperate hanzo!!! thank you so much for the art trade lily!!
have aftercare mchanzo with wolf!McCree because ya’ll seem to like him so much lol (and because in my mind wolf!McCree is the tamest, sweetest little puppydog)
McCree was still whimpering when his cock stopped jerking and Hanzo carefully loosened the tight grip he’d had around his knot and the warm cloth he’d wrapped around it. His insides were feverishly hot, clenching and suckling on Hanzo’s fingers with sated, almost dreamlike slowness.
Hanzo gently kept fucking him on the four digits; rocking in and petting his tender, swollen knot at the same time while carefully watching the scruffy face and the sulfuric glow beneath heavy eyelids.
“Okay?” Hanzo asked, voice pitched low, hand switching from the oversensitive cock to McCree’s hairy thigh to rub against the strong, twitching muscles there.
McCree whined high and canine, body shivering once, then trying to squirm away from the gently rocking fingers. Hanzo hummed tunelessly and pulled out slow and careful, fingertips rubbing against the loose, relaxed muscle in farewell as he stood up from the bed and walked around to look at the man.
McCree looked serene in a way he never did outside of their little games. His mouth was bloody, one tip of a fang still peeking out from beneath his upper lip. When Hanzo started loosening the thick leather straps from around his wrists, he whined once more; pitiful and near-scared.
“Hush,” the archer murmured, helping him pull his arms down and draping them across the man’s hirsute belly, because McCree didn’t have the coordination to do so – and because Hanzo enjoyed caring for him when he was disoriented and out of it; seeking blindly for warmth and reassurance.
McCree never was more animal than when he let Hanzo take him apart; openly begging for affection.
Hanzo rubbed fingertips through the wild tangle of his unkempt beard, sitting down on the side of the mattress.
“For just a moment,” he warned with a voice pitched low, eying the drying mess on McCree’s abdomen. “I will need to wash you.”
McCree turned around, blindly nuzzling his face into Hanzo’s hip before placing a gentle, affectionate bite there. Hanzo sighed softly and petted his unwashed hair with rare tenderness.
[because I think someone mentioned trans Hanzo and squirting. BOYxBOY YAOI/SLASH DON’T LIKE DON’T READ]Although Hanzo had never discussed the matter with others, loathe to have them make assumptions about him, personal experience had lead him to believe squirting was a myth. He knew pornography exaggerated and lied about how bodies worked, and he’d had orgasms that left him shaky and exhausted for hours after, but he’d never squirted once. Not when masturbating, not with a partner, not even when he’d been so wet he was dripping.
And then Jesse McCree happened.
Jesse with his sun-warmed gravel of a voice, Jesse who was broad and warm and whose smile always reached his eyes.
Jesse who had offered to help him unwind after battle, and when Hanzo said he was trans, just grinned and asked, “So, do I get more places to eat?”
Jesse who didn’t take one orgasm as his cue to stop, who had eaten out Hanzo’s cunt until he was squirming, fucked him slow and deep and sweet until they’d both come, and eaten him out again after.
Hanzo hadn’t been able to grip Jesse’s hair by the end of it, muscles worn weak, and when he got close and clenched his thighs around Jesse’s neck, Jesse had crooked his fingers just so and Hanzo gushed.
There was no other word for it, and he had been alarmed, even humiliated at first before realising the faint smell wasn’t unpleasant – it was almost sweet, if anything – and Jesse looked pleased with himself, not disgusted or amused.
“That hasn’t happened before,” Hanzo said as Jesse wiped them both down with a towel before draping it across the wet patch on the bed.
“There’s a trick to it,” Jesse said, splaying his fingers and wiggling them. “And I know a thing or two about tricks.”
Hanzo would have kissed him senseless if he hadn’t still felt uncomfortable about soaking Jesse’s face.
That discomfort had disappeared since.
Hanzo had been bent over, shoved up against, or spread out on every available surface, and Jesse had taken pride in ensuring he squirted damned near every single time. It had reached the point that Hanzo felt himself get wet anytime he saw Jesse with damp hair, associating the image with Jesse’s face buried between his legs and reacting on instinct.
Hanzo had ridden Jesse’s fingers until he’d been milked dry, until he felt so raw he could still feel Jesse inside him hours after, and Jesse had given and given and given until Hanzo could take no more, and had listened when Hanzo begged him to stop.
“You’re gorgeous when you’re wrecked,” Jesse had said, drying off his hands and face before stretching out at Hanzo’s side. He’d looked like he might have fucked the sun itself, all brown skin, dark hair, and darker eyes.
Hanzo had taken Jesse’s hand, pulled it down between his legs to cup him gently, fingers covering him up instead of pressing in, and said nothing. There wasn’t anything he could think of to say, or even anything he needed to.
The silence was comfortable, and it wasn’t until after they had taken a nap and Jesse finally rolled off the bed to go shower that Hanzo came up with something worth saying.
“Thank you.” Short and sweet and hopefully sufficient.
“It’s my pleasure, darlin’.”
Hanzo stretched out, satisfied and pleasantly wrung-out, thighs splayed to let cooler air reach his cunt, and realised that yes, it really was Jesse’s pleasure. Jesse visibly loved making him come, revelled in the days when Hanzo had soaked him to the elbow, and more than once had stolen Hanzo aside after a battle to get him off without so much as touching himself.
Jesse McCree had happened to him, and every exhausted, sore, fucked-out inch of him could not have been happier.
!!!! !!!thank you for the submission!!! （☉///∀///☉）!!
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.
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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.
“Look. McCree.”
Jesse doesn’t know how he could ever not look. Hanzo’s back is arched to a degree that looks painful, mouth wide open in soundless lust.
He looked sleek like a cat in Roadhog’s lap, tight muscled belly rubbing slick with sweat against the generous, huge curve of the mercenary’s stomach whenever he jerked, hips gyrating.
“He doesn’t want to give my cock up, McCree.”
Mako’s voice was coming right out of a nightmare; deep and ethereal – it seemed to be smooth as silk and wheezing at the same time. It gave McCree the creeps, but it wasn’t enough to make him not want to fuck his fist – so who was the biggest freak here?
“Look at him go,” Mako purred, huge hands on Hanzo’s hips, fingers digging into the tight, small ass to pull the cheeks apart and give Jesse a better look of Hanzo’s hole – stretched and puffy around the fat cock spreading him open. Hanzo cried out a profanity at the new stretch, arms shooting up, hands scrabbling without purchase against the swell of Roadhog’s belly before he gave up with a rough sob and just held on as best he could – hugging the big man’s stomach.
“He’s working it,” Roadhog informed him – as if Jesse wasn’t able to see it. The way Hanzo’s rim tightened and relaxed, his body massaging the dick warming him up from the inside. “Doesn’t want to give it up. Glad to finally have a big dick destroying him.”
Jesse could feel his face flush with eager embarrassment, belly curling up into a tight fist of want. He was not badly endowed – but no match to Roadhog’s sheer girth.
Hanzo let himself sag forward as much as possible, forehead pressing high up against Mako’s belly just beneath his wide, muscled chest. He was shuddering all over, muscles in his back twitching for McCree’s viewing pleasure. He was soaked in sweat, and McCree dimly thought he’d never been as worked up when it was just the two of them.
He likes it. Watching Mako drag a huge hand along Hanzo’s back and tell him – not unkindly – “Little sluts need big cocks. I know… I know…”
Roadhog was only talking in short sentences, but they were sinuous – sliding right into McCree’s core and slotting into a spot he hadn’t known existed until he watched Hanzo’s eyes light up when seeing Mako’s dick. (Until he saw how Hanzo fucking cuddled with the meaty cock, rubbing his face against it and mouthing at the spongy tip until it was swelling for him and Mako was good to go.)
He was right, too – Hanzo looked loathe to lift up even an inch; preferring to just twist his hips, drag Roadhog’s cock along his needy walls and have himself stuffed to the brim.
Jesse wondered whether he had a bulge in his belly. He wondered whether next time Hanzo would turn around and let him watch from the front – how his face became slack with lust, chest heaving with gasped, little breaths.
“Watch and learn, McCree.”
McCree had never been good at that; not in his Deadlock days and not in his time at Blackwatch. But fuck him if he wasn’t turned on by Roadhog showing him how to fuck his archer silly.
yooo @hsmut there was talk about Hanzo loving the jizz so here a v little something.
McCree was still out of breath, chest heaving from their morning jog through the park. Fog crawled across the ground, and soon he would begin to shiver; there was no way he would escape the morning chill – not as sweaty as he was.
He couldn’t say that he minded too much, given the sight presented to him right now.
“So that’s why you wanted me so badly to come run with you,” he drawled, one hand reaching out for Hanzo’s jaw to scratch his fingers along the sharp line of his beard, the thumb of the other hooking into the waistband of his sweats.
“You wanna play out here in the open?” He cast a quick look around. They were behind a tree and some scrubby bushes, but to call it secluded would have been ridiculous.
Hanzo kept staring up at him in a kind of adoration that was going right to Jesse’s head. He wasn’t answering so much with words as he was with actions – his tongue flicking against the rough pad of Jesse’s thumb as soon as it slid close enough to reach.
McCree wondered if any of their team mates had even the slightest clue that Hanzo was, in fact, a huge slut.
“Damn,” he muttered, a nervous kind of energy tightening his belly in anticipation. “Never done shit like this before.” But never shall it be said Jesse McCree would let himself get outgunned by some kinky, nymphomaniac ninja. He still had some tricks up his sleeve.
“You want a piece of this?” he crooned, and pushed his hoodie up over his belly. Hanzo’s pupils blew wide, a little stream of haze puffing up as he blows out his breath. He manages to look annoyed and excited at the same time, even as he lets himself get slowly guided closer towards Jesse’s body.
“No… No I know what you really want. But you could indulge an old cowboy, couldn’t ya? Be a little sweet to me after you dragged me out here for your kinky outdoor shit…”
He trailed off, sighing as Hanzo nuzzled forward into his belly, cheek and nose rubbing against the crisp hair covering it; lips wet and warm and welcome as they kiss and suckle at his belly button.
“Damn,” Jesse sighed, free hand on the back of Hanzo’s head, idly playing with his little pony tail.
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He can’t withhold his cock for too long. Hanzo is needy and single minded, and their open surroundings seem to rile him up more than usual.
Soon Jesse has to restrain him; tell him in no uncertain terms to behave himself while he drags the swollen tip of his cock across Hanzo’s wet lips and smears spit and pre-cum against those sharp, royal looking cheek bones.
The waistband of his pants has been hooked just beneath his balls. He is steaming into the cold morning air, and he feels like a fucking king when he pulls Hanzo in and makes him rub his face against his sweaty balls. He nearly fucking comes into Hanzo’s inky dark hair when all he does is groan and nuzzle in even further; tonguing cheekily and as wet as possible at his nuts before Jesse pushes him away again.
Hanzo – for as testy and sarcastic as he can be – just lets him go at it. He is puffing out foggy breaths, mouth soft and open and welcoming him to dip even just the tip inside. He looks nearly drunk on lust and gets almost adorably excited when Jesse starts jerking off right in front of his face.
He strains against the tight grip on his hair, eyes flicking up to Jesse’s flushed, intent face, then back down to his cock staring at the way his foreskin hides the fat, swollen head again and again; getting it to emerge shiny wet just a second later.
“Soon. Fuck. Soon,” Jesse groans, eyebrows drawn together. For a moment he forgets where they are – barely, badly hidden behind a bit of greenery – and just watches as Hanzo opens his mouth wide in anticipation, tongue out and waiting, shoulders positively fucking vibrating with excitement.
Jesse McCree might be a lot, but he sure as hell was not cruel. How could he make Hanzo wait when he’s been so patient for his morning treat?
His chin is lying heavy on his breast, and he thinks dimly that he probably was drooling, but he couldn’t care enough – not when he can watch how Hanzo lets him jerk off onto his tongue; eyes heavy lidded and glazed, staring up at him in satisfaction.
He can’t help but wipe the last clinging drop against the whiskers of Hanzo’s mustache, a dopey grin on his face, staring at the mess he made of Hanzo – and not hearing the heavy footsteps behind them.
crimsontentacles
replied to your post “Being always up for the weirdest kink ever, male lactation is of…”
ZOOMS CLOSE I am very much here for this, Hanzo being stressed and too frustrated to nurse and mccrree slips his fingers deep inside him to help… double amount of pleasure…
@seekthemist said: “
Tiddie milking, I knew you would get my meaning ❤ Like imagine Henzo being to strung up to properly relax and getting his stubbornness prostate-massaged out of him until his nipples are all leaking!”
(I’m v happy you followed into this fandom lol. your ideas are always top notch)
I’m also v happy and amused that both of you basically went for the same thing because Hanzo looks like he would be stressed and strung out 24/7. That boy needs to take a chill pill.
but also….
Jesse rolls his eyes up, trying to peer at Hanzo’s face. He couldn’t see much other than the sharp line of his jaw, but he could clearly hear the grinding of his teeth as he tried, and failed, to relax enough to properly let down.
McCree had been suckling for a good fifteen minutes with only the occasional hard-won drop coating his tongue – and while McCree was a very patient man when it was about nursing, Hanzo really wasn’t. He was becoming agitated with the dull hurt and the tantalizing wet pressure of Jesse’s mouth, even if he tried so very hard to seem calm and collected.
McCree rumbles low and soothing right against the wet, swollen nipple he let pop out of his mouth, slick fingers trailing up the inside of Hanzo’s leg. McCree was nothing if not prepared.
Hanzo grunts and turns his head to the side as if miffed at Jesse’s cheekiness. His hole however, when Jesse pets it and playfully pushes against the muscle, opens up more than eager – the muscles are soft and accepting, suckling him in and holding him snug inside. He can just about see the swell of Hanzo’s cheeks, and they’re flushed red. He has no idea what it means, but Hanzo hasn’t kicked him in the head yet so that was a good sign in his book.
Hanzo’s prostate felt just as ripe and swollen as his tits, and a little nudge with Jesse’s fingertip had the other man jerking and hissing through his teeth.
“Hey there,” McCree croons. He leans up on an elbow and stares at Hanzo’s flushed, sweaty face – and the swell of his full tits – as he starts slowly circling his prostate; patient drags around the area with wide, blunt fingertips.
He’s fascinated to see tears well up in Hanzo’s liquid dark eyes, jaw loosening from the desperate, hurt clench.
His hips are restless – curving up as if fucking; mindlessly reacting to the intimate petting he’s receiving from the inside.
“That’s it,” Jesse murmurs, head lowering to Hanzo’s left pec. “That’s it.”
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