[ 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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[ 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.