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The Bear Glove was a notorious club for handsome and beautiful bigger man, also known as bears, to come and enjoy themselves for the evening—as well as their admirers. The club beats could be heard from outside the doors, the sides of the building adorned with LGBT and bear appreciation flags. It had signs that focused on welcoming all who were open minded. Hanzo only seen something so close to this like in the American movies, something like this would never exist in Japan.
God bless America.
Hanzo made nice to the pretty pink-haired bouncer at the door. Her arms were massive, and her green eyes were like sweet emeralds. “Oh, you are here on a strange night? Ivan will be pleased.” She spoke to Hanzo.
“I had someone invite me tonight.” He gave the large lady a small smile. “It is good to see you, Zarya.”
Zarya chuckled and smiled to herself. “Da, yes. You can go through, I know who you are.” She threw her thumb over her shoulder and allowed Hanzo to enter into the fray.
The club was pretty packed, with a few gay women, but mainly bottom cubs and daddy bears as the young Japanese business man would be overwhelmed with just how big Texas could get in this tiny bar.
The bartender was a husky male that leaned across the bar to flirt with the smaller man. "Hello little wolf, what can I get a sexy man like yourself?"
"I wanted to know if Jesse was here yet. He told me he was performing tonight." he spoke as he smirked, a dangerous glint in his dark eyes as he leaned across. "Also, ‘big fella’, not only am I a wolf…I'm a bear tamer." he glowered at the bar tending, a sense of his Alpha scent seeming to be focused on him—making him appear bigger than he actually was.
The barman nodded. "Oh—you mean Mr. Cowboy... He's a popular one. He pointed to the corner. “Through those doors... To the left. Can't miss the bull ride." The bartender shifted on the counter and then added a little, "Can I make you something t’ drink before yah go?"
"Sake." Hanzo spoke as he smirked. As the bartender tried to find his best sake, Hanzo could feel himself comically sweating as he was eyeing all the men around him. Was this heaven? There was a pregnant beta stroking his belly for a table to enjoy; a college cub dancing for a pack of big bears; and a group of men enjoying dancing and drinking over in the loud corner of the room.
The bartender gave Hanzo his drink, and pointed him in the way of the room with the ‘bull ride.’ The wolf was on the prowl and looking for a bear with a Texan accent.
Hanzo traveled to the lower levels of the club, the stairs were embellished with famous icons on the walls and lots of stickers, graffiti, and it was very welcoming in the atmosphere despite the venue. The particular room where Hanzo was headed there were a lot of the pups and cubs gathered, as well as fellow bears and admirers around a circle. The circle entrapped a large stage that featured rubber mats around a mechanical bull. The bull looked mean with faux horns and covered in a plush pink fabric. Clearly, it had been embellished by the staff and had “ride em’ cowboy” on the side in glitter. As minutes passed, a few men were trying to ride, but were failing as the guys and gals were laughing hysterically.
The announcer started up that it was time for the Cowboy, in to which the men started hooting and hollering and shouting: COWBOY! COWBOY! COWBOY!
A tall figured appeared from the corner of the room, adorned in a large cowboy hat and ass-less chaps; spurs at the heels of his cowboy boots while he glistened with a mix of glitter and sweat on his glorious wide hairy chest. Eyes would lead down to thick and tight tummy, stuck out ever so slightly, and a sizeable package tucked away nicely behind a tight thong, the cowboy tipping his hat as he began to mount the bull.
"That’s my cowboy." Hanzo was placed directly on the side of the ring as he aimed to have front row tickets to this show.
The DJ cut the music to the room and the switched it to the infamous song of “save a horse ride a cowboy” as all the men whooped and hollered as Hanzo was just content to watch and sip his sake. The music blared as Jesse rode the bull, it starting out slow at first; him holding the reigns and giving a show as his round ass was squished against the bull, his torso and abdomen slowly riding the mechanic creature while it sped up. Jesse was holding on with ease, his strong arms flexing as he was making a show of it. It certainly wasn’t like the 8 second rides you see on American television, it was more focused on the aesthetics of it all.
The bull operator slowed the bull to a complete stop as Jesse slowly stretched out completely on the mechanical beast. He reeled back and flexed his stomach outward, arms reaching the floor as his legs were still in the holsters on the side of the saddle. He was staring at Hanzo from the back of the bull, smirking as soon as he saw it was his favorite customer from the diner. He gave a wink, as his body slinked into the mats on his knees after slipping from the saddle. The crowd was hollering as he crawled like a sexy cat to the music, leaning up and giving Hanzo a small kiss on the lips and placing his hat on him. The cat calls began as they all shouted in cheers when the hat was placed on Hanzo’s head. Jesse was only giddy from that point on, dancing around the ring as he slowly would flirt; running his hands along his audience and flirting; rubbing some of the patron’s chests as they stuffed dollar bills into his tight thong.
Hanzo was sold—he had to have this man. The only way into a bear’s heart was food, money, and a challenge and since Jesse was on the clock the last two were out… so money it is. As he slapped down a twenty for the stocky cowboy.
Jesse flirted with some of the other men around the circle. His body dropped low at certain points of the remixed song, giving the boys a show as he made use of his ass-less chaps. The cowboy had smacked his own ass and winked at one of the audience members, getting a few more dollars from that part of the crowd. Another point in time he had scratched one of the men’s scruffy chins and pressed his own chest together, the crowd sticking dollars in his outfit. He rarely touched his audience, but only those who offered larger tips. With that in mind, he made his way back to his cowboy hat after he had gone the full circle, he had about a minute left in the song. He saw the stark twenty dollar bill that Hanzo Shimada had smacked down himself.
Oh, it was on now. Jesse, already having a crush on the man who laid down the twenty, got onto his knees and laid down on the side of the stage as he jerked Hanzo’s shirt forward and kissed him upside down. Jesse had hoisted the lower half of his body up by the knees and was touching himself slowly as his hands trailed down from his own chest to his knees as he was smooching his ‘patron’ multiple times. Many whoops and hollers following, Jesse pulled him down by the ear: “Meet me in twenty minutes in room ninteen.” He hoisted himself up, taking his hat back from Hanzo and yelling: “Watch this…!”
The cowboy pulled from Hanzo, and Jesse McCree was going to do what he was known for at The Bear Glove. Riding the bull.
Jesse hopped on and threw his one leg around the bull, he gave the operator a thumbs up.
The announcer blasted through the cheap microphone system: it's time for the bull ride, folks! Can the notorious cowboy ride it for the FULL EIGHT SECONDS once again!? Let’s hear some cheers!
The crowd cheered and whistled, but the announcer insisted.
“THAT’S NOT LOUD ENOUGH, CAN WE HEAR SOME SUPPORT FOR OUR BEAUTIFUL BEAR RIDING THE BULL?”
The crowd went wild, Hanzo giving his whistle with two fingers in his mouth. The bull slowed to a tip on the front as Jesse took the reins with his dominant hand, squeezing his thighs together and trying to relax his upper body. The faux bull knocked back, and then tipped forward again as it began to vigorously buck while the crowd counted down: “ONE. TWO. THREE.”
The bull began to vigorously throttle, Jesse using his weight to shift and balance against it as he allowed his free hand to balance. He made sure to squeeze his thighs tight as he could. The entire room teeming with excitement.
“FOUR. FIVE. SIX.”
The bull lurched forward and attempted to throw Jesse off, making an angry noise as Hanzo had his hands to his mouth in absolute terror and worry for the baby!
“SEVEN!”
Jesse squeezed his thighs tight as he could, he was white knuckling the reigns as he felt a sigh of relief after the vicious vibrating was getting to him.
“EIGHT!”
The bull pulled to a slow, and Jesse took his cowboy hat and pumped it into the air. The crowd went wild, throwing money down as they cheered for their favorite cowboy bear.
Jesse didn’t immediately get off, he had to sit for a second or two and dab his forehead as he slowly slid off the bull.
Goddamn, he was nauseous. This used to be a piece of cake for him. Hell, some nights he did it twice!
Jesse gathered a few of his bills, and was then ushered to the back as the announcer gave a call for the next show to start. He fumbled to the back, immediately kneeling before the toilet and vomiting straight into it.
A very large and tall man barreled through the few other employees as he shouted at the puking performer. "Jesse. What are you doing?! That is Hanzo Shimada!”
Between puking, Jesse glanced up and lazily said “Oh howdy to you too, Ivan. You know em’? Good. We got a bit of a thing goin’…”
Ivan’s jaw hit the floor when he heard that come out of Jesse McCree’s mouth.
***
Room 19
Jesse slipped into the room wearing what he did earlier, adjusting his cowboy hat back and walking to him holding his belt. He walked in, looking at Hanzo and smirking. “Glad to see to see you made it after all..." Jesse had removed his scent concealer, the smell of a thick and sweaty beta was heavy in the room.
"I can't believe you thought you could get away with my twenty there cowboy." Hanzo smirked as he gestured him over. His voice cut to a serious tone, his eyes set onto Jesse like a hungry animal staring at its prey. "You’re really fucking stupid. That was endangering your baby,… and yourself." There was a growl deep within his throat.
“Nevertheless, cowboy.” Hanzo motioned towards the table that had a liter bottle of water. "I want you to drink this for me.” His hand went to the hundred dollar bill on the table. "Do this and there is one hundred dollars for you, right here.”
Jesse stared and deadpanned. He knew he had to be careful with the baby, but this was also one of his last nights to perform on the mechanical bull. Biting his chapped lip nervously, he knew he was in trouble now. His brown irises gently glanced over to the bottle of water, giving a bit of a chuckle. He had been in this type of rodeo before.
Jesse slipped over to the table and gazed at the clear liter of water. ".... Ivan told me you didn't request anything special, suppose you pulled the wool over on his eyes." Jesse took bottle in hand, smirking. "All right...” He paused as he tried to configure his next sentence: “I think I know what you're getting at... Do you want me to stand for this? It's a little more comfortable with the full stomach..."
Hanzo’s brow quirked. "Please do." He was entranced as he watched the cowboy drink the water. “Will Ivan take you off the bull?” His eyes wandered to the male who seemed to be a natural at this—Hanzo attempting to not bite his lip or show a weakness.
Jesse paused a minute between gulps. ".... He just did, actually. He told me no more... I'm only going to be on the pole, be on the dance floor, minglin’… earnin’ mah keep." He tilted up the water, watching Hanzo's eyes travel down him. That’s when he decided to rub his own thick and hairy tummy for the effect Hanzo wanted. Jesse had over half the liter drank, his tummy expanding as he gulped it up like a beer at a keg party. Pausing for a breather, he ran his hands through his hair and adjusted his hat. After a moment of settling, those calloused hands cupped his stomach. "Mmm... Hanzo..." he tilted up the bottle, finishing the liter in record time. The tightness in his stomach was pleasing to him, he could feel it expanding slowly with the water and pushing him out. There was something really intimate about the whole thing: His crush, this beautiful man before him was watching him get heavy with water as his body glistened with sweat from the night of hard work.
Jesse was aimed to please. "Gimme 'nother Han.. That was nothin'." he grunted, feeling the water flooding his upper stomach as it was extending slowly and making his skin tight.
"I would love to but I'm all out... and it is best to start slow." Hanzo man was drooling as he groaned. His pants were becoming uncomfortable, shifting a little while his eyes ran down Jesse to drink up the whole image of the cowboy he wanted so badly. “May I…?” He almost begged—almost.
Jesse walked over slowly, a big stride to Hanzo as he allowed the man to touch his extended stomach that was growing outward by the minute. "If you go get me more water.... I'll drink more..." he tempted the male; rubbing his own stomach. He hissed as he felt those cool appendages slide along his hot skin.
"No, this is enough Jesse." Hanzo touched all over the man. His padded fingertips slipped to his dark nipples and began to circle—Hanzo pursed his lips as he was beginning to sip from the tall glass of handsome in front of him. The smaller Alpha even tempted to lean in, his lips beginning to caress the man’s neck bravely. Hanzo wasn’t used to sudden urges or abrasive attempts, his eyes roamed and he could feel himself lust after the man in front of him. Wanting to touch, wanting to taste, wanting to feel. Jesse didn’t seem to mind, but his attentive eyes scanned along the handsome facial features of the cowboy and looked for an ounce of regret, or something that told him to stop: he found no such emotion.
Jesse bit his lip, blushing as his stomach finally fully extended; the water from his gluttony finally finished the major part of the journey and made his tummy the tightest—almost 3 months pregnant. "Ahh... So full..." Jesse bit his lip, his toes curling as he could feel the hands moving along and worshiping him. Hell, he hadn’t had this much attention since…. Gabe.
Now was not the time to think about Gabe.
He pushed the thoughts into the back of his mind, seeing Hanzo eagerly eyeing his bloated form and wanting to touch. Jesse slid close between his legs and simply muttered with a smile across his face. “You may touch, gently.” He gave a chuckle in his throat, clearing it as he guided Hanzo’s hand to his stomach and helped the man rub. Jesse was proud to show off his spectacle.
Hanzo had a pink blush dust across his sharp cheekbones. “You look spectacular, Jesse.” His lips began to kiss along his stomach in adoration.
The cowboy couldn’t help another light laughter in his voice. "I dunno bout' spectacular...” He tilted Hanzo’s chin up and looked him in the eyes, giving him a bit of that good ol’ southern charm. “You gotta look in a mirror sometime, darlin.." Jesse’s thumb ran across his blushing cheek, then across his jawline as he studied the man carefully, soaking him in. "Yah really ought to... Awful handsome... Dare I say beautiful, if you don't mind me saying so?"
Hanzo’s heart was fluttering, but he knew not to give into the charms. He kept to his demeanor, and gave back a sly musing facial expression. "You’re handsome too." as he chuckled softly.
Hanzo leaned up and moved some tufts of hair around Jesse’s face. Without consent, he easily took the hat from his head and placed it on his own: sporting his own cowboy look with a small grin. "I cannot wait to see you thick and full of your pup, you will be a massive and gorgeous bear."
Jesse could only laugh now, he smelled the alcohol on Hanzo’s breathe and could only smile at the notion. There were only a few people in the world that could take his hat, and interestingly enough—this man was one of them.
Jesse replied to his comment, "kinda already there..." he placed Hanzo's hand on his stomach and guided the man in how to feel and pet his tummy. He added to the motion of taking his hat, "Cowboy hat look is good fer yah... So are you gonna give me your number this time... Or... Some way for me to contact you between the months?" he mused to the tipsy man, adjusting the hat on Hanzo's head. Jesse wondered if they were starting an actual relationship now, or just mindless flirting. If he had his number at least, he could always contact him and not be so… lonely.
"I'll give you much more than a simple number if you need." Hanzo retorted. There was a devilish smirk along his handsome face as he stroked his engorged belly and moaned softly. "I would love nothing more than to take you home and ravish your body. A wolf like me can be very greedy with his bears—especially a momma bear."
Jesse was red as a tomato at this point, the heat rising to his face in a flush. "How about we start with a phone number and work our way up.... Yah haven't even seen me out of an apron until tonight. I mean, yer seeing a lot more now." he couldn't help but laugh, his whole belly sloshing as he gave the cutest hiccup. Jesse covered his mouth and stroked his beard, trying to keep cool about it all.
"But I'm already in love." Hanzo teased him, as he placed his palm over his belly. His pants were extremely uncomfortable now. After his eyes scanned Jesse’s deep brown hues, his tight tan skin and his hands pressing to the surface. He couldn’t help but fall for the attractive bear of a man, he adored him since the minute he laid eyes on him. The hiccup made him muse to himself, causing a chuckle in his throat. "You’re adorable."
Jesse gazed into Hanzo’s deep eyes, he was flabbergasted at the comment. He wasn't in love himself, but he certainly was interested. He teased him, "Hanzo, yer drunk,” and decided to add another: "yer a hoot." Jesse heard the drag show about to start outside the room, the mainstage of the club blaring through the small slot in the bottom of the door. Jesse asked: ".... So did all you want me to do is drink water and rub my massive tummy all night, or did you want your lap dance?"
"I may be drunk—but it doesn't mean I can't appreciate a gorgeous man." Hanzo gave a handsome smile. "I would love a dance, but I also love to touch your tummy."
Jesse managed to pull himself from Hanzo as the smaller male made a whine. The cowboy clicked his tongue and wagged his finger. "You can do both..." His wide hips swayed in a taunting manner as he went to the small CD player in the wall and hit the country music button. The hardworking cowman usually had his cowboy hat on his head, but he chuckled when he saw it on Hanzo. ‘Right—doing this solo,’ he thought to himself.
Jesse flexed his arms and then began to walk to Hanzo in a sexy manner. His hips swayed, walking around the male as his hands placed along Hanzo’s shoulders and he ran those large palms along his face and arms. His hand ran along the tops of the other’s shoulders, he began to straddle Hanzo’s thigh. His groin that has been packed into the tiny thong was on Hanzo’s thigh, the meaty thighs of his own squeezed against Hanzo’s while he guided Hanzo’s hands to his stomach. Jesse teased and got up, turning his back to the man while he stretched his arms upward and showed off his strong back and ass-less chaps.
Hanzo bit his lip, having to take in the entire image of the attractive man. Fuck, he looked like one hot momma with a beard. Those eyes took in every detail. His thick beard, plump nipples, and hairy broad chest that lead down to arms of a hard worker. When Jesse rose from his thigh, his lip turned white from how hard he bit it. A grip on his own pants with his fist, the material bunched as Hanzo could feel his mind explode. The male taunting and stretching,… his eyes trailed upward to take in the muscular back and his chunky ass. Hanzo could imagine himself between those stout, long legs and he had to pull down on his face he was so pleased.
The best part was yet to come: Jesse’s body slipped to the ground as he stuck out his ass and his knees bent, using his cheeks to grind and move against Hanzo’s groin. He was basically forcing the man to dry hump him, feeling Hanzo’s erection in his pants while he let out a grunt.
“Enjoying yourself?” Jesse checked in.
“Yes, very much…” Hanzo felt as if he was gonna nose bleed.
Jesse guided Hanzo’s hands, an experienced eye could tell this was not Jesse McCree’s first rodeo.
Hanzo adored that bubble ass, and he smacked it and hummed in delight. The smaller man had been entranced by an American cowboy—he couldn’t keep his eyes off of him as he felt his tongue run across his lip.
Jesse’s slowly slipped to the ground and began to crawl to Hanzo like a sexy cat; he opened the man’s legs, his hands running along his thighs. Hanzo was so pleased, he chuckled and gave the man back his hat. “I think you have earned this back, cowman.”
“Thank ya kindly, darlin’.” Jesse nodded, tipping his hat between his legs. “But ol’ betsy need not see what I’m about to do…”
Jesse placed his hat on the table with the empty liter bottle and leaned in to breathe onto Hanzo’s neck, the man underneath him writhing while Jesse guided his buyer’s hands along his chest and helped him squeeze. Hanzo gave a moan of approval, squeezing Jesse’s chest and running his hands along his stomach once more while he gave small squeezes here or there to a small love handle on his sides.
“Still doing good, darlin’?” Jesse checked again, licking his own lips as he slowly stood and allowed Hanzo to feel of his thick thighs, his muscular legs, and he swayed under the man’s nimble touch.
"I am very much so Jesse." Hanzo paid special attention to Jesse’s love handles, giving a small squeeze and eyeing him up and down.
Jesse put Hanzo's legs together slowly as he slid over top of him, he was smooth in his motions for the clumsy cowboy. Dancing to the music, he grinded against Hanzo as the man’s hands felt of his chest and stomach. Jesse had bit his lip with the man started to grab his love handle above his hips. "mmm... You probably get these all the time, darlin... But never from someone like me...Am I right?” Jesse mused, wanting to tease him.
Hanzo reminisced of all the times he had women and men fall over backwards to give Mr. Shimada a lap dance. There were some that were impressive, but this was his first pregnant beta lap dance—and currently his favorite. This was no ordinary pregnant beta, this was Jesse McCree. "No…nothing as amazing as what I'm living right now." he moaned as he looked at the man before him.
Jesse smirked devilishly. Right Answer.
The large bear dropped to his knees and spread Hanzo’s legs apart. He added a bit of a soft tone, one of a careful nature: "I usually don't do this for anyone... But with how much you've helped me out...." he put his hands to Hanzo's pants, opening the fly slowly as he watched Hanzo’s reaction. ".... Do you want it?" he licked his own lips, wanting to make sure before he moved further.
"Jesse." he looked at the man reading him, he didn't want to tell him “no,” He wanted it so bad, a huge bear of a man sucking him off—it was a dream come true, but Hanzo also didn't want to pressure the man either. His throbbing cock felt restricted in his pants until it was slowly released, the clothed bulge like a huge knot between his legs. Jesse licked his lips, eyeing the feature show hungrily.
Jesse said in a sultry tone, “I’m offerin’ darlin’… willingly. You can say ‘no’ if you don’t want this,…”
Hanzo whined, nodding in approval as he watched the man with careful eyes. “Y-yes, Jesse. Please.” He begged, it was almost unheard of from the Alpha. Jesse slowly slipped Hanzo’s cock from the cloth and with his mouth wet, he found himself meeting Hanzo's member with his moist mouth, his lips enveloping his shaft as he was already down on the man and fully swallowing him.
Hanzo was a man who rarely touched himself—much less another man. As his breath hitched and he squirmed, the smaller male allowed Jesse to take hold of his member within his mouth. The warmth that came from his wet cavern was heavenly as he began to pant softly. The naughty thought of feeding that big bear more, making him thicker and fatter. Hanzo found himself in a no lose situation for a man he fell for at a run-down diner on the outskirts of Austin, Texas.
Jesse was moving his head up and down, sucking hard on the tip while his hands gripped Hanzo’s hips to steady him. The big bear was hungry, and he was ravenous for some Shimada cock. He took one hand away from the hip and held the swollen member as the warmth from his palm began to pull and tug the foreskin to the tip. Jesse was sucking hard on the head as he felt a pain in his mouth. He was sucking a bit too hard, and decided to take a little break. Jesse ran his large tongue along the slit of his cock and decided to tease Hanzo by rolling his balls around in his other hand. Those brown eyes gazed up at Hanzo, wanting to see his priceless reaction.
Hanzo was blushing like a schoolgirl as he threw his head back with a guttural moan when he used his tongue. "Oh! Jesse!” He barked as he was gently bucking for the man in his mouth. Hanzo’s stroked his thin beard, gritting his teeth. His nimble appendages slipped to Jesse’s hair as he began to grip the strands.
Jesse paused in the slit tickling and winked at him, using his hand to pump his foreskin deeply from the base to the tip. "I'll take good care of Hanzo... Don't you worry.... Papi will treat you good..." he leaned in and began to move his mouth up and down on Hanzo’s massive cock with great force. Swallowing his cock repeatedly, his chapped lips met with the base of his salty cock. He felt his own heat pooling in his stomach, but he felt Hanzo twitch, and he was preparing for his seed.
"oh, Jesse. Please treat me." Hanzo spoke softly, begging as he looked into his eyes as Jesse was bobbing up and down, he tugged on his luscious brown hair as he wanted nothing more than release. His expression begged for it, his stomach tightened and he could feel the heat growing and the need of the Alpha beckoning to be liberated.
Jesse's brows furrowed. He thought to himself that the businessman must be holding a lot back, he must have a lot of self-control. Jesse was working hard: He wanted to taste Hanzo, he had missed the physical connection with someone. He was so lonely, he just wanted to please the man in front of him. All those feelings? He could deal with later. For now, his goal was set to please Mr. Hanzo Shimada and taste his seed.
Hanzo gasped and he finally unloaded into Jesse’s mouth. It was sudden, his thighs violently shaking as his teeth gritted. His panting came quickly, almost breathlessly, as he gave a moan of relief. He was embarrassed to blow his load into Jesse's mouth—the amount of cum he shot past those pretty lips was massive.
Jesse opened his mouth, taking in the load as the salty taste sprung into his taste buds. He told himself this was for Hanzo, and he slowly began to gulp down his juices as the strings of white connected the top of his mouth and bottom of his mouth. His seed was in his mouth, the pleasing motion of making Hanzo release was enough to make Jesse moan in content. He cleaned up after wiping his lip on his arm; smirking up at the man as his hands began to pet Hanzo’s thighs. "Mmm... It's been awhile for you, hasn't it? That was pretty big,…”
"It’s been months Jesse.. I haven't had anyone else. I've only wanted you." he smiled as he stroked his hair. His thumb ran around the edges of Jesse’s sticky lips, cleaning up the man and leaning down to kiss his forehead adoringly. “You are e so beautiful, Jesse McCree."
"guess yah heard my last name, hm? Well, then, Mr. Hanzo Shimada, you are awfully easy on the eyes too.” Jesse gave that infamous giant grin. He wiped up his mouth, leaning on his knees and rubbing his bloated stomach. "Mmm... Hard to believe it's gonna be bigger than this, hm?" He mused; wishing now that he saved back some of that water to wash down the salty seed taste stuck in his mouth.
"Yes. But I'm very invested in watching you grow." Hanzo stroked his strong belly as he moved to massage the huge man’s shoulders. He was rubbing and smelling his neck—the thick scent of pregnant beta filling the air and an Alpha that was very aroused.
Jesse caught a laugh in his own throat: "invested is right... All the money you've given me is sitting in a jar at home for the baby. Let's just hope I'm not havin' twins, I'll fuckin’ scream." Jesse was rubbing his own stomach and leaning back on Hanzo. "it’s been a long day... How about you finally give me that number of yours and I'll upgrade to an international plan?" Jesse closed his eyes and enjoyed having a rest after his long day.
"No need to upgrade—Skype is free, Jesse." Hanzo smirked as he looked at the bear and allowed him a moment to relax. "I've never been this..." he paused as he couldn't find the words: in love? Happy? Relaxed? Overjoyed? Head over heels?
Hanzo decided to drop his though. "Regardless, if it is twins—I will help you afford the things you may require."
Jesse touched along Hanzo’s calf and tried to give loving and affectionate touches. "Okay, well... I'm gonna go get into some normal clothes... And then you... Wanna meet me outside... Or... Did you want to meet me later before you left for Japan?" Jesse was trying to hint at he wanted to see Hanzo again, but not try to seem too obvious.
"I want you to come to my place tonight. It will be my treat. It has on-hand room service and a king bed, along with a side room and a tub." He was holding out his hand to help the pregnant beta up. "Get dressed and meet me outside. It will be the black Cadillac—fifteen minutes." he said as he cleaned himself up and kissed Jesse on the cheek.
Jesse slowly stood with Hanzo’s help and took the Alpha by the jaw to tilt up his chin. He gave him a small kiss on the lips, smiling afterward. "I just sucked yer dick, Han, no need for formalities no more."
Hanzo was giddy, absolutely pleased. "I'll suck yours if you keep me around." He smacked Jesse's ass as he adjusted his hair and ran a hand through his long black lock. Jesse noticed a dazzling earring on his left ear.
"Goddamn he's handsome..." he mumbled to himself, blushing hard under the harsh light as Hanzo left the room. He watched his shorter figure, yet strong and unchallenged as the man walked with total confidence. Jesse could feel his heart flutter as he saw Hanzo strut around like a proud Alpha who housed Jesse’s scent.
Hanzo slipped out of the room as Jesse recounted his feelings. The small Alpha was handsome, strong, suave, charming—he was everything Jesse could never imagine having. The large bear ran a hand along his bloated stomach and thought about how different he was from him. Jesse was big, tall, and clumsy.
Then the thought of Gabe entered his head—would Gabe have approved of Hanzo? He stared down at his stomach tenderly and rubbed it. “Well, baby, what have we gotten ourselves into?”
***
Jesse McCree met Hanzo out front. He had gotten his money sorted for the night and was waiting with his gym bag. He checked his phone, seeing the time.
1:00am
Jesse grunted, rolling his eyes. “Goddamn it’s late.” He adjusted his cowboy hat. He donned an outfit of snug ripped jeans at the knee and his red plaid shirt with rolled sleeves. After spotting the Cadillac, he walked over and waved.
Hanzo got out of the car and opened the door for his momma bear. “Here, Jesse. You look very… appropriate.” He smiled wide, thinking of how cute Jesse is and how this man kept wanting to steal his heart.
Jesse held his gym bag, groaning. "Fuck, I feel like I'm not worthy of getting into a damn Cadillac..."
“Shush, I do not want to hear such talk from a beautiful man like yourself.” Hanzo ushered the driver to take the gym bag as he slipped into the back of the vehicle.
Jesse slid into his seat as Hanzo began to nurse a bottle of sake he had put down. Jesse put his arm around the back of the seat, tipping up his hat as he looked at Hanzo. "C’mere, handsome. I’ll cuddle yah.”
Hanzo blinked, but there was a warm smile as he slid his ass over to the cowman and relieved a sigh. The beta’s scent was heavy in the cabin, filling the alpha’s nostrils. "Jesse. You smell so good." he inhaled his scent as he nuzzled his neck. "I want to give you the world, if you would give me your time." he laid his hand on Jesse's full belly.
Jesse turned bright red at the romantic words. "Erm...Sure. I got as much time as anyone else. Oh, and can we stop by my place and let me pick up some clothes?" He was running his fingertips over Hanzo's shoulder, tucking some hair behind his ear. ".... Yer awful Purdy though. We can always skip the clothes.”
"No. You will come to my place and I'll have clothes brought for you. Do you like plaid?" Hanzo asked as he blushed at the genuine comment. "Thank you Jesse. You’re too kind. But I believe you should look in the mirror to see who is ‘purdy.’" He attempted to jest.
Jesse grunted; "I have, trust me." he rubbed his beard and held Hanzo close, smelling the musky, yet slightly citrus scent of the Alpha. Hanzo smelled of a musky book, or a citrus tea, or maybe a flower. He couldn’t pin down right with all of the scents from the club going through his nose and his salty seed—but he did enjoy whatever scent Hanzo was letting off. "Brought to me? I'll take any clothes you give me... Hell, I'll wear a paper bag."
"Do not worry it won’t be paper, my sweet momma bear.” He teased, patting Jesse’s belly as the couple drove to Hanzo’s penthouse suit.