[ he does paint a pretty picture, pale skin and straining against his underwear. mccree hums against his neck when he feels abel speak as he's undoing the knot on his toga. once he gets it open, it falls apart fairly easily, exposing tanned skin and the hair on his chest - and it is evident that mccree did not wear underwear with his. the notable thing about his cock is that it's thick, even only half hard like it is now, and that he doesn't believe in manscaping, considering the thick thatch of hair at the base of it.
the question about what abel can do for him is one that does get him thinking, because while he's easy that won't help him here. so he presses another kiss to his collarbone, but pulls back a little, reaching his human hand up to press at his bottom lip. ]
How do you feel about sucking me off?
[ he gives him the space to turn it down, but it's not a surprise that's his first question, when abel put on such an impressive show to begin with. as he asks it, he lowers his other hand to cup abel through his underwear, squeezing him. ]
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the question about what abel can do for him is one that does get him thinking, because while he's easy that won't help him here. so he presses another kiss to his collarbone, but pulls back a little, reaching his human hand up to press at his bottom lip. ]
How do you feel about sucking me off?
[ he gives him the space to turn it down, but it's not a surprise that's his first question, when abel put on such an impressive show to begin with. as he asks it, he lowers his other hand to cup abel through his underwear, squeezing him. ]