2nd Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 8th Fill

McHanzo – Virgin Kink; SPH – Hanzo asked Jesse to fuck him and Jesse is surprisingly sweet about it… while managing to be a bastard at the same time

“Hah… J… Jesse…” Hanzo is clawing at the rumpled sheets, face mostly turned into the mattress. He’s already so worked up and Jesse has barely squeezed the tip of his cock into that peach pink hole Hanzo had offered him earlier.

Jesse’s voice is strained as he answers, trying and failing to sound not as on edge as he already feels with that silky heat wrapped around him and squeezing like a goddamn vice.

“Jus’… Jus’ try to relax…” He grabs at Hanzo’s hip, trying to keep him still as he angles his own leg for some leverage and pushes forward again. Lying on their sides makes it easier for Hanzo to accept the massive, unfamiliar intrusion – he thinks, at least – but it makes it more difficult to get his cock where he wants it to be so very badly.

Hanzo, true to form, does the exact opposite and clenches up sharp on the next couple inches and bows his back away from Jesse; though, Jesse notes as he scrabbles at him to keep him still again, he does not try to get away.

Jesse takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, then grunts: “Alright. Maybe like this-”

He hooks his cybernetic arm underneath Hanzo’s upper thigh and lifts it to take some of the wriggle room from him and also open his delicious virgin ass up further for his cock. Hanzo makes a rough sort of grunting cry and when Jesse works himself up onto his elbow to glance around the archer’s broad shoulders, he can see him slowly, almost dreamily lick at the hand he has balled into the sheets in front of his face, wet lips mouthing messily at the ball of his thumb as if he needed to be doing something with his needy mouth.

“There you go,” Jesse mutters, belly hot with need. He is surprised by his own eagerness. He can’t remember the last time he felt like this as he usually fucks slow and leisurely; almost lazily. Having Hanzo Shimada offer him the virginal clench of his tender ass is obviously doing things to him.

Not enough things, though, to not make him a bastard about it. His cybernetic hand, close to the source anyway, starts groping. Hanzo jerks and gurgles when Jesse gets his palm filled with the nice little handful that Hanzo is packing.

He sucks at the tip of Hanzo’s shoulder and makes sure to let him feel his beard as he cants his hips forward and feeds him more of his cock.

“Don’t need me askin’ why you are still all nice and untouched, hm?” he mumbles, thumb stroking soothingly across Hanzo’s cocklett like it’s a little animal. It is cute, really; so very short and a bit fat. A sweet little treat that Jesse can’t wait to suck into his mouth, but Hanzo shudders and flushes violently, inner muscles going lax all of a sudden to allow Jesse to slip inside to the hilt.

“Can’t hope to satisfy anybody with a little thing like that, mh? Seen clits that are bigger…”

He’s mean about it, but only because Hanzo likes it. He goes wild for it, small cock flexing adorably while Jesse can finally start in on fucking him slow and careful, using Hanzo’s distraction to get his ass stretched out on his dick.

“What a slutty little virgin,” he murmurs, tongue slipping out to drag wet and obnoxious along the cartilage of Hanzo’s ear. “Though you’re no virgin anymore now, hm? You’re a sloppy whore now… only good to take dick because your cock is so small and pathetic-”

Hanzo comes on his dick, quick and messy and way too early, but Jesse lets him have it, even pumps his cock through it. It’s his first time, after all.

2nd Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 5th Fill

McHanzo – service top McCree; Breeding kink, Pregnancy kink – Hanzo wants to get pregnant and Jesse is just happy to help

I’ve left it mostly open to whether it is an ABO verse or something else. you can let your imagination run wild 😛

The muscle of Jesse’s bicep is jumping as he braces himself against the bed with one arm, eyebrows furrowed in concentration to keep himself up and not smother Hanzo while simultaneously curling his other arm carefully around his hips, mechanical hand splayed across his lower belly as he carefully tugs him up into his hips – and onto his cock.

Hanzo groans beneath him, already wrecked sounding. He stretches his arms up over his head, the muscles in his back playing as he moves. His fingers slowly curl into the bedding, hips canting back of their own free will, ass cheeks squishing against Jesse’s hip bones as he stretches himself luxuriously beneath him and takes his cock deeper like it is just an afterthought.

Jesse closes his eyes and grits his teeth, swallowing down the first jittery impulse to fuck in deeper. He releases the breath abruptly and looks around until he can spot the firm, triangular pillow which he fishes closer a bit clumsily and carefully navigates underneath Hanzo’s hips.

“‘S good?” he mumbles; he can’t help how his cock is flexing in Hanzo’s slick, warm grip, but Hanzo seems to love it, purring and damn near yawning.

“Yes. It is acceptable.”

Jesse blows out another long breath and lets his head hang forward, the tips of his hair tickling Hanzo’s nape as he starts up a slow, experimental rhythm.

Slow drag out, until he can feel the resistance of Hanzo’s clenching rim against the flare of his tip, then back in; just as slow and just as deep, the hand not bracing him grabbing at one ass cheek to pull him open farther. Let him get in deeper.

The deeper the better, he thinks, body hot at the thought of breeding Hanzo up. Getting his cum deep into his belly right where he needs it to work it over into something new and exciting.

Hanzo groans beneath him, not as sleepy anymore now that he has a cock in his belly that is stretching his rim wide. He shuffles his knees apart helpfully, seemingly come to the same conclusion: the deeper the better.

The sooner his belly would start swelling, tits growing sensitive and a bit plumper. The sooner McCree breeds him up like an animal, the sooner he can fuck him while he is pregnant, those big paws of his doting over his large, swinging belly.

McCree is making almost no sounds as he fucks; his big barrel chest expanding in deep, labored breaths which he expels in a way that’s almost violent sounding as he fucks slow and deep and meticulous, his balls hot and big and full feeling whenever they gently swing against Hanzo’s perineum.

Hanzo closes his eyes and curls his toes. He likes the thought that McCree has paused his service for anybody else in order to collect for him. He likes the thought that McCree probably wants nothing more at the moment than to hold him down and deep dick him in rough, grunting thrusts, but holds himself back in order to give Hanzo what he desires.

Most of all, he likes the thought of McCree pumping him full and his body to start working with his thick cream. It is a wish come true and from the way McCree’s eyes had started glinting, cheeks going ruddy red with an eager flush as he’s told him – practically commanded him – to breed him up, he thinks it might have been one for McCree as well.

Hanzo slowly rounds his toy, watching how the sweat drips from the tip of his nose, his sensual wide mouth hanging open.

Hanzo enjoys playing with him in a way he hasn’t enjoyed any of his toys in a long while. The man is sturdy and a good sport about it; he can take what Hanzo gives him and doesn’t whine about it.

His broad back is littered with welts but nothing is bleeding. Sensitive but not excruciating. Just how Hanzo likes it.

He lets the arm length lash trail across the wide shoulders and watches the man shiver, then lean up a bit and into the touch. He carefully stretches his muscles, hands flexing and curling to get the blood circulation to pick up again in the wide steel manacles.

“You are good,” Hanzo murmurs. He steps around him again, nudging the handle of the whip beneath his chin until he lifts his head and lets it fall back, baring his throat and hairy chest to Hanzo’s gaze.

He grins, but it is exhausted. They’ve been at it for a while. Long enough that the sass is almost gone out of him.

For a second it looks like he is going to answer, but then he just shakes his head and Hanzo lets the lash of the whip tickle against his furry pecs, then strolls casually around him once more.

Whipping the American is almost cathartic. Every lash is met with a satisfying, thick sound and accentuated by his rough grunts. Every hit leaves a new stripe behind that his toy takes so very well.

“Will you scream for me tonight?” he mumbles, giving him another lash and listening to the low groan that accompanies it. He wanders around him again, while the American pants, tongue lolling like one of his dogs.

“N..” he starts, but has to swallow, wet his throat before he can get something out. “Never.”

Hanzo stares at him in contemplation, taking in the large, obvious bulge in his pants that he doesn’t make a move to hide – to the contrary, when he notices Hanzo staring, he opens his thighs. Shows himself off and grins at him cocksure.

Hanzo clicks with his tongue in disgust and rounds him once more to resume.

He is patient. He will get what he want – the man’s cries as much as his cock.

6th Ko-Fi Fic Prompt :)

I’ve been asked for a ~600words McHanzo with Okami Hanzo being a brat.

“Hanzo. Sit.”

Hanzo understands him. He knows full well what Jesse is expecting of him, he can see it in those dark, intelligent eyes – yet the Okami is flat-out refusing to do the simple trick.

He glances disdainfully at the little treat Jesse has pinched between his thick fingers, then turns around and lowers his chest towards the ground, ass nice and up. Jesse groans and sits back, rubbing the bridge of his nose with two fingers.

It is Hanzo’s response to just about anything asked of him: Maybe I’ll do it if you fuck me. The Okami turns his head, glancing back at Jesse when his owner doesn’t do quickly enough what he demands.

When he sees Jesse still just sitting there, watching him exasperatedly, he makes a soft sound in the back of his throat – somewhere between a growl and trill. Pretending he is being sweet and harmless when in fact he is being a brat and ignoring the simplest of commands.

“Sit,” Jesse tells him again, trying for authoritative and failing a mile wide. He watches as Hanzo lifts his thick white tail to the side in response, showing off that sweet dark space between his muscular cheeks.

He still looks at Jesse expectantly, and Jesse curses his dick which helplessly lifts at the sight.

He regrets, to some extent, ever having bought Hanzo. He feels like his dick might have done the talking from the very beginning; seeing as Hanzo had been presented to him collared and leashed to the wall, sitting there nice and prim with his tits on display; looking for all the world like he chose to be there instead of his old handler having had enough of his antics and leashing him to the spot.

He also feels like the previous owner might have kinda sweet talked him into it; there’s been no denying the obvious relief on the man’s face when Jesse signed the papers. Hanzo’s pedigree was mind boggling, to tell the truth, but the owner practically sold him for pennies.

“You’re horrible,” Jesse mutters when he slides from his chair onto his knees, one hand grabbing the root of Hanzo’s thick, well-groomed tail, the other going between his cheeks without much preamble. Hanzo might squirm and pretend he’s never been touched like it before – and it might have impressed Jesse the first few times – but by now he knows Hanzo’s game too well.

His humiliation lies in his inability to say ‘no’ to it, he supposes. Knowing Hanzo’s antics is one thing – but consistently falling for them, too…

The Okami is simply too intelligent for his own good.

Hanzo squirms for a second, but Jesse’s grip is hard and no-nonsense on his tail. Realizing that his owner might be a little miffed, he goes still and lifts his ass higher into the treatment; forgoing his tricks and little lies for once in favor of getting to the point – which is, quite frankly, to be serviced by his master.

Jesse knows he is not making it any better; he is rewarding bad behavior and re-inforcing Hanzo’s strong will, but deep down he kind of wants it that way.

He can’t imagine Hanzo as anything but a haughty cock-hungry slut. The pup acts like a God that deigns them with his presence, and trying to break that would mean Hanzo is no longer Hanzo.

… Not to mention the fact that men far more competent and experienced in training pets have tried their luck and gotten nowhere fast with the stubborn mule of a pup.

So Jesse quietly resigns himself to a life of weirdly co-existing with his pet; begging him to do the tricks he knows very well, thankyouverymuch and letting himself get coerced into pleasuring his insatiable pup.

“Ha… Ha… Hanzo,” Winston wheezes, jackknifing up and curling his arms around Hanzo’s middle when Hanzo, unimpressed, lets himself slide down a little further.

He presses his face between the archer’s shoulder blades, blunt fingers scratching lightly at his belly as he desperately tries to find purchase; something to hold on to while his cock is held unbearably snug in the grip of Hanzo’s body; furnace hot and silky inside.

“MMmmhhh,” Hanzo hums, the hands with which he is bracing himself on Winston’s thick thighs gripping hard; his only concession to the immense stretch. He arches his back, head tilting backwards until the end of his pony tail tickles Winston’s ear. “So big…”

Winston can feel himself flushing brick red. He squirms in place, arms tightening around Hanzo’s thick waist and unwittingly pulling him harder down onto his cock, making him cry out hoarse, muscles tightening all along Winston’s poor, unprepared cock.

“Stretching me so wide,” Hanzo murmurs, and Winston does not need to look to know he is staring at McCree; the other agent sitting on a chair in front of them, hands clasped between his spread knees; mouth a little open in reverence as he watches his fiance enjoy himself with another man.

Winston just about wants to die of embarrassment. He pulls back a bit, daring to let go with one large, shaking hand and trying to straighten his glasses – but Hanzo immediately utilizes his new freedom to move his hips; a slow, grinding rocking motion that makes Winston choke on his tongue, barrel chest expanding as he takes a massive breath.

Hanzo whines deep in his throat. His hole is slick and well-trained; gripping Winston and working him with internal muscles. He can feel it from the outside as well; Hanzo’s abdominal muscles clenching and relaxing beneath Winston’s sweaty hand.

“Y… You like that, babydoll?” McCree croaks, gaze feverish as Winston peers over Hanzo’s shoulder towards him. He looks like he is about to drool; tongue almost lolling out of his slack mouth, cheeks a ruddy red beneath his thick beard.

“He has such a nice cock,” Hanzo informs him slow and languid. He stops moving in favor of just feeling Winston inside him; reaching deep and spreading him unforgivably wide. “So big and warm… Love it so much…”

McCree nods along, eyes fixed on where Hanzo is being spread open wide, thighs splayed over Winston’s thick, hairy legs.

“Bet he can fill me up so well…” Hanzo continues, and Winston jerks when he feels his fingers on his sac, cupping and squeezing it as he stares straight into McCree’s flushed face. “He’s going to last me a while… Even if he fills me up now, he’ll be ready in no time. He’s got so much stored up in here…” He squeezes once more and Winston clenches his teeth, holding onto Hanzo’s sturdy hips with a bruising grip now, sweat prickling along his chest and arms and belly; everywhere dark hair dusts his skin.

“He’s not going to rabbit fuck me and leave me unsatisfied,” Hanzo purrs throatily and McCree groans at the not-so-veiled insult, hands moving, one of them gripping his knee, the other cupping his cock through his jeans.

“You big oafs have no idea how to use your cocks,” Hanzo says, but it does not sound like an insult; his voice is soft like he’s smiling, his insides rippling along Winston’s cock; and then he is moving again, slow and torturous and Winston goes nearly cross-eyed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His luck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Make him choose them over the other.

And he is more than ready for it.

With a Little Encouragement

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Fandom: Overwatch
Pairing: McCree/Hanzo
Warnings: inverted nipples, clothing play (Hanzo wearing a bra)
Notes: A ko-fi commission for @mo-mouse! Thanks again for the tasty prompt and your support!

“Aw, darlin’. You look great.” McCree drawls, leaning back in his chair and appreciating the view.

Hanzo does his best not to squirm, the praise flushing his ears. He sticks his chest out that much more, face settling into the haughty confidence it usually exudes. His gi pools at his waist, the ill-fitting lace bra tugged down and bulging beneath the generous swell of Hanzo’s chest.

Hanzo looks incredible, disheveled and preening, but the thing McCree likes most are the soft, inverted peaks of his nipples, the tips hidden around the pink swell of his areola. With a raised eyebrow or crook of his finger, Hanzo would come to him. Instead, McCree asks out loud, loving how Hanzo reacts to his low, smoky words.

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Okami!Hanzo/Woof!McCree + owner!Genji Part 3

Hanzo had been a mean little bitch ever since Jesse pulled off of him, and Genji can’t find it in him to pity his pet as he gets pinned down and mounted by the hirsute canine.

Jesse had been patient enough, he supposes; enduring Hanzo showing off the sweet space beneath his tail, letting him sniff and occasionally lick at the warm, pouty hole just to be denied the second he made motions to mount up, and even going so far as letting Hanzo bite at him without defending himself.

Even now Genji can see a few purpling bruises on his arms and ribs – all in the distinct shape of Hanzo’s vicious teeth.

He is leaning back and sipping at his tea; sweet and absurdly tasty as he watches the display before him.

Jesse fights dirty, which is to no surprise at all. He utilizes the advantages of his bigger body ruthlessly, pinning Hanzo down with one large hand between his shoulder blades and the other on the side of his face, unselfconsciously mashing Hanzo’s head into the unforgiving floor as he carefully gets up onto the balls of his feet, tail wagging behind him like a big, shaggy raincloud.

Genji does feel a stab of worry when Jesse starts forcing his impressive cock into the purebred canine beneath him, but he supposes this is all for Hanzo’s own good: after all, if he is to be bred up by this large, hairy brute, he should at least tolerate getting fucked by the meaty girth of his ruddy cock.

Hanzo, as per usual, seems to think otherwise. By the time Jesse starts hunching down with intent, fucking forward in sharp, powerful thrusts, Hanzo is damn near frothing at the mouth in outrage, howling and clawing at the floor. His thighs are shaking, feet scrabbling as he tries and fails to find any kind of purchase or leverage to buck the heavy weight off of his back.

Genji, fascinated, slowly puts his tea to the side and leans forward. Watching his pets fuck is mesmerizing. The room’s air is thick with their stench in moments; Hanzo’s sweet-and-musky slick filling the air just as much as Jesse’s body working up a sweat.

For the longest time it feels like Hanzo will not calm down; that he will yowl like a disgruntled cat the whole way through his breeding, even when his belly is warmed by cock and his guts are getting sticky with his body’s own excited secretions. Genji is just wondering whether Jesse has any sort of contingency plan for afterwards, since it seems like Hanzo will surge around and rip out his throat the second he has an opportunity to do so, when Hanzo’s demeanour changes suddenly.

He becomes quiet, his outraged howls tapering off to breathless pants, eyes slitting in exhausted pleasure as Jesse keeps fucking, hips hunched and muscles trembling along his body as he keeps the awkward half-crouch across the other canine’s form.

Jesse, supremely unperturbed, shifts his broad hand from Hanzo’s face and replaces it with his tongue; liberally and eagerly licking at the other’s temple and jaw, sloppily grooming him while fucking in deep, sensuous strokes – as if this is normal; as if he has been waiting the whole time just for this… and Genji wonders if there is something he is missing altogether.

Jesse is crooning, fucking and grooming while Hanzo just takes it, jaw loose and tongue lolling out against the dirty floor: more undignified than Genji has ever seen him.

The sound of their coupling is gentle and wet; a squelching, suckling sound whenever Jesse moves his hips and slides his ruddy dog cock through Hanzo’s clenching, silky insides that seem to try so very hard to keep him inside and not let him go…

When Jesse knots, it is without any grandeur; just his incessant licking ceasing for a moment, face contorting and teeth gnashing as he suddenly shoves a little deeper, accompanied by a pathetic little yip of Hanzo who looks positively out of it –

and then it happens; the cessation of those wet, intriguing sounds followed by some more dribbling; a little, shy pitter-patter of liquid hitting the marble tiles of Genji’s floor, rapidly growing faster, until-

a hissing stream of urine hits the floor. Genji half-jerks from his reclining position, mouth dropping open as he hisses: “H-Hanzo!” but there is no way he could have stopped the flood now as Hanzo shakes beneath Jesse, stuffed full of his knot and submissively pissing on the ground beneath him, thighs shaking with exhaustion.

His eyes have rolled up into his head, face looking positively ecstatic as he wets himself; the stream of piss strong and hot enough that it gently steams.

Jesse is grinning broad and proud, tail wagging, and Genji weakly sinks back into his chair, one hand helplessly holding on to his cock through his robes as he watches the display.

This has been what he’d been hoping for all along, hasn’t it? Hanzo accepting Jesse as his stud… His prissy, well-bred Hanzo submissively pissing himself after getting dick so good that he seems to have forgotten how to behave…

Jesse is looking at him now, still grinning broad and shit-eating, tongue lolling, panting from fucking his bitch into the floor, and Genji has the distinct feeling that this is only the beginning… though he doesn’t quite know of what.

mchanzo stink kink??

Hanzo has been rubbing his face against Jesse’s chest for a good ten minutes now; mouthing at it, rubbing his lips against the crisp hair, the tip of his nose gently dragging through the unkempt fur.

Jesse’s first thought had been that the archer wanted to nurse and was too skittish to admit it; but his fingers when they joined in on the action were sure and unafraid to pinch the flat tips meanly between blunt nails or roll them and squeeze them between the rough pads until tears sprung up in Jesse’s eyes and he had to pant through his mouth like a dog.

No, Hanzo did not want to nurse on him, despite being seemingly so obsessed with his chest that he didn’t let him move from underneath him. It took Jesse a while to understand what he was so squeamish about; until he heard the soft little huffs of breath Hanzo took whenever he skirted closer to one of Jesse’s hairy pits, because Hanzo was so very diligent in not showing what got his gears good and going.

After that, it was easy to give him what he so obviously craved: McCree’s big paw curling around the sensible top knot he still wore, holding on fast even as Hanzo started squirming and protesting.

“Shhhh,” Jesse soothed, guiding Hanzo’s face – his nose – into his armpit with a little more force because he was pretty sure it was easier getting a cat into a bath than to help Hanzo Shimada to his luck.

“There ya go,” he croons finally as he has Hanzo’s face buried deep in the humid mess of his pit hair, face heating up as he tries to breathe through the tickling sensation of Hanzo’s breath – he is reasonably sure that Hanzo will castrate him if he laughs now.

Cautiously, he loosens the grip he has on the archer’s hair. By now he doesn’t need to force Hanzo any longer: he buries his face into the fragrant, warm place all on his own, moaning soft and delirious as he chokes himself on the thick smell.