the result of the live-write :3 virgin!Gabriel acquainting himself with his prostate :’3

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Gabriel is putting such an effort into keeping quiet – finger moving slow and silky inside his desperately clutching hole, trying not to make it do these embarrassing squelching sounds he’s heard whenever he was watching porn – he can actually hear the rasp of Morrison’s facial hair when he drags one broad hand across his mouth.

“Dang. I mean – I can help you out?” Morrison’s voice cracks on the last word. He sounds stupidly boyish and Gabriel can just imagine his painfully blue eyes fixed on his ass, watching him do… it.

Gabriel clenches his eyes shut and turns his head to press his face into the crook of his arm. His mouth is open to drag in enough air and still he feels like there’s just not enough oxygen in the room.

“Sh-shut up, Morrison,” he rasps. It’s a weak comeback. Under normal circumstances he would have come up with something – anything – better than a weak pre-school retaliation, but his rim is clenching down on a single finger of his own and it feels weird and to make matters worse, goddamn Jack Goldenboy Morrison is sitting behind him on the bed and watching with rapt attention.

He can almost feel his gaze like a physical thing.

It is embarrassing.

Whenever he glances down his belly, past the heavy weight of his half-hard, confused dick, he can see him sitting there, watching, boxer briefs tenting and wet where the tip of his cock is trying so very hard to escape.

“I mean… it’s just an offer,” Jack says. He sounds strangled. Pained.

His face looks the part, too, when Gabriel turns his head enough to glance around himself. His lips are pressed into a severe line, thick eyebrows drawn in concentration. He almost looks like he does in their briefings – only that his cheeks were a deep red, hair tousled from wrestling off his shirt: the perfect, endearing farm boy.

As Gabriel watches, Jack finally reaches down and slips those big fingers underneath the elastic band of his shorts. A quick adjustment later has the tip of his cock out, only the very tip peeking out of the foreskin pink and wet, and probably getting the dark blond hair beneath his belly button tacky.

Gabriel quickly turns his head back around, wiping his wet mouth deliriously against his forearm as he starts up moving his finger again – slipping it into himself and feeling the silky walls of his insides.

It’s not uncomfortable – certainly not painful – yet he starts to wonder what the big deal is about.

“I could do that for you,” Jack offers again, voice shot. The bed dips as he moves a little closer. Before Gabriel can muster up anything to say, he feels a large hand closing around his wrist. Shocked, he lets him direct him: changing up his angle and telling him to crook his finger until his own knuckle is rubbing rudely into his silky, hot insides. Gabriel chokes on his spit when a little shiver of feeling darts up his spine, making him dip it down instinctively. Jack groans.

“That’s it. Just like that. Fuck you got the best ass ever. Goddamn fat, gorgeous ass. I would’ve been honestly surprised if you weren’t sensitive as fuck down here.”

Gabriel’s head spins. His ears feel stupidly hot – as hot as the little muscle suckling eagerly at his finger. He clenches down and sweat springs up along his hairline when he hears Jack’s fierce mumble: “Yeah. So sensitive. Look at that sweet cunt you have. Gripping like a goddamn vice -”

“L-language,” he croaks, toes curling in sympathy with his finger as he tries to find that little spot again – that perfect little place that he had only graced with a glancing touch.

He wonders dimly if anybody knew how dirty Morrison’s mouth actually was. Perfect little farmboy swearing like a sailor the second he got excited; his single minded intent shutting off any filters.

Morrison doesn’t react to the admonishment – rather he lets go of Gabriel’s wrist in order to put both hands on his ass cheeks, gripping the generous muscle hard enough that it makes Gabriel grunt and rock forward, shoulders hunching up towards his ears when Jack’s palms slide down towards the backs of his thighs.

“I love your body,” he sighs. It sounds like a prayer and Gabriel doesn’t know what to do when Morrison’s hands slide reverently from his thighs back to his ass, gripping the swell of his hips and pushing up the curve into his waist just to feel the difference. He’s kneeling with a finger up his ass, trying – and failing – to find that sweet spot, his balls warm and heavy against the pulse point in his wrist, and Morrison is starting to worship him.

Gabriel jerks when he feels something bristly against the swell of his ass and it takes him looking hectically back to realize it’s Morrison’s cheek which he rubs against him like a cat.

“Could spend hours admiring your ass, Reyes. And your thighs. Holy shit. I think brass would’ve gotten rid of those ridiculous tiny gym shorts if you hadn’t enrolled. Heads turning just because they ride up your big, juicy thighs until nothing is left to the imagination…”

Gabriel closes his eyes. He has bitten into the flesh of his arm without realizing, the pain dull and throbbing and welcome.

When Morrison leans over and starts peppering kisses against the pouty rim of his hole, tongue darting out to drag wet and squirming around his stagnant finger, he doesn’t protest the hand anymore that closes around his wrist and gently tugs it away.

“You did so well,” Jack murmurs, “but I’ll show you how it’s done, hm? Pretty little virgin was squirming so nicely for me, but -”

He interrupts himself before Gabriel can turn around and smack him in the head for his stupid babbling, toes curling and belly feeling tight from how Jack was talking about him. To him. He couldn’t even tell whether he liked it or not. Christ, he is a mess.

Jack is, despite his crooning, gentle words, anything but. Gabriel cries out, back arching down and ass involuntarily lifting into the abuse when two broad fingers push in, barely slicked with spit and rubbing greedily at his hot insides.

His hands are fisted into the sheets, shoulders drawn up high and hips indecisive after that first initial shock from the push – jittery as they hunch down and lift up in aborted motions, already faux fucking himself on Morrison’s broad, intrusive digits.

“There you go. Holy shit you take it like a champ, don’t you? You’re so silky and wet inside. Used so much lube… Your hole is glistening like a pretty mouth with lip gloss.”

Morrison’s hand is rubbing along his spine; he can feel it slide through the tacky sweat gathered there. The tenderness makes his lewd words even more jarring. Gabriel’s eyes are glazing over, his jaw hurting with the fierce clench.

“Shut. Up. God,” he grinds out, embarrassed from the mental images and trying not to show it.

Morrison slips in deeper; slow yet inexorable, forcing Gabriel’s body to spread and accommodate for him. He takes what he wants like a rude little boy and Gabriel realizes he is – literally – drooling for the treatment, mouth open and tongue almost hanging out. His balls feel ripe and swollen – just a little too tender; too ready to unload.

“Yeah. That’s it. You’re doing so well. Fucking yourself on my fingers. You love it, don’t you? Just need someone else to play with your pretty snatch. Show you how good it can feel. How to do it.”

There’s a fog in Gabriel’s head, and it makes it hard to understand. He’s a highly intelligent man and yet it surprises him – downright baffles – him to realize that yes he is fucking himself back, body rocking, knees sliding farther apart on the slick sheets. He’s grinding like an animal, on all fours, grunting with each filling he gets, and he wants to kick at Morrison and make him sorry for… for… whatever, but he can’t make himself move other than those little, fluid thrusts that are gaining momentum the more confidence he has.

“Yeah you love it,” Morrison mutters, answering his own question. He is still petting Gabriel’s spine; up and down motions that are a little frantic by now, and Gabriel can no longer tell whether it is still only his sweat or Morrison’s fingers have become clammy as well.

He lets his head hang down and stares between his thighs, seeing Morrison’s dick, trapped by the elastic of his underwear, nearly dipping inside his shallow belly button.

Gabriel’s mouth floods with saliva as he thinks about suckling at the tip; slipping his tongue into the velvety folds of foreskin and lick up the gathered pre-cum. He’s never felt it this strongly before; only idle passing thoughts about whether he would like sucking dick. Morrison’s dick. Whether he would like swallowing.

He’s never felt it this strongly; this overwhelming need to rub a thick cock against his tongue, feeling the drag and weight of it push into the back of his throat until he was drooling too much and couldn’t swallow it down anymore.

He’s never-

“How about we try this?”

Gabriel’s body jerks before he has the chance of understanding Jack’s low voice, a gurgling shout ripped from him – more of surprise than anything – when Morrison suddenly moves and crooks his fingers, pressing them perfectly and with delicious precision at that spot Gabriel had been searching for.

Tears spring up in his eyes, a drawn out sound – something like “hhhaaahhhhh” – wheezing out of him. There’s a cramp in his right calf and he wants to pay attention to it but Morrison his humming and pushing again, fingertips dragging in little circular motions against the spongy wall of Gabriel’s insides, massaging into the gland he has found.

“That’s it,” Morrison murmurs, fingers spreading, putting off the pressure in favor of just teasing him with glimpses of it – Gabriel’s body suddenly feeling overripe. Juicy. Ready. He feels almost delirious with want, and his cock has fattened out almost without him noticing. “I knew you’d be like that. So sensitive. Couldn’t be anything less with that gorgeous ass. God Gabriel, the things I wanna do to you.”

Gabriel angles his shoulders down, face mashing into the rumpled sheets of the bed, low shivers sliding through his body in waves that start at the very tip of his head and end in his toes.

He doesn’t know whether he is afraid or giddy.