i'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck,

[oldtownroad]

or i did last time i checked.

 

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[oldtownroad]

Ha ... again with damn the sword. You ever tried getting what ya want without it, sweetheart? Your pretty face could get ya far. [ the designer clothes, the slicked back hair, the expensive watch -- the smell of his cologne. little pieces of a person that don't mean jack to Jesse separately are all coming together to make the Shimada heir a very irresistible man. he knows whatever this is can't extend past tonight, but he can already sense how hard pulling away will be once they're done.

he'll be sure to get a few rounds out of him to make it worth his while, or at least the cuts and scrapes he'll be getting soon.

it's plain as day that they want the same things out of each other-- a quick lay, a hard fuck -- even if the Shimada is being an asshole about it now. Jesse McCree wouldn't have all his limbs and his boner still in tact and a part of his body if he didn't want this too.

he hopes to god that Reyes and the rest of them won't come looking for their unresponsive agent and catch him with his pants around his ankles. it wouldn't be the first time, but it'd be hard to explain away his company. what's the punishment for sleeping with the target, anyways? ] What, you gonna show me?

[ the other man's got his hand on Jesse's piece again, and while it chips at his pride just a smidge, the Blackwatch agent does him better by dropping his face towards his craned neck and flicks his tongue against the cut there, all while his metal hand palms against the gangster's crotch. ] Or am I gonna show you?

[sonicarrow]

[Compliments were a dime a dozen — So long as he was a Shimada, people would pay him lip service. And yet, there was something admittedly satisfying, hearing it coming from the cowboy’s mouth. The sincerity was questionable, but Hanzo suspected that had it come from anyone else, that American drawl would not have sounded even half as charismatic.]

I thought you knew who I was. Do you think I require either, to get what I want?

[This being the rare exception. Now, his name was more detriment than benefit; he could imagine the price for fraternizing with the enemy was quite steep for the both of them. But the appeal of this – and of the man himself – was that it was not the easy choice.

It wasn’t often that the scion was caught by surprise, but the sudden heat of the tongue against his throat managed it. He hissed through clenched teeth, shoulders tensing as his fingers instinctively tightened around the grip of the other man’s revolver. There was a part of him that wanted nothing more than to grab Jesse by the hair, to force him back and taste the blood in his mouth — An option he wasn’t ruling out just yet.

But, if there'd been any lintering question as to whether they were on the same page, it could be put to rest; with the way he was grabbing him, there was no chance Jesse couldn't feel that Hanzo was just as hard as he was.]

You tell me, Agent.

[The katana had not been forgotten. He made one last nudge with the weapon before he released it, the sound of metal striking pavement echoing loudly off the alley walls. There was a deliberateness to the timing, a pause to make sure that the other knew it had been a conscious decision, and not some startled reaction. Less surrender, and more a statement of what they both already knew — He didn’t need it.]

I do not like to be disappointed.