“What are you doing?! Oh god…”
Gabriel shudders and quickly lets his head hang low between his arms so Jack fucking Morrison wouldn’t see his face – wouldn’t see how he…
Jack groans. He fucking groans right against Gabriel’s taint, warm and intimate, and Gabriel can feel the vibration up into his heavy, filled balls. He bites his tongue in surprise, body jerking.
And then Jack is speaking – mumbling into Gabriel’s ass in midst of giving him more sloppy licks that get everything so wet, he imagines he can feel saliva dripping down.
His thighs shake. Jack groans again, his face mashed between Gabriel’s ass cheeks. He sounds like he’s fucking choking and Gabriel jerks again; tries to get away, face burning as he thinks about how he would have to explain that to the brass. Golden boy Morrison suffocated by…
Jack’s arms curl around his thighs and keep him from moving. A slurred “Wait wait whoa… don’t go” audible. The last sounds pathetic – wheezed out like a question.
Gabriel wants to bite something. To scratch something. His cock feels indecisive, half hard and bobbing, his belly is tickling. He is embarrassed and hot and Morrison is mashing his face back into his ass so hard that it ruts Gabriel forward and he nearly breaks his nose on the bed frame.
This time when Morrison sighs, he can understand it better.
“I goddamn love this ass. Oh my god…”
Gabriel’s toes curl and he growls because it is either that or whimper in mortification.
Morrison is starting to lick again and this time his cock gets the memo. Fills up fat and needy so fast his head spins.
He can’t believe the noises Morrison is making. Like he’s the one with a tongue up his ass – groaning against Gabriel’s spit wet skin. Gabriel presses his face into his stacked arms and bites his hand because it’s that or spontaneously combust.
He doesn’t dare to move an inch even though the muscles in his lower back are contracting again and again; trying to get him to… to move back. (He wants to…. he wants to rub his ass against Morrison’s perfect fucking face…)
Gabriel clenches his eyes shut tight against the thought.
Morrison is groping his thighs now – squeezing until it hurts and Gabriel has to harden his muscles against it.
Morrison – honest to fucking god – sobs. Pulls his head up from between Gabriel’s cheeks and sobs in a huge gulping breath before he presses his forehead against Gabriel’s ass. He rubs reverent hands across Gabriel’s thighs.
“I wanna die between them. Good god you need to crush my head between your thighs, Gabe. C’mon. C’mon you need to sit on my face.”
Gabriel jerks; white noise exploding in his head as he suddenly comes, embarrassing and hard – and probably kicking Morrison in the face in the process because when he comes to, Morrison is nursing a bleeding nose, but he’s still looking determined to… to…
“Dios mio…” Gabriel whispers helplessly.
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