>>2365547McCree would groan and moan, he’d be a noisy lover. Genji would bend down to shut him up with his kisses. Genji was unlike his brother; he’d moan and groan and show off. He wouldn’t hide behind the façade of honor or grace. Genji would reach around for McCree’s non-robotic arm to stroke his dick. Ah, it’d be addicting. Genji knew what he wanted.
He’d feel McCree’s stubble against his neck as he touched him and felt them underneath his hands. The human feeling of lust would overcome him as he immediately got drunk digging his fingers through Jesse’s long hair.
“H-hey, now,” Jesse tried to interject in between his own and Genji’s moans. “G-genji,” he’d mutter with his deep voice. Genji was distracted by the passions of lust to pay attention but McCree would easily dominate him. The man would allow McCree to dominate him as Genji begged him to fuck him deeper and deeper. Harder and harder.
The sensations would cause Genji to beg for more, deeper, and harder. He wanted to be destroyed by this man. He wanted to steal him from Hanzo.
Whenever Genji would awake from these dreams, he’d feel guilty about his cybernetic body all over again. It wasn’t fair. Hanzo could leave. He could love someone like McCree. He could feel the sweat beneath his hair, the stubble around his face, breathe in the smoke of his cigar, smell the cheap beers he’d down, he’d taste the dust from outside.
“It’s all my fault,” Genji muttered to himself as he realized the bitterness for Hanzo for his death never truly went away. Because of this body, he could never touch McCree the way Hanzo could. And he couldn’t help but resent his brother for that.
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