overmans-drabbles:

Kiss Monologues Ft. Hanzo, McCree, 76, Widowmaker

Hanzo

– I often feel shameful when my mind trails to indecent thoughts of you. We’ve already been in close quarters often but whenever we begin it is always like the first time. A bit timid and gentle, but then I start feeling your warmth on me, your hands tracing all over me, as if you have been longing for my touch for a very long time. It makes me feel strong and mighty, I enjoy embracing you and cocooning you in tenderness. I dig in for more, and push deeper into your lips, taking all of you in. For a split second I feel desperate for you and I perceive you as the only thing that will make me feel whole once more. I forget about everything in this small time together.

McCree

-I’ve been through some shit, almost my whole life. I always end up gettin’ stuck in some line of work that puts my life on the line. It’s tough, but I’m sadly used to all of it. I can’t help but to feel a lil’ funny when we share this intimacy together; I’m certainly not used to somethin’ like this. Or so, I haven’t had somethin’ like this in a very long time. The normalcy of it is terribly inviting to me. The moment I see your coy smile, and you tiptoeing to reach my lips and that soft warm sensation drives me absolutely crazy. I don’t hold back at all, I attack you fully and wholeheartedly. I run my hand through your hair and pull your waist close to mine. Please, I tell ya, give me more of these moments!

Soldier: 76

– I admit it, I tend to avoid kissing you. Not because I don’t enjoy it, but because I fear that you won’t. I’m not how I used to be back in my so called glory days. I’ve become calloused and hard to approach, I know there are times when my words strike at you harshly, but that is not what I intend to do to you. I am amazed that you still manage to want this and that you reassure me that this is what you want. It’s always tender, and a little shy, I can see that you still feel a bit intimidated around me, I don’t blame you. I try to be as welcoming as I can, slowly, synchronizing my lips with yours and making sure you know that you are still desirable to me. You always taste so sweet to me, innocent and sensual.

Widowmaker

– I pity you at times, wanting something so lacking and unimportant from me. The closest you can manage is to give me a small peck on my cheek, whispering Mon Amour as if that would be something to break through me. Alas, this shell of mine makes it impossible for me to reciprocate back. I see your longing eyes in comparison to my cold, empty ones. Full of life, full of want, full of lust. Imbecile, wasting your energy on my cold heart. If only I could show you what true efforts are. I’d hold your face close to mine and attack you with my own lips, I’d make sure to make it so you’d know you are mine. I would taste you, and make you succumb to me, legs trembling and lips shivering. I know what it takes to make you squirm.