McHanzo Smut Book

Romantic in his own way

"Why are you sat there staring at me as though I kicked your dog?" Hanzo asked, exasperated. Repositioning himself on his plush bed, he sighed.

"Not my dog you kicked, darling." McCree responded slyly. A smirk danced across his lips.

"C-can you be serious for one moment?"

"No, don't feel like it."

He sighed again. Of all the attractive, funny and likeable people in Overwatch, he had to fall for Jesse McCree. Granted, everything about Jesse either made him smile or suddenly have to excuse himself in the middle of conversation, but still. The man was infuriating at times.

Hanzo put it down to ego. He knew what effect he had on his secret (although Genji clearly knew already) boyfriend. Though this confidence and swagger had drawn Hanzo to the cowboy, it also made him very direct when requesting...certain things.

"Would it kill you to be romantic once in a blue moon?"

At this, it was McCree's turn to fidget. "You-uh. You want to be romantic?"

At this uncomfortable question, Hanzo froze. "I- yes. I would like that."

"I didn't really think you would darling. The whole chocolates and flowers shi-stuff didn't really seem like your kinda thing, to be honest." he explained, smiling sheepishly.

"I don't truly come off as so cold, do I?" Hanzo asked, now sporting a shade of bright red that spread over his usually stern face.

"Just means I get to warm ya up." The other replied, leaning in to press kisses against Hanzo's blush.

Things escalated when McCree's lips brushed against the other's, and the two began to sink backwards until they were laid out with the cowboy positioned on top of the archer, pinning his slim wrists above his head. At this point Hanzo could feel the hardness pressing into his stomach.

"Excited already, hm?"
"Can't help myself around ya darling." he drawled, accent thickening with his heightened arousal.

This exchange only lasted a moment, but it was ample time for them to begin ripping off each other's clothing. After the obstacles were removed, McCree set to showing his beautiful boyfriend just how special he was.

One hand set to work tweaking and pulling the archer's nipples, while the other trailed low, ghosting over his cock and coming to rest by his twitching hole.

"A-already?" Hanzo panted, trying to remain composed through small pants and gasps.

"I never said I was finishing here."

Oh fuck.

He was in for an interesting night.

Meanwhile, McCree's rough kissing had trailed downward, and without warning, he plunged his tounge into the other's hole.

"Oh fuck, MCCREE!"
If Hanzo were any lesser man, he likely would have climaxed from the feeling of his favourite silver tounge lapping at him. As it were, he threw his head back, panting open-mouthed and moaning loudly.

He realised he must have died and gone to heaven when McCree added three fingers. Deciding he had to make sure the other was enjoying himself, Hanzo forced himself to look at the other.

'At least he's prepared'  A tiny voice said in Hanzo's mind. McCree was slickening his own dick with one hand, the other being occupied. The cowboy flicked his eyes up to meet the other's gaze before moving up and meeting him in a sloppy kiss.

"You ready darling?"
"Ready for you to hurry up."

McCree grinned and gave one final stroke and lined up. "Okay, I'm gonna do it."

Hanzo merely nodded, still slightly disappointed by the sudden emptiness. That was until

Oh

God

Yes.

It was huge, filling him in every possible way. Even though McCree was barely so much as shifting, every slight movement rubbed against his walls in the most incredible ways.

"I'm gonna move, OK darling?"
"Fuck yes."

Grinning at his eagerness, McCree pulled back, leaving the head in. He stayed still for an abnormally long amount of time, until Hanzo finally gathered enough of his scattered brain cells to open his watering eyes and look up.

McCree looked almost predatory, and his gaze sent an impossible amount of blood rushing south.

"Tell me what you want."
"What?"
"You heard me."

Hanzo may not have been the world's most accomplished at dirty talk (Hell, that probably went to his boyfriend),  but when he needed it, he had quite the filthy mouth, and it always turned McCree on.

"Fuck, McCree. I need you. I want you, please."

"What do you want me to do?"

"I- need your-" He took a breath to brace himself.

"I want you to plough my ass with your huge cock until I scream."

That did it. McCree snarled, slamming into the other all the way, hitting his prostate dead on.

"OH CHRIST MCCREE!"

"That's it darling, say my name." He accentuated the last words with sharp thrusts that threw white spots into Hanzo's vision.

"Ngh, oh fuck, harder!"

McCree grinned again, lifting the archer's legs and leaning in to kiss him. The change in angle meant that not only was Hanzo's dick trapped between them, rubbing against the cowboy's toned stomach with each thrust, but his prostate was being hammered with each thrust.

"Oh God, I'm going to-"
"Do it baby. Cum."

That was it. Hanzo arched into the other and came hard.

He waited for his high to subdue, and noticed the distinct lack of warmth flooding him. Lifting his head despite seeming to no longer possess a spine, he noticed McCree holding the base of his cock tight, keeping himself from climax.

"McCree, what-"

Then the cowboy returned to Hanzo's ass. Sensitive and overstimulated, Hanzo instantly locked up and moaned loudly at the feeling of being filled again.

"McCree I can't..." he had to stop talking when he was interrupted by another rough thrust.

"Hands and knees." The other growled, dominant side surfacing. Why did that side have to turn him on so damn much?

Hanzo did as told, glancing nervously at the other, who merely lined up and drove himself in further than before.

At this point, the archer could barely feel his hips aside from his lover's bruising grasp and his balls slapping against his ass.

What felt like only seconds later, Hanzo hit his second, far stronger climax, and vaguely felt the cowboy fill his ass with hot, sticky come.

He collapsed onto the covers, incapable of anything but panting, small whimpers breaking through hurried breaths.

McCree flipped him over.

"Ngh."

"One more for me baby."

At this point, Hanzo wasn't even sure how he could get hard again, but, as with many impossible things, McCree managed.

All he could do was whimper and twitch, throat hoarse from screaming and moaning. He began to make small noises as he drew closer to orgasm.

There was no way he could survive this. He was going to break into a thousand pieces if he had to-
"FUCK MCCREE, PLEASE, PLEASE AHHHHHHNNNN!"

Hanzo came, his vision going completely white. He was fast asleep before McCree moved away from his hips.

The cowboy smiled and wrapped Hanzo in the covers.

"How's that?"