♘ kiss on the forehead ( ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )
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The metal of Jesse’s fingertips pressed along Hanzo’s hairline, brushing characteristic strands of hair out of the way of his forehead and exposing it fully as Jesse leant forward, pressing chapped lips against the worry lines of the other man’s brow. He held the position for a moment before he finally pulled away, dropping his gaze back down to Hanzo’s dark eyes, letting hair trail between fingers as he retracted his hand as well.
Then, Jesse snorted out a laugh, a devilish smirk crossing his own expression as he read the others- disbelief, mostly, was what he saw, and it was wonderful. In an amusing sort of way, that is. His grin grew, letting out another guffaw as he gave the other man a somewhat-hard slap on the back (accidentally so, but maybe a bit too rough, considering it was metal and plate and heavy), and then simply continued on his way, leaving the other man in his place. Jesse’s retreating figure tapped two fingers to the side brim of his hat, then flicked them away in a wave.
“Thought you’d be harder to distract.”
Jesse’s other hand, previously hidden by the fabric of his serape, lifted as well, giving the canister of alcohol (usually fastened to Hanzo’s belt) a little shake.