Game, Set, Match
Jesse McCree had a big damn mouth that got him in big damn trouble pretty frequently. Tonight though his mouth had run him into being extra nervous during the night time training practice with the whole team.
While he was very focused on winning (fourth session in a row, thank you kindly) he was also focused on the little remote he had in a belt pocket. Running around on the opposite team was his lover who after a lot of protests agreed to their little challenge.
He adjusted the dial and hoped to hear a grunt somewhere. The vibrator strapped firmly into Hanzo’s sweet peach of an ass had to be going mad now. He’d nearly put too much lube in, worried at first that Hanzo wouldn’t feel it at all but the last he saw the archer he was blushing bright red and blamed it on trying to run after Tracer.
The week before he’d had the infernal thing up his keaster and he’d down right begged Hanzo to take him on the damn payload. Hanzo of course had been evil and made him wait, claiming he was too loud. He had been in the bedroom; babbling and drooling and begging Hanzo to fuck him till next Tuesday.
Well it was Tuesday and his ass clenched in the memory. The trick was to see who lasted longest and didn’t make a mess of themselves. Jesse had lasted 50 minutes. So far 45 had passed. Loser had to find the other and make it up to them on the battlefield.
Jesse knew Hanzo hated to loose.
Moving into a spot often used to recuperate Jesse thought about changing the vibration again when a shadow dropped down from the roof outside the door way and bolted to him, pushing him against the wall.
“Turn it off.” Hanzo’s voice was rough and desperate. Jesse grinned and adjusted the settings again making Hanzo openly moan.
“Nope… or did you lose?” Jesse asked and got a snarl in response. “Gotta show me if you lost.”
The only thing more furious than Hanzo’s glare was the bright scarlet along his cheek bones. Jesse leaned on the wall, looping a thumb behind his BAMF belt buckle and idly rubbing his crotch as Hanzo pulled his pants down. The dark fabric hid the wet spot but not the bright pink panties he wore that were utterly stained, almost to the point of dripping. So sheer was the fabric it was easy to see the outline and color of his still hard cock and the small tremble of his thighs as the vibrator mercilessly prodded him from within.
“That’s quite the mess there Darlin’… how long?”
“34 minutes… and 10 minutes later…” Hanzo looked down and ashamed as the blush moved down his neck. Jesse slid the barrel of Peacemaker down Hanzo’s front and rubbed the cold barrel against the soaked panties, the site at the end digging into Hanzo’s sensitive flesh and earning a high pitched moan.
“Gunna go now for me too Babe?” Jesse asked, rubbing Hanzo with his gun. “Come on now… part of pleasin me is lettin me watch…No hands now up front.” Jesse purred. His hand moved along the controls to a setting he was sure would do it.
Hanzo snarled and lifted the front of his gi out of the way so Jesse could see everything. His bow hand slid behind him to pull and play with the wildly vibrating toy, his chest starting to heave faster and faster.
“Don’t make me wait or someone’s gunna see… come now or not at all.” Jesse warned and smiled damn pleased at himself as the words, the thought of being caught, the shame the thrill sent Hanzo over with a choked breath. The head of his cock slipped out of the panties, thick spurts of cum leaking over the edge and down the front to further ruin the panties, a drop spattering on the floor between his spread legs.
“That’s a good start Darlin’… now how bout you get off those shaky legs and give me my prize.” Jesse grinned, ready to get just what he wanted.
“Five minutes, remaining.” Athena’s computerized voice called out over the training area. He heard hanzo snarl and pull out a kunai. To his shock he used it to cut either side of the panties off, pulling them forward between his legs to leave his creamed thighs and half hard cock open to the air.
“Ok now what are you *mmuph* Jesse’s jaw dropped as the pink fabric was balled up and stuffed into his opened mouth, a hand pressing the fabric there.
“Silence” Hanzo barked and sunk to his knees in front of Jesse, pulling at his belts and pants. “You will get what you wanted but too much noise and never again.”
Jesse moaned and nodded. He tried to suck in some breath and sucked on the panties instead. If his cock didn’t grow two sizes that moment he wasn’t sure what he felt down south as he tasted Hanzo’s spunk, his sweat, the flavor of his skin uniquely him in a place only Jesse got to taste. He sucked at the fabric, so much stored inside that it made him dizzy.
He let out a muffled cry as he felt cold air on his cock, felt Hanzo’s fingers slide up his crack past his balls through the loop of his pants that had been pulled down to the first belts holding his chaps on. His good hand slid into Hanzo’s hair as the man just sucked him right down and hollowed his cheeks hard. Jesse’s spurs jangled as he tried to re-position himself, leaning back against the wall, hips thrust forward as Hanzo’s shooting fingers slid into his ass. He was looking for something and Jesse nearly panicked.
“Keep those in your mouth or I will tie your mouth shut.” Hanzo warned before going back to the angriest blow job in the universe. Jesse whimpered and sucked at the panties as if it’d give him some relief, some reason to keep quiet. Hanzo’s fingers found their mark, rubbing along the sides and pressing in at Jesse’s hot spot. Jesse howled in protest, stamping a foot but was helpless as Hanzo milked him.
He came embarrassingly fast and hard, bucking into the archer’s mouth. Hanzo didn’t let up on the pressure he had on Jesse’s prostate until Jesse sagged against the wall and went soft in his mouth. Hanzo pulled the vibrator out of himself with a relieved sigh from where he knelt, removing the condom it was wrapped in and while Jesse was dazed put it within the now dry cowboy.
“Open” Hanzo ordered as he stood, taking the spit soaked panties from Jesse’s slack jaws before tying them around Jesse’s hips like a bikini bottom. They didn’t fit around the front well, forcing his soft cock to press up over the edge onto his belly. The back getting stuck into Jesse’s crack and pushing the vibrator further in. He then pulled Jesse’s boxers back up and redressed him quickly.
“Four minutes McCree.” Hanzo pulled his own pants back up and ignored the hard on he had again. He then tapped Jesse’s chest with the end of an arrow before running off.
McCree Eliminated by Hanzo
Jesse sobbed a little as he forced himself to stand, the vibrations far too close to his overstimulated prostate. Milked… well he was a cowboy.
He winced at the sound of Athena’s voice as he tried to rejoin the fight after the mandatory 30 second wait.
Tracer Eliminated by Hanzo
Zenyatta Eliminated by Hanzo
Genji Eliminated by Hanzo
Reinheardt Eliminated by Hanzo
Win some lose some…As far as Jesse was concerned
Blue team Wins
This was a win.