Anonymous said: “
What if Lúcio was actually packing some SERIOUS HEAT in his pants that no one expected since he’s so short. Then when Gabriel sees it for the first time his immediate gut response is just “Oh God I want that inside me”… but then Lúcio’s quite FIRM in bed and not letting him just ride that disco stick, since he doesn’t want Reaper accidentally hurting himself. Cue the most long, intense, gentle prep session and Gabe’s left whimpering in a daze because he didn’t know it could be like THAT.”
Yo. In case someone was wondering, I feel like this is an AU in the same time as the current OW but without OW?
Coming to the kid after work has become somewhat of an upsetting regular. Upsetting, because Gabriel liked it. He liked thinking about getting back to the airy loft after a day spent in the shop and getting hugged and squeezed by Lúcio no matter how loud he growled or how rudely he shoved him away after a couple of seconds of soaking in the affection.
He liked thinking about Lúcio having cooked something exotic and asking him to kneel and feeding him while his newest half-finished mixtape ran in the background.
He liked thinking about it because it made him calm when his coworkers drove him up a wall – and when he thought about it when he was alone in his flat (which was rare these days) or just sitting and breathing, he felt anxious and jittery and like everything spun too fast.
He’s had his phone in hand with the intention of breaking it off (quick and dirty with a stupid text message) more often than he liked to admit. He always put it away before he could type and went back to Lúcio anyway. The kid was a drug. He was… kind. He supposed that was the best word to describe him.
Kind.
Gabriel… liked him.
.o.
The realization that he hadn’t seen Lúcio naked even after weeks of them… playing? Being… together?… had only really hit him when he came home to the kid coming fresh out of the shower and with a towel around his hips.
Gabriel had not let anything show, but he’d been troubled with how downright pretty the brat was. The white of the fabric had only accentuated the warm, brown skin stretched across tight, pretty muscles.
And maybe he had followed the kid. Maybe he had followed him into his bedroom like a fucking puppy because he’d been plain curious.
In the end, he couldn’t say whether it had been a good idea because seeing Lúcio’s cock, if even just for a couple seconds, had opened up a whole new section of self-doubt.
Why was the kid holding himself back? Why hadn’t he even tried fucking Gabriel with what was one of the most gorgeous cocks he’d ever seen? Was Gabriel not his type after all? Was he just playin’?
Why was he not fucking him??
.o.
“Oh,” Lúcio said softly, blinking, fingers still on the handle of the bedroom door. After a second of just taking in the scene before him he starts beaming.
“Well aren’t you a pretty sight?” He comes closer, watching Gabriel naked and spread out, one big fist around his cock, slowly jerking off, face set into his usual grim scowl.
Lúcio found it endearing how someone could look pissed off while pleasuring himself.
“You’re so beautiful, all spread out like this…” He sits down on the edge of the bed and reaches out, fingers tracing the big muscles in Gabriel’s thighs. “Is that just for me?”
Gabriel’s face looks more pinched for a moment, dark eyes flitting away. “Yes,” he grits out, ill-tempered and grouchy. Lúcio can’t help but feel warm and fuzzy inside. Gabriel has never surprised him like this; offered up his wonderful body for Lúcio; showing off how pretty he was.
And maybe he said some of these things aloud because Gabriel turns his head to the side and bites his lip, hand squeezing his cock like he wants to strangle it.
He isn’t protesting, though.
“Did you want to show me how gorgeous you are?” Lúcio croons, his hand on Gabriel’s thigh now, just feeling how it flexes beneath his touch – watching him slowly move his fist. “You are a very handsome man… I’m very happy to have you all to myself-”
“Why aren’t you fuckin’ me, then?”
It breaks out of Gabriel all of a sudden, and both of them are quiet for a few seconds, staring at each other, stunned.
Gabriel takes his hand away from his cock and carefully flexes his hand like it hurts now. He’s not looking at Lúcio.
“What?”
“You heard me.”
So sullen again. Moping as he wants to curl up and turn on his side; a gentle touch to his hip stays him, and Lúcio wonders like so often if Gabriel even knows how good of a submissive he is; sweet and responsive to Lúcio’s every demand, even if he likes to make things difficult every once in a while.
“I just like pampering you.”
“So you don wanna fuck me?”
“I didn’t say that.”
Now he looks confused as well as hurt, and Lúcio crawls up on the bed, nudges between Gabriel’s thighs and rubs up and down the corded muscles.
“I want to go slow. I want to pamper my pretty boy until you’re a sweet, little mess for me. I want it to be something really special.” He watches Gabriel’s face go dark – not with anger but embarrassment. He notices how his cock is still gorgeous and big; flexing when Lúcio calls him ‘my pretty boy’.
He leans down and rubs his cheek against the warm cock, presses a suckling kiss to the tip. Gabriel groans low and wrecked.
“And I want you to really beg for it,” he admits against the coarse thatch of pubic hair, then starts tongueing the very base of Gabriel’s cock because he knows it drives him mad.
He lets him mull it over for a minute or two; busying himself with pressing suckling kisses against the soft skin of Gabriel’s testicles, before he finally sits up and pats at those wide, gorgeous hips.
“C’mon. Since you’re already naked… why don’t you show me the rest of your pretty body? Let me see what a good boy you are…”
And it is when Gabriel slowly curls fingers around the backs of his thighs that he murmurs “Yes, Sir” low and indistinct – like he hopes Lúcio will not hear it.
“Oh yeah?” Lúcio rasps, belly going hot with need, “That’s how it is? Little boy gets promised dick and suddenly he finds his manners?”
Gabriel screws his eyes shut and groans. It’s small and breathy but it’s there and it makes Lúcio feel on top of the world as he watches the other man pull up his legs, knees nearly at his chest, offering himself up on a fucking silver platter.
“I’ll need to keep that in mind, won’t I?” He lets his hands rub along the backs of Gabriel’s thick thighs, fingers dancing into the cleft of his ass just to watch him squirm and how his face becomes very soft and needy. “How greedy you are for cock. You miss getting fucked, pretty boy?”
Gabriel bites his lip again, but this time he can’t keep in the honest to god sob, eyes glassy and huge. He looks vulnerable with his knees up to his chin and his tender hole clenching shy and beneath Lúcio’s petting fingers. He looks like he’s going to start bawling any second now, and Lúcio feels like there’s more to this whole thing – just like there’s always more to everything concerning this man.
He wonders if it is one of the things he’ll be able to broach later on or if Gabriel will block him out.
“Maybe you want me to buy you some toys? Have you play with them for me? Show me how you like to get fucked so I know exactly how to treat my pet when I decide you have earned the real thing?”
Gabriel’s hips jerk at that; one powerful wave that has all those muscles flexing and clenching and Lúcio’s mouth run dry.
“Guess that is a ‘yes’,” he murmurs, fingers feeling clammy with excitement.
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