August 2021 Drabble#1 (Patreon)

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McCree/Hanzo – deaged!Hanzo (still over the age of consent) – Hanzo had a little scientific mishap and is now a lot younger than he used to be... for once Jesse finds himself on the receiving end of a horny youngster.

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“W-Woah. Hey there, partner…?”

Jesse has almost spilled his beer, carefully putting the can down on the side while staring at Hanzo with mixed feelings. Mostly because it’s a little difficult to integrate this Hanzo with his Hanzo. The one with the well-kept beard and crow’s feet and the liberal gray in his hair.

This one is no less beautiful, but against what he is used to, he looks pretty much… well like a baby or something.

Especially when he just crawls onto his lap like he did now. He’s never done that before.

Hanzo’s very smooth cheeks get a bit of color, his dark eyes squinting at him in both defiance and suspicion.

“Is that what you called my other self? Partner?”

“Uhm. Well…”

“I demand that you call me the same as this other Hanzo. I am him for now, after all.”

Well. At least the bossiness is the same. Seems like some things even time can’t change. Jesse slowly drags his hand over his mouth to make sure there’s no beer foam sticking to his beard and also get a few more seconds to think this through.

Hanzo uses the moment to awkwardly crawl further up until he is straddling Jesse’s lap, his knees squeezed in between Jesse’s hips and the armrests of the chair. He’s been wearing a yukata, seemingly feeling more at home in the garment than in his older self’s clothes that hang on him just so.

It does cause the yukata to gape and show off the fundoshi he wears underneath. Jesse can’t help but look. Hanzo smiles a hidden little smirk, leaning forward and putting himself against Jesse’s chest like a damn kitten. Shit. Give him a finger and he’ll take the whole hand.

That’s… also something that hasn’t changed, really.

“Ah. L-Listen, Hanzo. I dunno what you think’ll happen, but-”

“Do you not love my other self?”

Jesse inhales sharply. The trap is so damn obvious but he just… can’t bring himself not to answer. His voice is strained as he croaks: “Course I love ‘im.”

“So then you love me.”

Hanzo sounds so damn smug. Jesse had known he’d be trouble the second the dust had settled and he’d seen what had happened to his lover… and had gotten a look at his expression the moment it had dawned on the kid that in another life Jesse would be his partner.

He’s been sticking to him ever since, making no secret out of the fact that he thought Jesse was very much his type – despite him telling him in no unflattering terms that he thought he was old, out of shape, and stank.

“Very good. So do it, then.”

“Do… what?” he croaks miserably, already knowing the answer but having to hear it with masochistic curiosity.

“Make love to me.”