CYOA – Life And Death Situations – Chapter 26

Jesse is going to show Hanzo a mating press...

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“Alright… damn… let’s see…” Jesse drags his hands over the bedsheets, trying to dry them somewhat. He doesn’t think he’s ever had a guy as gorgeous as Hanzo in his bed.

He also doesn’t think he’s ever had to be someone’s first.

Hanzo stares at him unblinking. There’s a flush on his cheeks, but his mouth is set in a severe line as if about to scold him severely. Jesse’s dick, like the dumb little fucker that it is, gives a needy throb.

I’m going to develop a goddamn kink for this, aren’t I? For getting berated and insulted at every goddamn turn.

“Do something.” Hanzo’s voice doesn’t brook any argument. He still has a hand on his cock, slowly stroking it as he stares at Jesse. It’s a far cry from how he’s been just moments before; needy and sloppy and barely able to keep his hands off of Jesse.

His eyes are also not quite staring at his face, more like… his chest.

“What is it?” Jesse asks self-consciously. He rubs across his pec where his heart is beating not fast but strangely… hard.

“You’re so… hairy. Like a beast.”

He flushes, nails scratching through his chest hair. He sits up some more and shuffles closer, grasping Hanzo’s legs and forcing them up.

“You know, I liked you better when you weren’t talking so much.”

Hanzo finally takes his hand off his cock to scrabble at the sheets below him, holding on tight while his brows are drawn together into a confused frown. His cock looks lovely… flushed even darker than his cheeks, and wet with the weird slick he keeps pumping out. There’s even a neat little thatch of pubes at the base, looking sticky with fluid.

Damn, but those boys got off lucky. Wasn’t fair they’d be hot in mermaid and human form.

“What are you doing?!” Hanzo hisses. Just the tone of his voice has Jesse’s cock flexing again. He can feel the conflicted feelings from the other: all need and confusion… and embarrassment.

“I’ll make sure you stop talking so much,” Jesse croons. He has Hanzo’s legs bend up so far that his ass is now lifting from the bed, his back curling. He looks… damn cute like this. Even cuter, though, his his hole; pink and vulnerable and so downright… new looking.

As Jesse leans down, feeling filled up with a slew of emotions that are his, and some very strong impressions that are decidedly not his, he finds himself thinking of… cloacas.

He drags his tongue along the crack of Hanzo’s ass, stopping at his taint, nose gently nudging against his balls, then goes back to focus on that sweet little hole. He gives it slow swipes of his warm tongue; everything nice and soft and slippery.

He can feel the muscles in Hanzo’s thighs trembling against his palms, and he is vaguely aware of shadows dancing across his head with Hanzo’s legs waving restlessly through the air. The dragon doesn’t really have the coordination yet to get out of Jesse’s lax hold.

It is… kind of hot – to know that he can pin Hanzo this easily. Bare him to his every will and have his way with him… He can feel that sweet little hole trembling, the muscle clenching and unclenching wildly as Jesse keeps licking it slow and lovingly.

It takes a little bit for him to realize that the little punched-out noises Hanzo is making are actually words. He tries to tune in a bit more, even though his whole body feels desperately hot, and his head is a bit woozy as if he’d drunk too much.

“P-Pervert… despicable…”

Jesse groans low and presses a smacking kiss right on Hanzo’s perineum while he shifts to lie on the bed and press his cock into the mattress. Fuck, this bastard is really going to give him a new kink.

His kiss is met with a more high-pitched kind of cry, Hanzo’s legs jerking in time with his cock pulses. He only really realizes that Hanzo has been tipped over because he feels his orgasm; muted and second-hand but no less titillating as it tickles through his body and has his nerve endings sing.

Not enough to make him come himself but definitely… nice. Very nice. He presses his hips deeper into the bedding, cock pulsing against the mattress and his belly.

Jesse leans up to watch Hanzo. It’s not every day one got to see a sea dragon come, after all – and goddamn is it a sight. Even his goddamn cum is pretty!... And he produces so much of it… between the pre-cum from earlier and the load he is pumping out now – everything is wet.

Jesse can just stare as the pearl cum pools in the folds of Hanzo’s belly and around the ridge of his plump pecs from how Jesse has him curled up. The dragon’s cock is brick red, his balls looking so goddamn tight… 

Hanzo’s eyes are rolled up, his mouth open. Jesse is suitably sure if he weren’t lying on his back, Hanzo’s tongue would be lolling. Damn, what a lightweight… certainly strokes Jesse’s ego, though.

As Hanzo seems to need time to calm down from his first rimming high, Jesse idly reaches out and drags two fingers through the cummy mess on the dragon’s own tits. He looks at it closer, rubbing it between his fingers. It really does have the color of a pearl. The light even reflects on it in oily rainbows.

He huffs, endeared despite himself, and wipes the mess against Hanzo’s inner thigh, then leans back down to resume his work.

Hanzo’s legs twitch against his restricting hands again.

“W-Wait, what are you… doing?” he slurs with a heavy tongue. That post-orgasm haze wafting through their bond even makes Jesse a bit sleepy, though his raging hard-on keeps sure he stays right on track with what he wants to do to this snobby sea dragon princeling.

Hanzo reaches down with numb fingers, patting around until he feels Jesse’s hair and grips at it to try and pull him away.

“S enough.”

Jesse frowns. He pulls away from Hanzo’s now butter soft and flushed red hole and slowly starts to lift himself; moving to get his knees back under him. His cock is aching something fierce, veins swollen fat along the shaft.

“What?”

“It is enough,” Hanzo says again, this time a bit more clearly, though still sounding breathless from being curled into a ball. He waves his hand regally at Jesse. “You may stop.”

Jesse can’t help the rough little laugh. He is kneeling now, belly making sure Hanzo doesn’t unfold again so he can take a hand off of stabilizing those twitching legs.

“May I, now?” he murmurs, thumb slowly brushing over the spit wet hole. He should really use some lube – and he will, just in a bit – but there’s no time for that right now.

He pushes two fingers in easily, marvelling at how soft and responsive Hanzo’s hole had gotten after just a bit of lovemaking from his tongue.

The seadragon jerks, a croak half-stuck in his throat when he is suddenly filled with Jesse’s fingers sliding in deep. They hook a little to rub against those silky, warm walls… Only that they are not as silky as he might have thought. Soft, yes, but not as smooth as a humans. He nearly jerks his arm back, caught off guard by the squishy little tendrils that he is pushing his fingertips into. It is like touching a reef with those pretty little anemone’s everywhere.

His feels like it flatlines for a moment as he completely forgets about wanting to teach Hanzo a lesson and curb his attitude and instead starts to carefully drag his fingertips through the soft tendrils lining the inner walls of his intestines.

He’s not human. The thought flitters through his head like a silvery, little fish. It’s stupid. He knows, Hanzo is not human. He saw his fin, his gills. He saw him change on that beach to be able to walk with him on land.

For some reason, this more than anything else, seems to drive it home, though.

Hanzo is not human. What am I doing here? He could probably rip my head off if he wanted to. He’s like a… a beast from old folk lore. What the Hell am I doing?

A small sound from above lets him look up. Hanzo is staring at him, one hand pressed against his mouth. His eyes look glassy and wet, a flush spreading viciously down his throat and into his chest. Jesse stares at him dumb and incomprehending, fingers slowly moving again, spreading apart, pressing into those weird, soft nubs and the walls they line.

Hanzo’s legs twitch. He presses his hand harder against his mouth, but it can’t muffle the low little groan seemingly pulled out of him against his will.

Jesse stares at him. Eventually, the dragon takes his hand away, a petulant twist to his face as he rasps: “Why are you stopping?”

“Huh?”

“Your fingers…”

Jesse exhales roughly and sits down on his heels, after slowly pulling his fingers out of that greedy little hole, the tendrils seemingly clinging to him as if loathe to let him go. His head feels too hot and too full; like it is going to burst.

Just like his cock.

“You don’t know what you want, do you? Just a second earlier ya wanted me to stop cause you got your rocks off.”

“I don’t know what-”

“Doesn’t matter. Grip your legs and hold ‘em right there.”

Hanzo looks unsure but when Jesse just lifts his brows at him and starts to take his hands off, he reaches quickly out and curls his hands around the backs of his knees; even goes so far as to pull it all a bit closer to his chest, offering himself up like a goddamn feast.

Jesse’s heart skips a beat – but his cock pulses all the harder for it. He can feel it focused in the swollen tip so much that it aches. He wants to reach down and give himself a few tugs just to calm himself, but he’s not sure he wouldn’t just shoot off at the smallest touch right now, so he abstains.

“Yeah… there’s a good boy,” he rasps. Leaning over to his bedside table, he rummages around the cluttered drawer until he grasps the slightly sticky tube of slick. There. This would happen.

He’d make him sing until his little brother just had to come and investigate. See whether Jesse was slaughtering Hanzo.

Nah man. Just givin’ him some nice an’ deserved D. Make him be sorry for havin’ been such a goddamn prissy bitch since day one.

Jesse can’t help his gleeful grin as he starts to spread the slick over his cock. The sudden cold hurts even worse, but it is also welcome. At least it douses his ardor somewhat and helps him not to shoot like a boy that just figured out how to jerk it.

“Humans mate… complicated,” Hanzo says suddenly, voice a little pressed from being rolled up like he is. “It takes long…”

Jesse huffs softly. He reaches out and gently runs a palm along the back of Hanzo’s thigh to his ass. “I guess so. We’re not slick everywhere, we have to help it along a little most of the time, but…”

He starts to clamber onto his feet, crowding closer to Hanzo and squatting down with him between his feet while gripping his cock and pointing it at that sweet little hole.

“It’s not as complicated as it seems… You’ll just be nice and still and let me make you feel good, alright?”

He looks down on Hanzo who stares up at him from between his knees. There’s a glassy shine to his eyes; like he’s not quite there, though not in a worrying way. He nods slowly, and Jesse grins.

He feels like the king of the word, having a creature like Hanzo in his bed, about to fuck him like a truck. He smears his lube wet thumb over Hanzo’s soft hole, then finally lets his cock nose against it; all warm and eager. The wetness everywhere makes it slide without a hitch. Hanzo’s lids lower some, his toes curling in the air.

Jesse is so focused on all those minute reactions, that he barely pays any attention to his own sensations. When he does, it is… weird. There’s a phantom cock pushing into his own ass, making his back stiffen and his breath hitch. He clenches down involuntarily, but of course there is nothing.

It is just Hanzo broadcasting wide and clear whatever he is feeling. Jesse’s heart pounds against his ribcage. He swipes his tongue against his lower lip, body on fire. Restless. He lets his gaze wander from Hanzo’s intent face over his scrunched up belly and swollen cock to that sweet little slit he is spreading wide now.

“Damn, you’re snug as a glove…”

Hanzo’s dark brows twitch. He looks for a second like he wants to ask, but Jesse finally manages to pop the tip in, and all thoughts dissolve into soft nothingness.

Jesse could fuck him like a truck… just ram down into that weird squishy softness, all those little nubs rubbing up against his cock like the weirdest kind of sex toy, but… there is something about the way Hanzo’s breath hitches and his cheeks flush that has him be gentler for now.

He moves slowly, hands braced on the backs of Hanzo’s thighs despite him still holding his legs nice and out of the way. He can hear Hanzo’s wheezing little sighs, how his breath hitches like he wants to make more noise but can’t and… damn. Damn, he’s hitting him right in the gut, isn’t he?

“Fuck…”

Jesse pulls back. Hanzo’s eyes go wide in shock, hands shooting out, trying to grasp him, but Jesse catches them in the air and easily holds them together at the wrists.

“Hey… shh… it’s alright. I just think… maybe another position…?”

He has to help Hanzo move about. The creature is as uncoordinated as a newborn foal. He’s also nervous and desperate; afraid Jesse might withhold that big warm cock now after giving only a small taste. He’s obviously already hooked.

Jesse had wanted to watch Hanzo’s face as he gave it to him deep and good, but really… it’s not necessary with a connection such as theirs. He can feel every minute change in Hanzo’s mood. He can feel phantom pangs of physical sensations of what he is doing to the prissy asshole.

Jesse doesn’t need to see his expressions to know he is ruining him with human dick.

He has Hanzo with his ass up, and smirks when the dragon instinctively hugs one of the pillows to his chest.

They all know to brace themselves once they had a taste of Jesse’s cock. It’s adorable.

He squats over him once more. He should have done this from the beginning… it is easier. Hanzo can just try and doze while he doesn’t have anything to do other than lift his cunt high where Jesse can easily reach it and dick down into it.

Ah… yes…

He slowly pushes his tip back into that snug, warm slit. It spreads around him easily, the muscle butter soft after Jesse has spent so long getting it nice and ready with his tongue.

Hanzo sighs. He sounds so happy… like a kitten about to take a nap. Everything is slow and soft and warm – until Jesse starts to move.

He is leaning forward, bracing himself on the backs of Hanzo’s shoulders and pushing him even deeper into the bedding. Hanzo grunts in confusion, craning his neck and trying to look behind him, but Jesse is starting to pound and there’s not much he can do other than try and brace himself wherever he can so he wouldn't be pushed into the headboard.

“Damn-” Jesse hisses through clenched teeth. There’s already a tightness in his abdomen that makes him worried about how long he will actually be able to put out. Hanzo’s insides are molten hot, the small tendrils lining his intestines, hugging him all sweet.

Trying to tickle his cock and coax it into giving up all that warm cream before Jesse had any say in the matter.

“Holy fuck,” he whines, head leaning back. Beneath him, Hanzo is wheezing, restlessly grabbing at anything he can. Jesse wants to ask him if everything is okay, but he can feel it.

That massive pressure, that filling, the heat… he feels flattered by the phantom impressions of his own cock.

I can fuck myself, he thinks hysterically, the burn in his abdomen slowly spreading along his spine and creeping through his whole body. I can literally fuck myself. Holy shit.

He pushes in, and the phantom cock fills him in turn. It feels bigger than it rightly should. He wonders if it is Hanzo’s mind just playing a trick on all of them. In any case, the seadragon is arching up as if trying to throw him off.

Jesse croaks out a rough laugh and doubles down on pressing him into the mattress.

“None of that, now! I’m already balls deep inside you… you can take it to the end, won’t you?” he croons, hips snapping as he fucks him deep, rubbing along his insides and carving a space for himself inside him.

He’ll make sure Hanzo’ll never forget him. Jesse McCree – hat first human that got to spread that sweet little slit open wide and make it gape on his dick.

“S-So big,” Hanzo groans. He manages to turn his head to the side, eyes glassy, tongue near lolling as his whole body jerks with every deep thrust Jesse gives him. Jesse barks a rough laugh, insides surging with the pride he feels at having Hanzo stroke his ego like that – as unintentional as that might have been.

He can see Hanzo’s mouth curving slightly; a trembling grin just as a brainless reaction to the pride coursing through Jesse.

“Yeah, that’s right… not used to that, are you? Humans are good for something, at least, huh?”

He can’t keep from needling him. Not when he for once has him at his mercy without him being wrapped up in a net and spitting mad because of it. Hanzo has been so stuck-up, so merciless… but by god, he feels so good around his cock. His insides are squishy and hot and pressing down on him like the most luxurious of fleshlights.

When Hanzo does nothing but be a good boy that stays on his cock and moans like a slut, Jesse gets sweet on him. He reaches around and clasps Hanzo’s bobbing cock in his palm.

It feels sticky and slippery between his sliding fingers, making him wonder if he’ll have to get a new mattress after this. The dragon is just so wet…

His thighs burn and his feet start to slip, so he has to reposition himself while taking a breather. His whole body hums with sensation, sweat slicking his skin and itching madenningly where it dries on all the fur he sports. He slightly shifts the angle with which he drives down into Hanzo.

It is a complete accident, but it seems to be exactly what the dragon needs to roar for him.

Hanzo starts clawing at the bed, crying out with every bone deep thrust as Jesse rides him like a man possessed, using his leverage to drive down into his guts and right into his belly. At least it goddamn feels like it.

Hanzo begins to buck like a rabbit with its hind legs caught. Jesse is not sure he is doing it with any real intention, but he has to hold on for the ride anyway, trying to keep him pressed down into the mattress while pounding him hard enough to have his balls slap against him with loud, meaty smacks.

When Hanzo comes, he roars, fingers dug deep into the mattress curtsy of his talons, body tense as he orgasms like it is a goddamn chore.

Jesse must have come as well. He’s not entirely sure. He’s pushed in deep and must have exploded somewhere right at the source of Hanzo’s inhuman heat, but he’s gone deaf and blind, shaking through not only his own orgasm, but Hanzo’s as well. It’s hard to think. To breathe. To keep his heart pounding.

When he calms down, his body is so numb that he feels like he’s just had a near-death experience.

It’s goddamn scary, is what it is… but he looks down and Hanzo’s eyes have rolled up into his head and he’s drooling and shivery and completely fucked out…

It had been worth it.

He’d do it again.

.oOo.

It’s hours later that Hanzo and he finally crawl out of the bedroom, driven by thirst and hunger.

Jesse can tell that the dragon is just as groggy as him – but they become wide awake when they realize that Genji and Zenyatta are gone.