Jesse pulled Hanzo into a kiss once again but this one was different.
This on was rough, passionate even.
The cowboy bit at Hanzo's bottom lip asking permission to explore his mouth to which he obliged.
His tongue mingled with Hanzo's, softly at first but became more hungry as time progressed.
Hanzo broke free for air but Jesse continued to nip and suck at his jawline and made his way down to his neck.
The archer let out a moan,
"You act like a hungry animal, please slow down…"
Another moan escaped his lips.
"I don't think that's possible now that I've got you lookin' like this."
Jesse moved his hands up to Hanzo's body, using one to remove the silky kimono covering his shoulder and using the other to untie Hanzo's hair. He let the ribbon fall to the ground and ran his fingers through his hair only to gently grab him by the back of the neck to pull him closer.
His hands softly combed through the mans hair, letting the silky locks slip through his finger tips only to grasp the roots firmly.
Hanzo's hands made their way up to Jesse's chest-plate. It was warm from the body heat radiating from underneath and that made it oddly comforting. He allowed himself to relax. Jesse noticed this and removed his mouth from his, letting his hands slid from around Hanzo's neck to his waist.
Still pressed against the edge of the table Hanzo opened his eyes, his cheeks still pink and his eyes filled with need.
"I don't think I ever seen ya lookin' like this. I gotta say, it's mighty cute."
"Please do not toy with me. I wish to continue."
Jesse smirked.
"If ya say so"
He lifted Hanzo up and turned around.
"Ya got a preference to either the bed or the couch?"
"A bed has more room"
"Bed it is then…"
Jess walked down the hallway to a door and opened it, instead he found the closet.
"Mind tellin' me where the bed is?"
Hanzo shook himself free of the cowboys grip.
"You are absolutely useless when drunk, you understand that right?"
He walked not 10 feet to the door on the opposite side of the hallway and opened it motioning his hand toward the bed and cocking his eyebrow.
Jesse walked to him and peered his head inside of the room, then looked to Hanzo.
"That ain't very nice to say ya know. I'm good at plenty."
"I have a hard time believing so."
"Shall I show you?"
Hanzo furrowed his brow and grabbed the cowboys hand and led him to the bed. He sat down and looked up, he cheeks flushed once again.
"Yes."
Jesse slowly reached out towards Hanzo's shoulders and bent towards him placing a soft kiss on his lips. He took a step back and removed his serape, then started undoing the clasps on his chest plate.
"Take off those metal shoes of yours, you don't look like one who wants shoes on the bed."
"You would be correct, and I expect you to remove yours as well."
Jesse looked down at his dust covered boots and bent down to remove them, almost falling over. He grabbed onto the nightstand to regain his balance and half kicked both of them off.
"Better?"
Hanzo looked at him up and down, his shirt clung to his chest tightly, emphasizing the lines of each of his muscles. The sleeves were rolled to just above the elbow and the dim table lamp light reflected off of his metallic arm. His eyes wandered lower to see that his jeans still seemed to fit tighter than they should near his groin. Hanzo felt his own pants grow more constricting.
"Much."