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Hanzo/McCree – McCree used instead of Cassidy; cupid!Hanzo; werewolf!McCree; trans man Hanzo; front hole usage and short mention of female reproductive system – Hanzo is a slutty cupid and McCree a horny, horny werewolf who fucks him in his (barely) human form.

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The beast’s sniffing is so very loud and intimate. Hanzo can feel every hot gust of breath as it brushes against the back of his neck and the sensitive skin of his armpit. He is panting himself as well. The chase has taken it completely out of him. His wings are too small to keep up with his weight for as long as they had to tonight.

He’s heated and exhausted and McCree is utterly merciless. He hasn’t transformed – yet – but it seems not to make that big of a difference.

He’s growling and sniffing and nosing wherever the h-hell- where the heaven he wants. He even snakes his tongue out to lap at Hanzo’s armpit, tasting the clean, salty sweat and getting himself more excited.

Hanzo just knows he enjoys every excruciating second of this. Even if he didn’t feel his naked cock pressing against his back.

He’s shorter than McCree. Not by much, but in moments like this it feels like the wolf is impossible large, towering over him with a dick that will turn him inside out if he were to cram it into his body.

He ruts against him, leaving sticky, wet smears along the dip of his spine that Hanzo just knows will be difficult to clean. Goodness, he even gets some on his pink tinted feathers-

“Got you again,” McCree rasps once he’s gotten his fill of licking Hanzo’s skin. “Love watching your fat little wings flutterin’ like that… so desperate to get away…”

Hanzo opens his mouth, then closes it again when he feels McCree lifting his short skirt up just enough to expose him to the night air. Which is not difficult. Hanzo wore his shortest outfit for today… the one that shows off his meaty, muscular thighs the best…

“Nice ‘n easy now… If ya don’t want me to slice your perfect skin open…”

He curls his hands around Hanzo’s biceps. True enough, on his human fingers are sharp wolf claws that could slide into Hanzo as if he were nothing but warm butter.

He swallows thickly, then slowly angles his ass back. His gash has been aching even before their chase had started. He had been able to feel his juices slowly dripping down the insides of his thighs, rubbing together and mixing everything into a froth like a pony that is being worked through its paces.

He’s so ready for it it hurts- and McCree doesn’t waste time trying to finger and prepare him. No… his cock has a mind of its own. A well-trained canine in its own right, seeking out the hungry hole and nosing up against it for but a second before he thrusts forward with a raw, deep-throated grunt and skewers the cupid.

Hanzo feels like he can hear one of their choirs. His ears certainly are ringing quite a bit while his lungs spasm and try to resume their work.

He’ll never get over just how wide McCree spreads him open… especially in his human form. Human-ish form. He feels all that coarse, thick body hair against his back as Jesse presses against him, covering him. Breeding him.

He’s panting into Hanzo’s ear, the thick, hot gusts of his breath causing Hanzo to sweat even more. He can even feel drops of saliva as it drips from Jesse’s hanging tongue right onto his shoulder.

It is disgusting and primal… and everything Hanzo had been yearning for for days.

“Fuckin’ best hole there is,” Jesse finally rasps. The way his voice sounds – barely intelligible – his vocal chords don’t seem equipped for human speech at the moment. He pulls back an inch, maybe two, then ruts back into Hanzo, lighting his nerve endings up once again.

Hanzo is clawing at the tree he’s pinned against, bark digging painfully underneath his fingernails. Not that he would notice. Everything he is is focused on the spread of his muscles around a thick, hot, throbbing cock and the way his insides have to rearrange to accommodate it.

Because McCree certainly doesn’t care. All he wants is to bury his meaty human cock inside Hanzo. And he gets what he wants. He takes what he wants.

“Tight little bitch- Not gettin’ any from anywhere else, yeah? Just spreadin’ it all open for me? Like I told you to?”

Sweat is pearling along Hanzo’s hairline and rolling over his flushed face. Cheek pressed against the rough bark, all he can do is nod weakly and whimper out a pathetic little ‘yes’.

It is the truth, after all. And it would go against his nature to lie.

He hates how much he loves getting manhandled and bred by this monster. He hates how his thoughts keep moving back to when he can meet with him the next time when he isn’t thinking about what humans to guide together.

He hates how his body sings for McCree better than he ever could in any choir. He is a lock and this monster is the key. He ruts into him again. And again. Cock spearing into Hanzo, kissing up to his cervix and sending hot, skittering sparks of pain down his legs. His wings cramp. But his hole only produces more slick. It smacks loud and wet with every of the werewolf’s movements.

Hanzo already can feel an orgasm starting to prickle at the edge of his consciousness… and from how harsh McCree’s thrusts become, he just knows he won’t take long at all either.

He can just pray that this time he will pump his whole creamy load into Hanzo’s belly instead on his pathetically fluttering wings… getting cum off of feathers is always such a hassle.