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]

If I had the authority to kill you, [ Jesse imitates the steel in the Shimada's voice as much as he can, reveling in the gasp that slips through his mouth. he thinks briefly that it'd be better if it was his tongue instead so he could show his dominance in that way, too.

because that's what the Yakuza prince craved, isn't it? he didn't even have to read his file to know that. Jesse lacked enough fingers and toes to count how many men he's crossed paths with that harbored this same secret desire to be knocked down a few pegs. the view from such a high pedestal must really be nice, but he figures it sure must get lonely up there.

his voice is but a low growl when he continues. ]

then I'd already be havin' my way with ya.

[ however it's not long until the Shimada proves himself to be different from the rest of the men Jesse's done this same tango with. while others would melt under the cowman's seize of control, he rose to the challenge; pushed back instead of crumbled- right into the knife.

a guttural sound escapes him, like a groan being swallowed back down, when hot crimson meets cool silver. Jesse's pleased to know that the seemingly flawless Shimada son could in fact bleed, but he'd much rather like to know if he can make him cry.

he finds himself breaking their eye contact to stare down at his lips and the thin line they were pressed into. he licks at his own, digging the knife just a little bit closer to coax more blood out, watching it roll down porcelain skin until it soaks into the white collar of his button up shirt. ]

If I tell ya, will it still come true? [ the laugh that follows is less humorous than it is cruel. if you give Jesse McCree an inch, he'll go ahead take the whole mile. ] How 'bout I just show ya.

[ Jesse removes the knife from the clan leader's neck, only to use the tip to tilt his chin back up. he's surprised that such a dangerous man has been able to keep the skin there relatively spotless, no nicks or bruises indicating that another person had been there recently. he can safely assume that no one's claimed him in a long while, and that thought, plus the fact that Hanzo knows his name, is enough to push him over the line that has been holding him back from taking what he wants.

the small distance between their bodies is finally closed when Jesse presses his hips against Hanzo's, grinding just enough for the other man to feel his growing erection beneath thick black denim while his face hovers mere centimeters away. ]

Think ya forgot to check for one last weapon.

[sonicarrow]

Would you?

[He flexed his wrist, bringing the edge of the katana to rest against the back of Jesse’s knee, just hard enough to make its presence known. A silent reminder that he was not in full control, and that it was by Hanzo’s will that the situation not escalate further — There were still limits to his power over him. Had he simply wanted someone to relinquish control to, Hanzo could have had that several times over. But a man with strength enough to take it, and stand as his equal? That was a rarity.

The sting of the blade barely registered, and he didn’t flinch as it bit deeper into flesh. Years of training had numbed him, prepared him to weather far harsher punishments should he ever find himself in an interrogation situation — But then, this was less threat than it was foreplay, and they both knew it. He recognized the hunger in the other man’s gaze, the sounds he made. He didn’t need to feel the press of his erection to know where this was headed in his mind, and Hanzo wouldn’t deny that his interest was piqued.

It was not a dance he had done often, but he knew the steps. He had married himself to his duty, though his father had spoken of trading him off to some political match more than once. Loveless arrangements, meant to further the needs of the clan, which had fortunately never panned out, for one reason or another. Even if they had, Hanzo would have accepted it as an act of necessity, yet another part of himself handed freely for the sake of Sojiro’s legacy. It had never been about what he wanted, and for years, he had accepted that truth without complaint.

But he wanted this.

There was no doubt that he was playing with fire, and it was far too easy to get burned — But he was a dragon, and was that not his birthright? An empire had been placed on his shoulders, and while he would never allow his own selfish desire to threaten that, he would give himself this. One momentary lapse, one night in exchange for a lifetime sacrificed to their cause.

A smirk curved his lips as he allowed Jesse to guide his head back up, even as his eyes flickered downward. There was no hesitation as he arched his back, welcoming the friction with a throaty chuckle of his own.]

It would seem so.

[His fingers slipped around the grip of the other man’s sidearm, pressing up against that boundary once more.]

Perhaps I was not convinced you know how to use it.

[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.