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1st March 2019 Drabble
🕑 Added 2019-03-03 09:56:50 +0000 UTC
While Jesse and Hanzo move in a very similar manner, the energy they give off while getting fucked couldn‘t be more at odds. McCree is lazy, sleepy, hedonistic in a good natured kind of way that has Baptiste enraptured, while Hanzo is more… arrogant about it. He is dismissive, barely slanting a scathing glance at the one he is letting mount up, more prone to wanting to be serviced and catered to his every need…
And while Baptiste wants to say he likes both of them well-enough, something about Hanzo‘s haughtiness and better-than-thou attitude always sits a little wrong with him.
It is easy to want to rile him up a little; make him break out of being a bossy little bitch, and McCree is a surprisingly good way of achieving his goal.
Especially when Baptiste bullies him a bit.
McCree is used to being the bigger guy. He is thick and hairy and meaty, and Baptiste had been able to tell early on that being dwarfed by someone – especially someone so much younger than he – is an… experience for the good cowboy.
So Baptiste ranges over him; wrangles his legs until his thick thighs are against Baptiste‘s chest, his hairy, warm hole gone tight from the new position.
McCree wheezes, eyes going bright and large, cheeks gaining a ruddy blush beneath the scruff of his beard – and Hanzo… well. He pretends not to notice; to wait with ill-conceived patience for his turn on Baptiste‘s cock, but the truth of the matter is that Baptiste can feel him clenching needily around the fingers he‘s stuffed him with just to keep him interested in the happenings.
McCree blinks at him dazedly. He must have been on the verge of dozing away when Baptiste decided to bring a bit of spice into the encounter, and judging by his face he does not seem to know how to react to any of it – to Baptiste manhandling him around or sliding in deep or the wide grin and cheeky wink he shoots him.
Life is too short not to have fun, and McCree just gets that in a way that thrills Baptiste. He is not ashamed to sound weird or look weird, or make an ass out of himself, so when he gurgles and squeezes warm and slick and beautiful around Baptiste‘s cock, he can‘t help but coo at him, head turning, pressing a kiss to the inside of one knee as he fucks him slow and deep with the rolling, intense thrusts that Jesse loves so much.
He completely forgets about the nice warm hole he‘s got his fingers stuffed into, and while it hasn‘t exactly been intentional, he can‘t fault the result his obvious infatuation with McCree has on Hanzo.
He‘s being watched as he gives it to McCree nice and deep. He can feel the enraged gaze physically as he starts loving on McCree, bearing down on him until he is folded into a wheezing, gurgling package and rubbing their cheeks together and kissing at his slack mouth and crooked nose while twisting his hips and driving in deep, spearing McCree on the girth of his cock…
Suddenly, Baptiste‘s fingers are cold. He turns his head to see Hanzo having twisted himself away, face an alarming shade of furious red as he fights himself onto all fours and spreads his ass with both hands, eyes glinting mean but determined as he stares at the other pair on the bed.
Baptiste laughs at him. It‘s not quite what he wanted from Hanzo – he‘s been angling more for a needier ‚I can make you love me‘ response – but he thinks he can work with this.
Hanzo will understand sooner than later. They all do.
