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“Just a little bit longer,” Junkrat plead softly. His mouth claiming Hanzo’s once more while an arm hooked around the archer’s neck, keeping them close. A merry moan following suit.

Several soft pops transgressed till bristly whiskers now brushed along the junker’s neck. Moans turning into giggles.

“You do remember we have to go for a mission soon, James?”

Junkrat let out a few more giggles that trailed off leaving a small smile behind when he felt the other pull away to check his face. As if he could see just from that alone of Junkrat did remember or at least understood he was using up all their time.

“Sure I do.” Jamison moved his flesh hand up to brush the long bit of fringe Hanzo had that tickled his cheek in a different manner than the beard had.

“Then perhaps we can… Move onward?”

Jamison bit his lower lip as he felt the archer’s length press against him. He wanted this, he really did. Imagined it even for months after the incident at the gala but there was one thing he wanted more.

“Just one more?” he asked in a hushed whisper. As if he feared asking any louder might scare Hanzo away. “Please?”

Orange eyes, bright like flames, stared up at him and Hanzo wondered how he could say no to just one more kiss.

“Very well-” lips crashed back against his own. Junkrat pulling back surprisingly as he was always the one wanting to linger. “Done?”

“No,” Junkrat replied honestly. “But satisfied for now.” He leaned up and pressed a kiss to Hanzo’s throat.

“I thought you were satisfied?” the archer mused fondly.

“I was- say, thought we were on another time crunch?” Jamison steered the conversation in a slightly different direction.

“…yes we are.”

“Then lets go!” Jamison purred. Both hands having moved to the rump and gave it a teasing squeeze. “Show me what ya got.”

“You sure you don’t want ‘just one more’?”

Jamison looked off at the comment and mumbled under his breath.

“Hm?”

“I… It ain’t- I ain’t said nothing.”

“James.”

“It ain’t nothing.”

“Jamison…”

Junkrat closed his eyes feeling dumb. “I just like this part. A lot I guess… Never had anyone wanna kiss me before,” he mumbled pulling a pillow over his face. Clearly the mood ruined because he couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

That was… No one? How had Jamison had sex before and never-? Anger crept in but the Shimada had to shelf it for now.

“Jamison…. Why are you hiding from me?”

The pillow mumbled unintelligibly. Hanzo pulling it free to note that the once happy go lucky nature of the junker was muddled with fear.

“May I?”

Hanzo still wanted to bang? That was fine. He thought he scared him off but it seemed the archer still wanted to keep going.

A hand gently angled Junkrat’s head as Hanzo lent in for a lingering kiss. The trembling form beneath him leasing in tension. Good.

“How about…” Hanzo took a shallow breath. “We just do this?”

Unable to form words, Jamison nodded. His eyes watering but closed as the Shimada lent down for another kiss, rolling onto his side so they could lay by one another.

I am still really pleased with his ficlit. >//>;