#pums

“You’re so tight, darlin’,” Jesse breathed. “Haven’t been doing this often enough I think.”

Hanzo twisted and groaned beneath him despite his best efforts to keep still and relax. Jesse knew from experience that it was the best kind of pain and release, balancing on the knife’s edge of relaxing into the insistent pressure despite the sharp prickle of pain. “Jesse,” he breathed more insistently. “Not here!”

“Why not?” Jesse asked with a laugh, pressing harder. Hanzo mumbled something that sounded like unsanitary. Maybe it was improper, but Hanzo’s faint accent increased in times like this and with his face pressed against the table his speech was slurred anyway. “Just gotta be careful, huh? Not make a mess?”

But he loved making Hanzo a mess like this, watching his eyes go unfocused and hearing those lovely moans as he pressed down, the little pops beneath his fingers.

The chef whined when Jesse’s rhythm increased before succeeding in going limp. He just let Jesse manipulate his body, more focused on trying not to drool all over the table. Seemingly all too soon it was over and Jesse was backing up.

Hanzo let himself lay there for a few second before pushing himself to his feet and rolling out his shoulders.

“How’s that?” Jesse asked, leaning casually against the table next to him with his arms crossed. He was a little too smug for Hanzo’s tastes but unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how one looked at it) it was entirely warranted.

Hanzo rolled his eyes. “Fishing for compliments is unbecoming,” he informed his husband but nonetheless tipped his head back for the warm kiss Jesse leaned down to give him. He rolled his shoulders again. “But you know you got it.”

Chuckling, Jesse leaned down to collect his payment - another kiss - before allowing Hanzo to return to the kitchen to continue prep for dinner. The poor man had been under a lot of stress lately and a huge knot had developed beneath his right shoulder blade. Well, under both shoulder blades but more his right than his left and it was affecting the way he slept and functioned.

What kind of husband would he be if he let Hanzo suffer?

(He definitely didn’t have an ulterior motive in hearing those lovely groans and moans, not at all.)

Grabbing a rag, he was about to wipe down the table when he caught sight of Pums standing in the doorway. He gestured with a thumb to his own lips as an example. “You, uh, got a little bit of drool there.”

It was such a rare sight to see Pums so off-kilter; he savored it while he could. She blushed bright red, sent a scathing look his way, and stomped back out.

Laughing, Jesse got to work on the table.

Zarya patted Pums’ shoulder with a massive hand, personally impressed when she didn’t stagger as much as someone her size typically would.

“It happens,” Angela said.

“They’re disgusting,” Fareeha added, thinking back to the times she had caught them in the gym together. “Hanzo on his own is bad enough-”

“Good workout partner!” Zarya interrupted. “Skips leg day too much.”

Pums groaned in frustration. Her blush was still very evident on her cheeks. “I hate them. Why do they have to be so hot together?”