[The description actually does give Hanzo pause, and there are a few tense seconds when he considers saying goodnight for a second, and final time. Surely, he wasn't serious.
Then again, this is Jesse McCree.]
I hope you are not suggesting that I should actually wear that.
[... And now Jesse has him imagining it too. Damn it.]
And that was all?
[Not that he would be curious about what happened next.]
no? why not? halloween's comin' around the corner, right. i can be the hot millionaire mogul with a big ... mansion and you, my favorite play bunny -- always pickin' you over everyone else.
[ it's the vintage magazines that Jesse's resorted to while he was away. they cost him a buck fifty at the convenience store, but it was still nowhere near as great as the real thing. it was nice to picture Hanzo in all those skimpy outfits, though.
he lifts a brow when he's not told to shut up. ]
... 'n you were sittin' in my lap with my hands all over ya. my face in the crook of yer neck while you filled my ears with those cute sounds ya make when i bite.
Do not think for a moment that I would wear such a thing in public.
[He hesitated to send the final part, wondering if he truly needed to qualify the statement. He would not wear such a thing at all, and there was no scenario his boyfriend could have dreamed up that would have changed his mind.
It was only due to neglect of his own needs and the long weeks apart that he was actually aroused by his ridiculous story.]
yeah, yeah. comin' from the man who said he'd never suck my dick while on the clock. guess who still has a pic of you on yer knees during our last undercover job? what was it ... the fancy gala, right? in the goddamn spice pantry. i know you better than that, naughty little thing ...
[ Jesse's quiet for a small moment, shallow strokes from the base to the middle of his length. with the commander in the other room, he's got to keep quiet but it's not such an easy task when he's painting such a good picture of his boyfriend behind his eyelids. ]
doesn't have to be. like how it's not just in your imagination that i'm touchin' myself thinkin' about ya.
[He wasn’t wrong, though. Jesse has a knack for stretching his boundaries, though not in an unpleasant way; the stolen moment he was referring to had been good for both of them, the thrill of potential discovery making it all the better.
He wasn’t under any such pressure now, their shared bed feeling all the more empty as he texted him, a fresh reminder of the distance between them. Then, there would be no one to catch him as his hand slipped beneath the sheets, already half-hard thanks to Jesse’s... storytelling.]
[ he knows exactly what buttons to push and what memories to bring up to get Hanzo going. it's less of a game now and more of actual foreplay to get him to cave to his crude insinuations no matter how much Hanzo seemed to be against it.
it's a little harder, much like Jesse's dick in his hand, when they're apart. he can't rely on the smooth southern drawl whispered softly into flushed skin or a calculated hand on the small of his back to do most of the work when he's miles away.
just words, but when Hanzo wants it-- a picture. ]
am i the type of man who would lie to ya, baby?
[ another picture comes in; this time a boomerang-esque type photo of Jesse's other weapon, decorated with eggplant emojis and cartoon sparkles. ]
[An empty threat; one which Jesse no doubt saw right through. He was incredibly perceptive, and it still surprised Hanzo just how easily he managed to get under his skin. At one point, he would have said his sole purpose was to fluster and annoy him, but he had since learned to put that gift to much better use.
It wasn't his own hand he was thinking of as he touched himself, grip firm around his growing length. The scent of Jesse's cologne lingered on the gingham shirt he'd borrowed, and as he closed his eyes, he could almost imagine the comfortable scratch of his beard against his neck, lips hot and-
Right. His phone.
The emojis were ridiculous, but they didn't detract much. Hanzo takes a bit longer than he should have in replying, taking his time in appreciating the photo.]
Then perhaps he should come home. You are welcome to come too.
[ speaking of those dirty photos ... while Hanzo takes his sweet time to reply, probably punishing him for his ridiculousness with radio silence, Jesse clicks through dozens of folders to get to his curated collection of naughty images. they're all of Hanzo, of course. some solo, though most of them are taken during heated throes of passion when they're actually together.
he hates playing favorites, but he is particularly fond of the one where Hanzo's got all of Jesse inside his mouth. or the one he took on their anniversary, where Hanzo's as red as the rose petals scattered on the bed while Jesse's cock is buried deep inside his ass.
there's one where precision seemed to be lacking for a certain sharpshooter, and Hanzo's beard is covered in Jesse's cum.
really, they're all great and the more he looks at them the harder he gets. ]
you're awfully quiet over there, Han. you busy?
[ the cowboy drags his boxers past his hips, biting down hard on his bottom lip to keep himself from groaning out loud. he imagines Hanzo on top of him, riding like he's the one with a hat and spurs on, while he pumps a tight fist around his length. ]
you know I'm a gentleman. i always wait till you're done to finish.
... though you may have to call me so I know you ain't bluffin' ;)
[The autocorrect nearly got the best of him, typing one-handed as he was, and Hanzo barely caught it before hitting send. Jesse was sharper than most gave him credit for, but the archer knew damned well that he was already onto him, even without making foolish mistakes.
Outside of what was sent to him, Hanzo’s own collection was limited, as he lacked Jesse’s knack or passion for photography. There was the occasional amateur selfie taken while one of them was away, but never anything that he kept for himself — Then again, the cowboy had given him plenty of fuel during their many encounters. Hanzo took his time, his own strokes long and languid as he imagined the comforting press of the other man’s weight on top of him, the taste of his skin as he sucked fresh marks on his neck to replace ones that had long faded.
It was when the phone vibrated a third time that he finally cracked an eye open, heat rising in his face as he caught up on the missed messages. Definitely caught red-handed.]
Gentleman is not the word I would use.
[He let out a shuddering breath, trying to collect himself enough to make the call. Jesse would know within two words what he’d been doing, but he couldn’t say it wouldn’t be worth it, if only to hear his voice, and that stupid-yet-somehow-charming laugh.
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what time izit there?
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You are late.
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it's 8am here. you know what time it is :D
[ 69kb of Jesse's morning wood is shortly sent to Hanzo's inbox. ]
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He does take a moment to appreciate the view, however. Much as he misses him, he's still going to have to work for it.]
Yes. It is time for me to go to bed.
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i'll tell ya what. stay 'round awhile, 'n i'll tell ya all about my dreams.
... you've got the starring role, after all.
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... You have ten minutes.
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[ Jesse adjusts, sitting up in an hotel bed somewhere in Numbani, hand around the base of himself. ]
you were wearin' a bunny suit-- two sizes too small. 'n you had on those sock things on ... uhh fishnets? yeah. fishnets.
a mighty fine sight if i ever saw 'un.
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Then again, this is Jesse McCree.]
I hope you are not suggesting that I should actually wear that.
[... And now Jesse has him imagining it too. Damn it.]
And that was all?
[Not that he would be curious about what happened next.]
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[ it's the vintage magazines that Jesse's resorted to while he was away. they cost him a buck fifty at the convenience store, but it was still nowhere near as great as the real thing. it was nice to picture Hanzo in all those skimpy outfits, though.
he lifts a brow when he's not told to shut up. ]
... 'n you were sittin' in my lap with my hands all over ya. my face in the crook of yer neck while you filled my ears with those cute sounds ya make when i bite.
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[He hesitated to send the final part, wondering if he truly needed to qualify the statement. He would not wear such a thing at all, and there was no scenario his boyfriend could have dreamed up that would have changed his mind.
It was only due to neglect of his own needs and the long weeks apart that he was actually aroused by his ridiculous story.]
You have a vivid imagination.
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[ Jesse's quiet for a small moment, shallow strokes from the base to the middle of his length. with the commander in the other room, he's got to keep quiet but it's not such an easy task when he's painting such a good picture of his boyfriend behind his eyelids. ]
doesn't have to be. like how it's not just in your imagination that i'm touchin' myself thinkin' about ya.
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[He wasn’t wrong, though. Jesse has a knack for stretching his boundaries, though not in an unpleasant way; the stolen moment he was referring to had been good for both of them, the thrill of potential discovery making it all the better.
He wasn’t under any such pressure now, their shared bed feeling all the more empty as he texted him, a fresh reminder of the distance between them. Then, there would be no one to catch him as his hand slipped beneath the sheets, already half-hard thanks to Jesse’s... storytelling.]
How would I know for sure?
[Pics, or it didn’t happen.]
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[ he knows exactly what buttons to push and what memories to bring up to get Hanzo going. it's less of a game now and more of actual foreplay to get him to cave to his crude insinuations no matter how much Hanzo seemed to be against it.
it's a little harder, much like Jesse's dick in his hand, when they're apart. he can't rely on the smooth southern drawl whispered softly into flushed skin or a calculated hand on the small of his back to do most of the work when he's miles away.
just words, but when Hanzo wants it-- a picture. ]
am i the type of man who would lie to ya, baby?
[ another picture comes in; this time a boomerang-esque type photo of Jesse's other weapon, decorated with eggplant emojis and cartoon sparkles. ]
he misses ya so bad, he's even cryin'!
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[An empty threat; one which Jesse no doubt saw right through. He was incredibly perceptive, and it still surprised Hanzo just how easily he managed to get under his skin. At one point, he would have said his sole purpose was to fluster and annoy him, but he had since learned to put that gift to much better use.
It wasn't his own hand he was thinking of as he touched himself, grip firm around his growing length. The scent of Jesse's cologne lingered on the gingham shirt he'd borrowed, and as he closed his eyes, he could almost imagine the comfortable scratch of his beard against his neck, lips hot and-
Right. His phone.
The emojis were ridiculous, but they didn't detract much. Hanzo takes a bit longer than he should have in replying, taking his time in appreciating the photo.]
Then perhaps he should come home. You are welcome to come too.
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[ speaking of those dirty photos ... while Hanzo takes his sweet time to reply, probably punishing him for his ridiculousness with radio silence, Jesse clicks through dozens of folders to get to his curated collection of naughty images. they're all of Hanzo, of course. some solo, though most of them are taken during heated throes of passion when they're actually together.
he hates playing favorites, but he is particularly fond of the one where Hanzo's got all of Jesse inside his mouth. or the one he took on their anniversary, where Hanzo's as red as the rose petals scattered on the bed while Jesse's cock is buried deep inside his ass.
there's one where precision seemed to be lacking for a certain sharpshooter, and Hanzo's beard is covered in Jesse's cum.
really, they're all great and the more he looks at them the harder he gets. ]
you're awfully quiet over there, Han. you busy?
[ the cowboy drags his boxers past his hips, biting down hard on his bottom lip to keep himself from groaning out loud. he imagines Hanzo on top of him, riding like he's the one with a hat and spurs on, while he pumps a tight fist around his length. ]
you know I'm a gentleman. i always wait till you're done to finish.
... though you may have to call me so I know you ain't bluffin' ;)
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[The autocorrect nearly got the best of him, typing one-handed as he was, and Hanzo barely caught it before hitting send. Jesse was sharper than most gave him credit for, but the archer knew damned well that he was already onto him, even without making foolish mistakes.
Outside of what was sent to him, Hanzo’s own collection was limited, as he lacked Jesse’s knack or passion for photography. There was the occasional amateur selfie taken while one of them was away, but never anything that he kept for himself — Then again, the cowboy had given him plenty of fuel during their many encounters. Hanzo took his time, his own strokes long and languid as he imagined the comforting press of the other man’s weight on top of him, the taste of his skin as he sucked fresh marks on his neck to replace ones that had long faded.
It was when the phone vibrated a third time that he finally cracked an eye open, heat rising in his face as he caught up on the missed messages. Definitely caught red-handed.]
Gentleman is not the word I would use.
[He let out a shuddering breath, trying to collect himself enough to make the call. Jesse would know within two words what he’d been doing, but he couldn’t say it wouldn’t be worth it, if only to hear his voice, and that stupid-yet-somehow-charming laugh.
Finally, he tapped the screen to start the call.]
You are insufferable.