Every Inch, Every Ounce
The lights were low in their shared room, air warm and filled with spicy incense. McCree flexed for the umpteenth time against the broad ribbons holding his arms along the arms of the chair he slouched in. Hanzo had been very particular about tonight. Once a month one of them got to play as they pleased and tonight was his turn to be the plaything.
To his surprise, unlike the last time which found him hogtied in beautiful ways seconds from walking in the door, Hanzo started slow. He made a wonderful dinner they ate outside, the archer sitting in his lap while he was hand fed. Every bite tasted delicious, flavor and texture thrilling his tongue as much as his lover slowly grinding into his lap. After the meal Hanzo brought him inside and ran a hot bath, taking time to let Jesse soak in sweet smelling salted water. Every time Jesse protested Hanzo hushed him with a kiss. Lord almighty the man made him cum from a damn foot rub.
“This is just the start.” Hanzo had told him as he cleaned McCree up and kissed his softening cock above the water. “Tonight is for you. Relax and let me, as you say, put the loving to you.”
Of course that wasn’t how the phrasing went but it was hard to focus as he slouched now in the desk chair, pillows behind his back to support the supine position, and watched Hanzo. It had started out simply enough, kisses and gentle massage of McCree’s hand and arms. Butterfly kisses along small scars, broad licks along bigger ones, like he was trying to mend it with the touch. McCree thought it sweet but when Hanzo reached his chest, lips pressed in a long slow touch to a wound he’d taken for the Archer he felt… something twist in his chest.
It only amplified as Hanzo moved south, across his hair chest which Hanzo rubbed his nose in scenting deeply before teasing a nipple. “You have such beautiful breasts, my love.” He cooed “soft and warm and just for me to play with. The perfect pillows and they are all mine.”
“Ain’t as nice as yours darl…”
“Hush…” Hanzo twisted a nipple for silence “Relax and listen. Feel.”
Hanzo’s hands ran along his sides, slowing to circle ticklish spots. McCree’s stomach churned with a strange sensation – ticklish and pleasurable – like he didn’t know how to process such a light touch that usually brought laughter. “I love how a bare touch here has you writhing.” Hanzo narrated before he brought his lips to the spots on his ribs. “I love the free laugh you let loose. Tears of happiness in your eyes if I go too long. I love how when I press to you here you are solid yet soft.”
McCree only struggles when Hanzo reached his stomach, rubbing his face into fuzz and pudge. “I love this too you know? Soft yet solid. So warm and yielding. Inviting.” Each praise is followed by kisses, touches, exploration that keeps twisting something painful in McCree’s chest.
“You say my body is perfect.” Hanzo rested his chin in McCree’s belly button, lips whispering into the gentle swell of his stomach. The words reverberate through his ‘hated pudge’ as his throat presses to it. “It is harsh and unyielding. A body built to withstand the pains of life yet I still feel them. I’m never strong enough.”
McCree whimpered when Hanzo’s tongue delved into his belly button, dragged along stretch marks, teeth nibbling along where the definition of his hipbone used to be. “You though…hard and strong. You are so strong my love. Strong but soft. Your body has lived life. It has not tried to shy away from it.”
His hands run along his parted thighs, tracing stretch marks on the inside. “I never fear falling from your grasp.” Hanzo said as he kissed along the space between McCree’s stomach and thigh. “I never fear being hurt when we are together. So gentle. So kind. Even when you fuck me into a stupor and leave bruises for days.” His lips linger on a peppering of freckles. “I love these, under all your warm fur, your own constellations. Did you sun naked as a child to get so sun kissed?”
“You’re perfect.” The words feel like a punch in his chest as Hanzo keeps…worshiping his body. His fat, flabby, fuzzy body that’s a pale comparison from his best days in Blackwatch. “Life has made you hard but you’ve kept your softness. Not just in your body but in your heart.” Hanzo looks up at him from his knee, fingers carding through his wild pubes. “I know you have no love of your body. I see you in the mirror. I see you struggle now and then with your gear or your jeans. How you shy away and wish the lights off.”
“Darlin…” It sounds so pathetic to Jesse when he says it. More sounds, pathetic and soft like his damn body, bubble up from his throat as Hanzo lifts both his legs, forcing the chair to lean back and rest on the edge of the bed. All of Hanzo’s kissing and licking has made the inside of his thighs, darkened from rubbing together, slick. Just enough to feel the press of his lover’s cock between them, to move easily. McCree can’t keep them from trembling.
“I love every inch, every ounce, every mark on you.” Hanzo said as he slowly fucked McCree’s thighs. Even when they tensed up as Hanzo’s cock nudged his balls they were still soft. “Mmmmnn so sweet you are to me, my love. So warm and inviting. I envy you, you know. I am too afraid to let life show on me sometimes. My brave, beautiful, sweet love. If I could show you anything at all let me show you how good you are just as you are.”
The slow grind continues and Jesse’s chest hurts. Hurts in sweet ways that make him sob. Hanzo leans forward, still fucking his thighs, to lick and kiss away tears. To rain complements upon his lips and cheeks. They kiss as Hanzo brings himself off with just the soft flesh of McCree’s thighs, splashing hot cum along McCree’s soft cock. McCree’s breath hitches as Hanzo kneels between his legs and cleans the mess he made, sucking his soft length, lapping at his thighs and belly before resting against him.
“I love you. Every inch. Every ounce. I know you love me with all of you too.”