Commissioned by the very generous and patient and sweet @carbonoid-nsfw (who I can’t tag properly, thank you tumblr -_-).

We were talking about virgin!Lúcio getting trained by McCree and Reaper a while back and they wanted to know more about that loveliness with lots of Lúcio getting messy ❤

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Lúcio hadn’t even been on McCree’s radar the first time they met; sure, the kid was cute – and damn pretty – but also hung out with D.Va and Tracer most of the time; there weren’t really any connections between the two and Jesse was just lazy enough not to want to persue anything; preferring to sit and enjoy the view of cute dimples and a nice perky bubble ass bouncing up and down while the kids played video games.

All of that changes drastically one hot late Summer evening with only a few of the usual suspects lounging around in their own sweat – too hot to do anything but groan, but also too lazy to drag themselves away into cooler rooms of the base.

McCree is about to doze off, hat pulled down into his face, eyes still wandering amelessly beneath the wide brim, and fixating on Lúcio and D.Va sitting at the counter across the room, slurping ice cream – when it happens.

When his obsession starts.

He thinks it’s a trick of the light at first; but it happens again and again – a little shimmer of metal making itself apparent right there in the middle of Lúcio’s tongue.

The kid has a fucking piercing; a fat little ball snuggling against the plush red of his tongue.

McCree is hooked.

.o.

It was not as hard to get into Lúcio’s pants as he had initially thought. It was, to the contrary, ridiculously easy because of one reason that one should not be remiss in taking into consideration: Lúcio was a slut.

He was eager for praise and happy to give love and he was fucking wild for cock, if how he was snuggling on McCree’s lap and reaching again and again for the big bulge in his slacks was anything to go by.

It was almost too quick for Jesse. His mind reeled; he could barely comprehend how his half-assed plan had actually worked; asking Lúcio over to look at a made-up wound, and go from there…

What the fuck had he said? What glorious thing had he said to earn himself a lap full of the short young man and his hot little body wriggling in badly concealed excitement? He needed to remember for future endeavors but he couldn’t keep his head straight; not when Lúcio was begging for a kiss, lips a little open and wet as he offered them up, and… damn McCree thought he’d be better than this. He’d hoped he’d get this far, of course. He’d kinda planned for this to happen – but in the end, he hadn’t thought it actually would happen.

That he’d get to kiss Lúcio; gentle his over eager mouth down into a slow, sensual drag of lips; experience first hand that yes the kid did indeed have a piercing and he hadn’t been imagining things in his half-dead overheated state.

“Easy now,” he wheezes. He has to lean away from Lúcio’s eager mouth; hands on his shoulders to hold him back from seeking more sucking kisses and offer his little tongue up like candy. It feels like he unleashed something and he dimly wonders whether he can even deal with it; with Lúcio slithering down between his knees and eagerly pulling at the fly of his jeans, eyes big and brown and pretty as he peeks up at Jesse’s sputtering face; or how he fucking snuggles with the cock he pulls out; rubs his cheek against the warm shaft and smears the sticky head against his goatee as he obviously tries to hype himself up into giving him a kiss; letting him dip into the warm cave of his unused pretty mouth.

Or… was he even…? McCree feels his cock flex in Lúcio’s clumsy grip, toes curling in his boots.

“Sweetheart,” he grates out, hand cupping the side of Lúcio’s face, thumb rubbing across the patch of his goatee. “Never done this before, have you?” Lúcio squirms on the spot, tilts his head, rubs his cheek into the cup of McCree’s palm and then snuggles in against the wiry thatch of pubic hair more firmly – almost defiantly.

He doesn’t say anything, but still his answer is clear enough. His skin feels feverishly hot to the touch; especially the tip of his ear that McCree playfully pinches between his fingers.

“Could take a picture of ya and show it t’ the world. Lookin’ damn gorgeous with a dick in your hands. Little virgin slut…”

Lúcio groans at that; lips wet and parted against the swollen tip of McCree’s cock, eyes going a little glassy as he rolls them up to look at him; shy and pleading. Jesse grits his teeth, thumb sliding over to push between Lúcio’s lips; fuck into his warm, welcoming mouth and rub across the soft tip of his tongue.

“Yeah? You’d like that?” he whispers, belly a tight clench of need. “You’d love having another cock to play with, don’t you?”

Lúcio closes his eyes, mouth falling open, hands gently squeezing McCree’s cock between their sweaty, excited palms.

“Shit,” McCree rasps, chest feeling tight (and balls even tighter; full and ripe – ready to unload across the gorgeous brown face and mark him up) “Ya gonna kill me, sweetheart.”

He wonders what Lúcio will look like suckling cock for the first time. He wonders how that piercing will feel pressed against his flesh, sitting hard and smooth right in the middle of the plush tongue.

Lúcio is cooing. He’s going at his dick like it’s a small, cute animal, and McCree should probably feel offended by it but he can’t bring himself to when Lúcio looks so fucking enamoured with his cock. Like he’s not ready to let it go any time soon. Like he’ll strangle it in his need to get it to come for him, hands a little too tight around the base, holding it so he can tongue messily at the slit.

McCree fumbles for his phone and nearly drops it to the ground in his haste to get it right side up and open Snapchat. His head is pounding, and his cock is flexing and he wonders how fucking lucky one single man could be when he takes a picture of Lúcio’s near ecstatic face as he liberally drools over the toy he’s gotten himself.

‘He’s a virgin’ the message across the bottom of the picture reads as he sends it off to the one person he knows without a doubt will understand how to properly… react.

.o.

“McCree. How did you even get your hands on that?”

Reyes sounds almost disgusted, and the glance he throws McCree is definitely pissed even as he helps Lúcio to take his cock; big hands around the boy’s head to keep him from choking himself in his enthusiasm like he did earlier.

Lúcio is gazing up at them with glassy eyes and utter reverence, lips looking obscene stretched around Reyes’ cock. His cheeks are dimpled with the force of his over-eager suckling and McCree watches with a dry mouth as Gabriel’s thick fingers dance across the dip before he guides Lúcio deeper onto his dick and turns his head just so – uses the kid as a god damn fleshlight to rub the head of his cock against his cheek from the inside and make it bulge.

McCree squeezes the base of his cock tightly at the sight. He is mumbling something – thinks at least that he is answering Reyes – but his attention is on the pretty brown body stretched out between Gabriel’s thighs like an offering.

Reyes had taken command over the situation the second he had set foot into McCree’s room, and Jesse had to admit – even if only to himself – that he was kinda glad for it. He’d watched with his cock wet from Lúcio’s greedy mouth, as Gabriel had pulled the kid out of his clothes with big, surprisingly gentle hands while constantly murmuring in his ear; and kept watching as Lúcio seemed to melt against the Commander, face getting darker with a flush, fingers curling into the tight shirt Reyes was wearing, young, sleek cock curving up towards his belly with excitement.

He hadn’t expected Reyes to be such a sweet talker – whatever it was he was crooning at Lúcio as he tickled fingers along the underside of the boy’s cock and made him jerk – and if Jesse had wondered whether Lúcio would be put out at the sudden company, his fears were thoroughly assauged at the way Lúcio mewled and practically tried climbing Gabriel on the spot; easily coaxed from one cock to the other.

“Gorgeous, little treat,” he is mumbling now, metal hand sliding along Lúcio’s back – watching him shudder from the cold and lift his hips as the smooth fingers slip teasingly into the inviting little valley he has there.

He crouches down, helps himself to hands full of the perky ass and pushes his cheeks apart to get a nice, good look at the young man’s hole. It looks almost obscenely tender, the little muscle twitching under his scrutinizing gaze.

“Hey little whore. This is where the action’s at.” Jesse glances up sharply at the miffed tone and catches the tail end of Reyes pushing Lúcio’s head back around; he must have wanted to see what McCree was up to; chin messy with spit and cheeks sticky from rubbing Reyes’ cock against them.

McCree watches Lúcio strain back forward, mouth open, eager to suckle the fat brown cock back down again – only for Reyes to restrain him with a fist around the thick braids.

“Nah-ah. Not so fast. You were awfully quick letting my poor dick go just now; you can’t just dive back in as if nothing’s happened.” There was the creaking of the mattress to be heard as Reyes settled in for the long haul. McCree grinned and licked his fingers; let them drag across Lúcio’s hole and listened to the little whimper from above, pretty ass clenching for him.

“Get your tongue out. Show it to me. Yeah, good boy. Ah – but what’s that? Little virgin boy got himself a slutty piercing… Who’d’ve known.”

Gabriel, obviously; he’d seen the picture McCree sent him earlier; the piercing gleaming and in full view as Lúcio had used his cock as an ice cream cone. He looked up now; dragged his scruffy chin across Lúcio’s ass as he placed it there while gently rounding and petting his hole – occasionally dipping down to cup his tender, naked balls. The thought of Lúcio carefully shaving them had his belly clench in sudden, hot need of seeing it.

Reyes was grinning. It looked fucking feral and if McCree had been on the receiving end, he wasn’t sure whether he’d been able to still keep it up at that point. Lúcio didn’t seem to have any compunctions, however; just rocked his hips back a little, showing Jesse the wink of his gorgeous, brown little hole which he gave a little experimental kiss because he couldn’t fucking help himself.

Above, he could hear Lúcio’s whining gasp.

When he glanced up, lips still rubbing across the virgin hole, tongue dabbing at it just to be a teasing bastard, he could just about see Reyes fingering Lúcio’s obediently stretched tongue, the other hand holding his jaw in place so he wouldn’t lunge for Reyes’ cock bobbing fat and inviting just centimeters in front of his nose – or turn and look back again, watching what the fuck McCree was doing to his inexperienced, pretty cunt.

“Why’d a little boy like you get a piercing like that?”

“I…” Lúcio hesitates and McCree huffs a warm laugh right against the twitching muscle before he presses another open mouthed kiss against it – keeping just enough of Lúcio’s attention to keep him scatterbrained and twitchy, and still catch what the hell Reyes was doing. This was going to be a good one. “I just…”

Lúcio was speaking with a lisp; not even trying to get Reyes to stop fondling his tongue and the piercing, and just taking the degradation. What a good boy he was.

“No. Don’t give me that I just bullshit. We all know why you got it.” Reye’s biceps bulged and McCree was entranced by the sight of it; he imagined his former Commander was petting the soft, pink tongue with two fingers; just lovingly rubbed them across the length of it, teasing around the ball of his piercing – and not caring about Lúcio drooling down his chin.

Jesse closed his eyes, hand trailing down to fist his cock and give it a slow, loving drag from bottom to tip while pressing almost chaste kisses against the wrinkled hole; ears open for the conversation above.

“You wanted to be pretty didn’t you? Little boy with his slutty piercing in pretty brown eyes… tell me all about it.”

“I… I got dared to do it.. Online.”

McCree groaned softly into the smooth skin behind Lúcio’s balls, fingers squeezing around the tip of his cock – then slid back up, rubbing his scruffy chin against the tender skin. Lúcio twitched, knees getting restless.

“Keep your eyes on me, whore. So you did it on a dare? Are you a slut that does what random people on the net tell them to do? Did you like it?”

There was a beat of silence in which McCree could clearly hear Lúcio’s breath – fast and panting and definitely excited. McCree chose that moment to finally give him a proper lick – tongue dragging flat and wet from just behind his balls up and across the clench of his hole. Lúcio jerked again, an almost distressed cry ripping from his throat – but he answered all the same, voice shaky: “Yes! Yes I liked it. I was…”

“Hmmmmm…” Reyes breathed sinuously. Jesse shuddered, even as he started focusing more on his task; tongue rounding the tight virgin clench of Lúcio’s ass again and again and again. “You were hard, weren’t you? Got your tongue out for some guy to pierce it and got hard in your lil baggy pants?”

Lúcio sobs, body practically vibrating between the two men; caught between a rock and a hard place.

“Yes! I was so hard. Th-thinking about showing it off to… to someone. Letting them – use me?”

“Is that a question?” Reyes sounded like he was enjoying this immensely. McCree definitely did; thumb playing with his loose foreskin and pushing it across the vulnerable head of his cock, then back again – letting it drag salty pre-cum across his heated skin as he mindlessly rimmed Lúcio; getting him wet with spit. “No… ‘course it’s not a question, dejada. You want to be used like a cumrag. You’re lying awake at night, fisting that gorgeous little dick of yours thinking about men like me and McCree putting you in your place, don’t you? Shootin’ your little boy load fantasizing about your tongue in our hairy asses and your cunt on a silver platter for a good, thorough dicking.

“Oh yeah, I know sluts like you. Even as a pretty, little virgin you’re dying for some cum to warm your belly. Probably been lickin’ it off your fingers whenever you rubbed one out, eh?”

McCree had no idea what the expression on Lúcio’s face looked like but the low, dirty laugh Reyes let out was answer enough.

Fuck, but Reyes had a way with words. Sounding understanding and insulting in equal measures until Lúcio was squirming between them; whimpering and totally forgetting to clench his nervous little pussy up so McCree could fit his tongue inside and rub it against the silky, spongey walls.

“That’s all right, boy. C’mere. Papi got a nice treat for sloppy whores that get their tongues pierced. Yeaaah that’s right. Open up nice and wide. Gonna clean your throat with my cock, nene.”

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The kid, in many ways, reminded Gabriel of McCree. He’d been just as greedy – desperate – for cock; made the same mindless, little noises in the back of his throat when sucking dick; got just as excited and shivery when he got his ass played with like McCree did to him just now.

In other ways, he was totally different. The air of a well-trained cockwhore wasn’t present with this one. Of course.

There were tears in the corners of his eyes and clear fluid glistening at the bottom of his nose whenever Gabriel pushed in a little deeper and made him gag, nostrils flaring, fingers digging into the bedding. He was trying so hard not to have a coughing fit and bite accidentally – it was quite remarkable.

His little tongue felt like sin; weakly fluttering up and rubbing against the veiny shaft whenever he thought of doing so; the hard ball of his piercing clearly tangible as it pressed against his flesh.

He reacted to praise just as violent as he did to insults; little “pretty baby”s getting the same mindless gurgle of need as the “used up slut”s. Lúcio took it all and would’ve thanked him for it if Gabriel had demanded it and his mouth wasn’t full, throat bulging as Gabriel tried to teach him how to take his cock down, only for the boy to start gagging again, tears sliding down his cheeks and drool slipping from the corner of his mouth.

McCree, for his part, seemed just as transfixed by the happenings as the kid himself. Peeking along the slope of the gorgeous brown back, Reyes could just about see the top half of McCree’s blissed out face; the way his shoulder moved as he jerked himself while licking and sucking away at the pretty peach that was the kid’s virgin hole.

Yeah… that cunt. They’d get to that later. Slow and steady; make it spread around their fingers until they could comfortably stuff him. Have him sit on their dicks and cry with the spread and – fuck but that was a nice image.

The pretty DJ distraught from taking cock for the first time and getting his little puss stretched out…

“Hey,” he grunts, one hand sliding onto the back of Lúcio’s head preemptively, eyes narrowed in concentration as his gut starts tightening up. “Brace yourself. Gonna be a good boy and swallow it all, yeah?”

And – bless his heart – the boy looks up at him with wet, wide eyes, brow sweaty and shoulders jerking whenever McCree does something, and he god damn nods. Eager whore flutters his tongue clumsily against Reyes’ dick, presses his piercing against it and looks so determined to…

Gabriel grits his teeth as he comes, hand tight and restricting, holding Lúcio in place even when he realizes what was happening, eyes widening that little bit more, throat first bulging then constricting as he tries in vain to swallow the thick load of cum that Reyes pumps into him.

After seconds it starts spilling out the corners of the boy’s mouth, past his cock, dripping thick and creamy down his chin while Lúcio sputters and gags, more tears slipping down his cheeks and panic making his body shake uncontrollably.

Gabriel does have mercy, then – pulls out with one big fist around his cock and a grit out “Close yer eyes”, keeping the dark, swollen tip aimed straight at Lúcio’s face. He is aware – barely – of McCree groaning and sitting up; furiously jerking his cock and baring his teeth like a dog as he aims for the kid’s brown, gorgeous bubble butt; but ultimately can just stare at Lúcio’s face dripping his load.

It is sliding across the bridge of his nose and the lid of one eye; streaked across his cheeks and dripping out of his panting open mouth with his tongue lolling out in exhaustion.

He looks wrecked – and still tries to grin; shy and hopeful, one brown eye faithfully glancing at Reyes like he hung the fucking moon and stars.

“Damn, kid,” he murmurs, chest feeling warm as he wipes a bit of cum away with his thumb and offers it up; watching as Lúcio eagerly suckels it in. When he glances up, McCree has the stupidest, shit eating grin on his scruffy face and gives him a thumbs-up.

Reyes wants to bash his head in, but he can’t help feeling fond when it’s been the ingrate that put this gorgeous little treat right at his feet.