High Noon into the Ryuu Waga Asshole

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It was a hot summer's day. A long, hot summer's day. McCree and Hanzo had been running small errands all day. Getting a cat out of a tree over here, helping an old lady cross the street over there. The missions seemed tedious and ones that no one in Overwatch wanted to do, but they had to be done if the group wanted to keep a good image. No one wanted to see on the front of a newspaper, "Overwatch: Turns their backs on Old Ladies in Need."

Both men were quite miserable. The company vehicle they were forced to use was a little, old, red pick-up. Emphasis on old because unfortunately the AC stopped working about 100,000 miles ago.

Hanzo sat in the passenger seat, looking up at the blue, bright sky. The drivers seat was filled with a whole McCree that was humming along to "Chicken Fried" and thrumming his fingers against the steering wheel to the beat.

Hanzo turned to the cowboy, and his mouth uplifted into a grin. Every inch of this person was perfection. The way his hair was cut, to the way he placed his hat atop his head. His pearly white teeth, to his deep, draw-laced voice. His height, his weight, his body. It perplexed Hanzo to no end why McCree would ever decide to be with him. It was like comparing a model to a trash can.

Hanzo caught McCree's eye with his gaze. McCree's resting smile turned into a full-fledged toothy grin, and he asked, "Now, what are you looking at?"

"Oh, nothing. Just watching the sweat glisten on your rock hard muscles." Both laughed at the cringey shit that had escaped from somewhere deep and dark in Hanzo.

As the laughing began to subside into silence, the air changed. It seemed almost electrified. With every breathe either would take, it seemed heightened and slowed. Hanzo cleared his throat and McCree made a slight moan.

The car stopped, and they found themselves parked in the Overwatch garage. The two gave each other one last look, and they opened their doors and stepped out.

(A few hours later)

McCree had entered his apartment. He slid his boots off, and continued to the kitchen. He opened his refrigerator to pull out a cold beer, and closed it to its original state. He pulled the tab off, took a swig, and made his way towards his couch that was screaming his name.

A light knock rang out. McCree set his beverage down, and walked the short distance from his kitchen to the front door. Once open, the gunslinger was surprised to see a wide-eyed, blushing Hanzo. It wasn't like him to be the one to reach out.

"Hello, cowboy," Hanzo said, out of breath.

"Howdy, ninja," McCree replied, a smile spreading. There was a pause. McCree opened the door wider, "would you like to come in?" Hanzo stared at him and replied with a slight nod of his head.

He walked in, and was asked, "would you like a beer?" Hanzo shook his head.

McCree gestured to the couch and stated, "please, have a seat."

"No."

"No?"

"No."

Before McCree could question anymore, Hanzo's mouth was on his. He took a step back, and his butt was met with the cool surface of his counter top. Once McCree understood more on the situation he wrapped his arms around his man and placed his hands on Hanzo's lower back. Pulling him in.

After a few minutes the couple began to migrate towards the couch. McCree was pushed on the seating, and Hanzo sat upon his lap. Hanzo was met with a harder (cough cough) lap than expected. It was a pleasant surprise.

McCree's hands moved up, grasped the edge of his partner's shirt and pulled it over his head. Once relinquished of the clothing article the hands were placed on Hanzo's chest and slid down his muscular abdomen.

McCree grabbed a hold of Hanzo's hips and raised his to press his (heh) member against Hanzo. He let out a low moan. The Shimada boy could take no more, he stood up, and locked eyes with McCree, and then he proceeded to get on his knees. He brought his hands up to his lover's bulge and began to rub the outside of his jeans.

McCree bit his lower lip, and looked at Hanzo longingly. He reached for his zipper, and pulled it down. He began to slowly peel back his pants.

The anticipation was killer. Hanzo could wait no more. He grabbed the elastic of McCree's underwear, and pulled them down to unsheathe the large surprise. Hanzo grabbed a hold of McCree's cock, slowly moving his hand up and down. He watched as McCree tilted his head back to moan. Hanzo wanted to pleasure him even more, so he moved his face to the head of McCree's erection, slowly covering it with his mouth. He started to flick his tongue, and then began to move his mouth farther onto McCree's cock. Then he lifted back up, then back down once again. All the while, still moving his tongue every which way.

McCree began to moan louder and louder. He pushed Hanzo back and helped him off the ground. McCree standing up, pulls Hanzo in for one last kiss. He begins to strip Hanzo of his unnecessary pants. When rid of them, McCree whispers in Hanzo's ear, "I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you."

Hanzo moved towards the couch, and bent over, exposing his tight asshole. McCree stood behind him feeling himself and prepping for this orgasmic experience that was about to take place.

"Are you ready?" McCree asked.

"Ye..." But before Hanzo could finish uttering the word, he was met with pleasure and satisfaction.

McCree had forced himself inside of him. Starting slow, but not waiting long before to pick up speed. Hanzo grabbed his own member and started to jerk himself off.

A few minutes had passed when McCree stammered, "I won't last much longer!" And it was so, because a few more thrusts and he emptied his load into Hanzo. While Hanzo, filled with McCree's love nectar, graced his own heavenly load onto the couch.

Their breaths hitched and heavy. McCree freed himself and laid back, pulling Hanzo onto his chest. The two laid there, holding each other sensually. Nothing was said besides the obvious mutters of "I love you."

As their breathing began to slow, McCree held Hanzo tighter to his chest. "You are so perfect in every way. I can't believe you would want someone like me."

It was strange because Hanzo had thought the exact same thing, except reversed, earlier that day.

"I can't believe you'd be interested in someone like ME," Hanzo replied.

As the scene fades, the two toss compliments back and forth at each other to show the other one just how perfect they are. Although I am into this gay ship, I'm not into it enough to carry on writing this cringey shit. I hope you enjoyed this awful fiasco you did get to read.