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Hanzo sub for the first time? 

He’s weak for sweet talk. He didn’t get so much encouragement as a kid/younger man. 

(Very rushed, It started as face practice)

Oh my god I don’t usually reblog nsfw on this blog (besides my own) but this is… so sweet and so good and I’M SCREAMING… BLESS THIS!

Hanzo being submissive and being a mewling mess 2kforver

I have an exhibitionism kink. McHanzo getting it on in a crowded train.

“Open your eyes, McCree.”

Hanzo curls a strand of Jesse’s hair around his finger, playfully tugging, eyes casting a sly gaze towards the rest of the train wagon.

“Look at them. They’re staring. They can’t believe their eyes.”

McCree is clawing at the edge of his seat. His cheeks are ruddy beneath the scruff of his unkempt beard, brow shining with sweat.

Cock silky between Hanzo’s gripping fingers.

It’s like Jesse can’t believe himself what was happening. He is probably wondering how it could’ve let to this – to him digging his heels into the floor, spurs jangling, abs clenching, cock flexing in Hanzo’s sly grip in the middle of a packed train wagon.

People had been so quiet the whole ride over – now they were murmuring. A dull backdrop as they seemed flustered, intrigued, disgusted with their conduct.

Hanzo seems supremely unperturbed. He is a warm, insistent weight against Jesse’s side, fingers tickling the underside of his cock; letting it slide velvety through his fingers, pulling down the foreskin until the swollen, wet head was out in the open – glistening and on display for everybody to see.

“Open your eyes, McCree,” Hanzo cajoles again – like he hasn’t heard the scandalized gasp from somewhere. He’s reaching farther down and McCree grits his teeth, eyes snapping open in alarm. He wants to say something but can’t – tongue tied when he suddenly sees the ring of people that has built around them.

Some have their phones out.

He’s fucked either way.

It doesn’t matter if Hanzo lifts his ripe, large testicles out of his underwear as well. It doesn’t fucking matter anymore. He kicks his heels out, jams them back into the ground – makes a great big fucking ruckus as Hanzo slowly jerks him in front of the crowd, the wagon becomes sweltering and the air almost too thick to breathe, and Jesse wildly wonders whether they missed their stop.

He can’t believe this shit. How Hanzo can look cool and collected – like he’s doing nothing more than scratch an itch while daintily licking the tips of his fingers and then circling them round and round Jesse’s tip – shows everybody how Jesse likes it best.

Shows everybody and the world how Jesse looked when he jerked out his orgasm; coaxed it out right there in the rattling train in front of gaping onlookers.