Shy! (For prompt thing) thank you :)
“Hey sweetheart,” McCree murmurs, hugging Hanzo from behind and pressing a kiss to the side of his neck, “you’re just about the prettiest damn thing I’ve seen today.”
McCree grins, unseen, as Hanzo reacts as he always does: shoulders drawn up, face turning away to hide the rising pink in his cheeks, somehow looking both pleased and distressed by the simple compliment. McCree wouldn’t have guessed it at first--who would, when they saw just how proud and strong Hanzo carried himself?--but Hanzo is, quite possibly, the shyest thing in the universe when it’s just the two of them.
“Hello, Jesse,” says Hanzo, just the faintest bit strangled. McCree would worry about this reaction if he didn’t catch Hanzo smiling every single time, so, content in the knowledge that Hanzo enjoys his attentions, he kisses the skin under his lips again and takes all the joy he wants in knowing this side of Hanzo that nobody else does.
