
old nsfw mcgencio stuff from last year ((thanks for being willing to see it))
“Yeah…” Jesse sighs languidly and stretches his arms over his head, relaxing into the mattress he lies on as he watches Hanzo bounce on his lap. “Just like that, darlin’…feels good, don’t it? Look’it your little dick swing…”
Hanzo moans in reply, dropping his head back to bare the expanse of his throat. With his arms braced behind him and knees spread wide, he can take Jesse’s cock deeper into his body; but the tradeoff is that it forces him to display his body obscenely, chest and hips arched up like a lewd offering to a sex-crazed god named McCree. He glances down at himself and bites his lip, watches the way his cock bobs in the air, hard and arching up toward his belly and finally, finally, free.
birthday gift for @ikkanrana~ have some soft mcreyes n happy birth, dad!
Jesse is in the mess hall, chatting with some new recruits and reminiscing the days of old, when he gets the ping.
It’s sudden enough to make him drop his coffee–urgent enough that he gets up even as it spills across the table, has time only to throw a hasty apology over his shoulder as he rushes from the room. His boots thud noisily on the stairs as he runs down them, following a path to the med bay that’s well-known, muscle memorized.