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Give me all your Lovin'

"Stop doing that and let me brush your mane," You swat his head, causing his hat to fall down. He let out a chuckled as you comb his mane. His hair. That messy brown mop that you adored. McCree let out a slow whined as you continue to comb his hair.

From this position, you sat on the couch, legs spread as McCree sit on the floor, your legs are side by side to his arms. He had returned from a mission and his outfit was a mess. Everything was covered in soot. His serape and the rest of his outfit - that were clothes - were in the dryer, tumbling around and getting heat. His current look was a simple red flannel and pants.

"Can't sit still if yer doing that," He had earned another tug from your comb.

Once your done taming his mane, you set him free. In which he got up from his seat and stretched. You arranged your position as you lay down, your head rested at the edge of the couch. He then went straight into your arms as he nuzzled your neck.

"Are you a dog now?" You rubbed his back, slowly and gently.

His response was rubbing his face onto your neck.

"I take that as a yes," His arms had found waist, moving up and down. Instead of nuzzling, he had kiss your neck, the collarbone before moving upwards. Your jawline, cheek and lastly, your lips.

"Hey sugar," His breath fanned your face, eyes staring down at you. Love and adoration are all over his face.

"Hey honey," Your arms are around his shoulders, a small hint of lust twinkled in the corner of your eyes.

A smirked from him as he leaned down to steal your lips. He leaned back, causing you to lean forward. He was straddling you but you don't care. As long McCree is safe and sound, kissing you like it was the thing he need.

"Let's take it up a notch," McCree whispered. Now the eyes had changed. It was clouded with lust and the need to take you off from this outfit and to... somewhere his eyes could see.

"Mmmn, let's."

That's all the thing he needed to hear as he swept you off from the couch, still kissing you.

To the bedroom.

Doors closed with his hips.

Curtains covered

And let them begin their intercourse.

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aha. i should get more ideas