Overwatch Lemons and Oneshots!

McHanzo

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McCree: Hey Hanzo! Genji asked 'bout you, ya'll freinds?

Hanzo: We're brothers

McCree: Butter my ass and call me Shirley, ya'll kin!!?

Hanzo: N-nani? 'What are Americans? Why would you butter your....? I thought your names was Jesse? Is it a cowman proverb?'

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Requested by ShadowLord12345 :3

P.s: I'm really sorry this is so late! 😧

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No one's Pov

The two men sat in the room silently, taking in eachothers company. The calm atmosphere of the large, warm room lulled them into a strange state of tranquility and prolonged silence. They both loved rare days like this, days when being an Overwatch hero didn't matter, days when the two could just sit and bask in eachothers company without fear or sorrow. So here the two sat, arms tangled and wrapped around eachothers bodies; Hanzo resting his head on McCree's chest and listening to his heartbeat as it lulled him to a sleep like state. McCree's long, metal fingers lay entangled deeply in the archer's silky hair.

The men would lay silent for hours, embracing the moment for as long as they could before they were called for yet another mission. Hanzo would sigh and inhale the sweet scent of Jesse, the smell of cheap alchahol and cigars dancing around his nostrils softly. The archer could sit and take in Jesse's beautiful scent all day. Every once in a while the two would mumble sweet nothings to eachother whispering and twisting the words to sound oddly romantic.

"J-jesse...." Hanzo would sometimes mutter softly, putting love and emphasis on each word enjoying the feeling of the words escaping his lips. McCree would just chuckle contently and play with the man's hair furthermore. Jesse would then lean in towards Hanzo until there lips connected and they could express their passion and hopeless romance for eachother, in the form of a french kiss. Their tongues both fighting in a war for dominance as they both savoured eachothers unique taste, McCree tasted of old, cheap tobacco as Hanzo tasted like sweet Japanese desserts he always ate.

The Shimada moaned into the kiss softly, all of this romance had sent many illusive thoughts into his mind his member was already semi-hard. McCree pulled away from their passionate tongue war, leaving a long trail of saliva between the two. The cowboy would next pin the archer to the floor and gently bite at his neck, creating hickeys in the process. Hanzo let out a quiet mewl as Jesse's tongue glazed over his sweet spot, McCree would savour the strange noises Hanzo would make in his aroused confusion.

"J-jesse, please....." Hanzo begged impatiently. McCree smirked at Hanzo's impatience. The gunslinger began to undo the various robes sheilding away the archer's stunning body from him. Hanzo's blush worsened, the blush staining his pale complexion; the archer shivered from lack of clothing. McCree whistled and began to stroke and massage the sensitive skin between his thighs. "Some mighty fine glutes ya got there Hanzo." Jesse complimented. "Can't wait t'fuck em~".

Hanzo gulped and began to pant heavily, he gasped as he felt something wet and slick rub against the skin of his inner thigh. He moaned and gasped loudly as his legs twitched from the pleasure. "J-jesse, i'm s-sensitive there!" He stuttered softly. McCree smirked and let his large, pink, slick flesh rub against his thighs; gripping the prosthetic legs he bore. Hanzo moaned, squirmed and twitched horribly from the sudden shockwaves of pleasure pulsing through his veins, tears gathering within his eyes and dripping down his bright red cheeks. McCree pulled his tongue away and began to undress himself, Hanzo sat recovering from the whole pleasurable ordeal.

The Mercenary sighed in relief as his large member was released from its clothy prison, Hanzo looked at the large girth in fascinstion and shock; eyeing up the large appendage. Jesse smirked and stroked his cock softly, smearing the small stream of pre-cum around the dripping tip. "Ya like what y'see Hanzo~" Teased McCree. Hanzo's blush severly worsened. McCree spread his legs widely and pushed the pre-cum covered tip against his tight virgin hole. Hanzo gulped, eventhough being in his late thirties (38 to be exact.) he had never had sexual intercourse with a man, espicially someone as big and thick as the western cowboy beneath him.

McCree read the fear and worry on the archer's usually blank, unreadable canvas. He massaged the man's broad hips soothingly. "This y'first time darlin?" The Gunslinger question "I'll be gentle, I promise.". Hanzo gulped softly and looked up at Jesse. The one thing Hanzo had always admired about the vigilanty was his magnificent eyes. The way they sparkled their beautiful, translucent colour, the way Hanzo could look into them and he would suddenly feel calm and loved. He looked up into Jesse's eyes and suddenly felt tranquil and safe.

Jesse slowly inched his thick girth inside of Hanzo's tight love hole, fitting what he could inside of the archer. Hanzo winced and moaned with a strange mixture of pain and pleasure, tears gathering at his eyes ever so slowly. McCree groaned in utter pleasure and began to thrust his strong hips at a slow pace to help relax in the tight situation. But soon, Hanzo's pain began to fade away and would convert itself into large, thick amounts of raw pleasure. He bit his lip harshly, holding in his cries of lust. Jesse smirked at Hanzo's lack of noise and moved his body at faster speeds, soft mewls and moans of satisfaction escaped the eldest Shimada's mouth at last. The mercenary grunted dominantly as his fingers press deeply into the soft flesh of Hanzo's broad, wide hips, prominantly leaving bruises.

Hanzo moaned loudly as the thick tip of McCree's man meat hit his G-spot abusingly, his needy member twitching from lack of attention and the need to release built up pressure withim the hardened structure. "I-i'm close d-darlin" Jesse grunted through his teeth as his the flow of his thrusts began to get sloppy and disjointed. Hanzo moaned loudly as his seed squirted in thick streams across the large bed he lay upon, Jesse soon followed suit as an anamalistic growl emerged from his throat as he spilled his love juices inside of Hanzo.

Bonus Ending~

The two still lay in mid-embrace, Hanzo nuzzled up against the warm, welcoming skin of Jesse's neck in a trance like sleep. As McCree lay awake, looking down on the more submissive man with a sort of love and affection. He smiled. He couldn't adore the man anymore.