How about âGet your ass over here" and "Why do you still have clothes on?" for McCree/Genji because you said you liked that pairing? Power bottom Genji, maybe? ;)
Of all the things Jesse McCree expected to find in his quarters after a long day of training, a cyborg ninja isnât one of them.
He isnât complaining, mind, but itâs still a shock.
âUh...did I stumble off my path?â Itâs a dumb question, he can see his spare serape draped over the corner of the dresser and various shirts littering the floor.
But it breaks the silent stare down and that works, insofar as heâs concerned.
âGet your ass over here.â Genjiâs voice still has a metallic twinge, something in the subvocals that warbles, and the narrow look he levels on McCree has him stepping back with his hands up.
âHey, pardner, I ainât lookinâ for a fight. Ainât in the shape for one anyhow. Jusâ wonderinâ what youâre doinâ here.â
âYou like to fuck and I want to be fucked.â Genji says it like itâs a weather report. Plain and simple like it donât turn Jesseâs head on end in the best way. âThat is what I am âdoingâ here.â
âWell now,â Jesse drawls, hands on his hips as he runs appreciative eyes over Genjiâs form.
Heâd be lying if he said he hasnât thought about it. Genjiâs body is a masterpiece of tech and the machinery only amplifies the parts that are still flesh and bone. The way he moves in battle, how he leaps and runs, nimble in ways Jesse couldnât hope to be in his wildest dreams--well, itâs led to more than one interesting type of dream.
Genjiâs leveling him with a bored look, leaning back on his palms, heels kicking against the side of the bed. He looks...young for a split second, before his brows come down and then he just looks cantankerous.
âIs that a no, cowboy?â
âNaw, I didnât say no.â
âThen why do you still have clothes on?â
Jesse obediently strips as he makes his way to the bed, scowling slightly at the smell of old sweat that clings from the day. He should probably shower, in all honesty, but Genji doesnât seem inclined to wait and he isnât willing to lose the chance. Not for a lonely, likely cold shower to cool down whatâs burning in his gut.
âCan you even fuck? Not tâbe mean or anythinâ but it ainât exactly like I know much about your body--âsides how good you are in a fight with it.â
âOh trust me,â thereâs a flick of a tongue that has his cock jumping between his thighs, âif you come over here, youâll find out just how well I can fuck.â
Well. Alrighty then. Never let it be said Jesse McCree wasnât curious to his dying day.