yooo. *shifty eyes* … @bicosporn because reasons đ didnât think Iâd write it so soon tbh but I had a surprising amount of time and dedication today.
âtis basically McCree being really into Hanzoâs tits and having a dirty mouth.
McCree hadnât listened to Winstonâs briefing for a good five minutes, and he supposed there would be some people pissed off about his lack of attention, but really he was confused about how anyone was able to concentrate when Hanzo was making a show out of himself right there on the other side of the room for everybody to see.
McCree sure as hell wasnât able to focus on anything else other than Hanzoâs chest since Winston had moved down from the dais, and Hanzo had moved with him to keep him in sight, rotating minimally but just enough for this poor, helpless bastard to see that heâd crossed his arms sometime during the lecture, and…
…and to be honest, these days it took little else for Jesse to get hot and bothered since heâd finally eroded Hanzoâs resistance a couple weeks ago. Hanzo was like a drug.
So Jesse just stood there, leaning against the wall and pretending he was bored to hell listening, when in reality he was ogling Hanzo across the room, face hidden by his wide-brimmed hat, furiously chewing on the toothpick he had taken with him after lunch.
Hanzoâs pecs looked positively plush, squished together like they were between the restricting frame of his biceps, and McCree wondered how deep that snug little valley between them could be. How deep the dip would be if he put his mind to squeezing Hanzoâs pecs together for his own selfish benefit.
He thought about cupping Hanzoâs chest; basically taking generous hand fulls of the smooth, defined muscles and kneading them; rubbing the palms of his hands across pouty nipples that would get hard and needy at the slightest attention, as heâd been able to confirm for himself.Â
He thought about straddling Hanzoâs ribcage; of having this proud princeling beneath him, looking up at him with dark, cool eyes that could start burning so quickly – Hanzoâs temper always close beneath the surface, no matter how hard he tried to hide it.
McCree grit his teeth, feeling the toothpick start to splinter and warp. He pulled one knee up and put his foot on the wall behind him just to give the heavy weight of his lazily pulsing cock some room, and also shield his predicament from the others.
It was then that Hanzo moved, and the light shifted across the swell and dip of his chest, as well as the muscles of his tattooed left arm, showing it off just as much as the rest of his barely clothed-
Goddamn he was practically naked, wasnât he?! McCree had been able to attest it himself how easy it was to pull the side of his kimono down from his shoulder, getting it to pool around his waist and giving delicious, free access to his upper body, and…
Jesse jerked out of his – well… obsession, if he was honest – as Torbjörn briefly stumbled into his leg. The briefing was over and the ones attending it were filing out – only McCree remained, carefully adjusting the swollen bulge of his cock, and trying to get his pulse back under control after Hanzoâs… after his… well. After his display.
It took him embarrassingly long to realize he wasnât even alone in the room; that in fact Hanzo was still there, standing on the other side and looking at him with inscrutable dark eyes and a knowing smirk on his lips, half-hidden by the whiskers of the neatly kept beard.
âYa little bastard,â Jesse whispered, stunned and delighted by the unexpected challenge thrown at his feet. He numbly watched Hanzo leave – then spat out the mangled remains of the toothpick and hurried after him.
It never occurred to McCree how well trained he already was.
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âNa-ah, babydoll.â McCree struggled to hold Hanzo at a distance with the fist full of thick hair heâd grabbed earlier – and then, after Hanzo seemed determined to still get at his price, eyes glittering and mouth invitingly wet, he curled the other one around his cock to shield it. The metal felt blessedly cool against his angrily pounding flesh – especially after the suckling, eager heat of Hanzoâs mouth.
Hanzoâs lips parted, the tip of his tongue peeking out for a second. It looked as if he was about to stretch it out and try to touch it to the dark red head of McCreeâs cock, then seemed to think better of it at the last moment and quickly closed his mouth, eyes flicking up to meet Jesseâs heated stare.
There was a flush across his prominent cheekbones. McCree had no idea what was going on in his head kneeling here in Hanzoâs small Overwatch HQ room, after having enthusiastically sucked McCreeâs cock until his throat had bulged with it – McCree had been able to feel it with a hand curled around Hanzoâs throat.
âWhat is it?â Hanzoâs gaze started drifting back down, then quickly jerked back up again. McCree could feel his cock flex against the unrelenting grip of his metal hand. Hanzo was a fucking drug, and Jesse needed to keep his wits about him so he wouldnât get dragged down into that swamp.
He swallowed thickly and squeezed his cock a little harder than necessary just to calm down. Hanzo looked delicious kneeling before him and looking up, upper body naked and tattoo dark against his left shoulder.
âAh think you have somethinâ to make up to me, donâtcha?âÂ
McCree watched Hanzoâs eyebrows drift together in chagrin, eyes sliding off to the side. McCree grinned, finding his feet once again, and feeling himself settle more firmly into what was happening.
âDid you think Iâd just forget what you did? Lookinâ like a little slut; showinâ off your pretty tits to the whole room…â
It was fascinating to see the change in Hanzoâs face; how it slackened a little, the flush lowering from his cheekbones into his cheeks, eyes going even darker as his pupils blew wide. Jesse felt breathless, as if heâd ran for too long and too fast. Heâd almost thought heâd be overstepping a boundary, but… seeing Hanzoâs reaction, he felt more secure in what he was about to do.
âAh know yâ like showing off like a whore,â he crooned, words drawling out like syrup. He finally let go off his cock and instead cupped the side of Hanzoâs jaw, metal thumb dragging across his lower lip. âWhy donât ya show off for me? Show me your gorgeous tits. Been hungry for them for…â
Heâs trailing off, never finishing the sentence, as he watches Hanzo move – hands lifting obediently; cupping the undersides of his pecs to slightly shove them together. He looks lewd and obscene and fucking perfect; showing off just like that as if he… as if he just wanted to be pretty and obedient for him – yet at the same time he looked away and to the side, seemingly embarrassed at his own needy display.
âDaaahlinâ,â McCree groans, cock jerking against his dangling, broad belt buckle. âGet on the fuckinâ bed. Get on the fuckinâ bed, Hanzo.â
They nearly trip over each other like goddamn teenagers in their haste.
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âGorgeous, little slut. Lookit you showinâ off for me.â
McCree couldnât believe that he was actually doing what heâd been fantasizing about not too long ago; kneeling astride Hanzoâs ribcage and watching him press his pecs together solely for Jesseâs viewing pleasure.
He began to wonder whether heâd hit his head during one of their missions and was maybe lying in a hospital bed somewhere.
The thought flew out of his head when he gently rocked his hips, the head of his dick dragging along the valley Hanzo had created, leaving behind sticky pre-cum.
Hanzoâs nostrils flared as he caught the sharp scent, and his mouth opened on a small, almost shy moan.
âYeah…â McCree breathed, and then again, with a little euphoric laugh as he moved again, more assured this time, âYeah.â
It was so easy to reach down and push Hanzoâs hands away; get his own on that glorious chest and knead and push just as he saw fit. Just a couple weeks ago – hell, just a couple hours ago – he hadnât thought Hanzo would ever let him close enough to do this.Â
In the end, though, Hanzo looked downright drunk on the way Jesse used him. His hair was loose and all over the place – thick and dark as ink where it hadnât greyed yet. It made him look out of it; totally enthralled by the motion of McCreeâs cock through the valley between his pectoral muscles. The tips of his ears, whenever they peeked out of the mess of his hair, were bright red, and it struck McCree as shockingly adorable – a word he thought heâd never associate with Hanzo Shimada.
âHelp me.. help me,â he chanted, voice low and shot. He dug his fingers into Hanzoâs chest when he immediately moved obedient and accommodating to McCreeâs single-minded pleasure; hands coming up to form a tight roof across McCreeâs cock and keep it from slipping out of the gratifyingly plush valley of his cleavage.
âCome…â Hanzo licked his lips and tried it again, eyes flicking up briefly to McCreeâs face before staring down again, nearly cross-eyed as he watched the dark red, swollen tip of Jesseâs cock emerge from beneath his hands again and again. âCome closer.â
McCree didnât think heâd ever forget the sight of Hanzo straining his head up, tongue out to try and get little licks in across his cockâs leaking tip.
âOh god, oh god, oh…â He had to bite his tongue to stop babbling, and just kept watching, harsh gasps ripping out of his throat whenever he fucked into the warm, tight tunnel of Hanzoâs hands, and felt the fluttering touch of his tongue against the very tip.
When he came, he did so without warning – and remorse, if he was perfectly honest.
The sight of thick streaks of cum slicking across Hanzoâs chin and getting caught in the dark hair of his beard, was almost better than the burning, tugging sensation of the orgasm itself.
McCree wondered vaguely if Hanzo would ever agree to him taking pictures of his blissed-out cum-streaked face, because McCree thought heâd never seen anything sexier in his damn life – it was enough to motivate his dick into a valiant effort to stay hard.
âGorgeous slut,â he whispered, dragging the knuckles of his right hand gently across Hanzoâs heated cheek.
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