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McYatta – McCree getting it on with human Zenyatta 

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Jesse might not be the brightest candle on the cake (at least according to other’s opinions), but he sure as hell isn’t a dumbass that can’t tell when the little treat of a monk is eying him something hungry.

Zenyatta is not subtle about it. Jesse can’t figure out whether it is because he has no idea how obvious he is being, checking out the bulge of Jesse’s dick in his gym clothes, or whether he does not care.

Zenyatta seems too collected and serene of a person to be particularly bothered by others knowing he likes to check out cocks, but McCree has seen weirder things happen.

At any case, it is a moot point.

Zenyatta wants dick, and McCree wants his to get wet. He has no idea whether the monk has any vows, but when he knocks on the door and sees Zenyatta’s pupils blow wide upon seeing him, he thinks that that’s not too important, too.

He’s used to the cute and quiet ones really being hot for ‘a bit o’ rough’, and Zenyatta is only too eager to let himself get bullied back into his rooms, and have McCree’s big, rough hands grab at his slender, long limbs.

Zenyatta is so tall and slender, it is easy to forget just how young he still is. He giggles when Jesse pushes right into his space and presses kisses beneath his jaw line. His long fingers are digging into the front of Jesse’s plaid, holding on for dear life. If he has made vows, he doesn’t say a word about them when he gets bullied against the wall and one of his long legs is pulled up and made to curl around Jesse’s hip.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me,” Jesse croons right against his ear, beard scratching and tickling. He can feel Zenyatta’s scrawny chest hitching against his own. The boy is as delicious as a snack. The thought of being the first to spread his long, mouth-watering legs and nose against that smooth little slit behind his balls is making Jesse feel woozy and like the worst kind of pervert.

Zenyatta is not defending himself, is what he tells himself to keep sleeping at night. He moans all soft and breathy and holds on to Jesse and makes everything to try and help Jesse with getting them out of their clothes.

“Oh, ye’re hungry for it,” Jesse rasps, heart jerking up into his throat when Zenyatta’s long fingers curl around his cock, standing at attention like the best trained fucking dog.

“Can’t believe Genji’s not yet given you a ride…”

He reaches down and grabs Zenyatta’s little ass with both hands. He can feel the lean cheeks through his thin harem pants, filling his palms like little apples. Delicious. Gorgeous. Jesse bites at his thin neck and Zenyatta’s deep voice trembles like a plucked string.

Oh yes… it’s always the prim and proper ones that get completely mindless for the rough and tumble types. Jesse doesn’t mind it one bit. Not when it means that he can end his night spreading Zenyatta’s long, long legs and hearing bearing his long, long throat as he gets his smooth little hole spread open.

It’s always dangerous to show the slightest interest in stray mutts. They’ll take anything and everything they can get their paws on.