“There you go… hold still… just like- that, yeah… a tiny bit more… bend your back, Schätzchen. Let me see your pretty hole. Show me where you want my cock.”
Gabriel hides his face in the crook of his arm, whining high as he follows Reinhardt’s voice and the gentle press of his large fingers against the small of his back. He curves his spine down, tailbone angling up towards the ceiling; ass cheeks spreading open a bit more.
His hole looks unbelievably soft. It’s gaping a little from the slow, long fingering, and now that Reinhardt has the tip of his cock pressing against it teasingly, it is practically mouthing at the wet glans.
“That’s it. Good boy. Would you look at that.”
“Daddy, please,” Gabriel wheezes out. He sounds like he’s on the verge of an asthma attack, high and reedy.
Sometimes Reinhardt wonders about Gabriel’s family life. He’s never asked him, of course. Still, he thinks Gabriel needs this a little too much, sometimes. He can get clingy and almost weepy with need, the large burly man sitting heavily on Reinhardt’s lap, needing some cuddling behind closed, secure doors.
“Ja,” he hums, looking down, watching himself drag the fat head of his cock along the plump, clenching rim, feeling it try to suckle at the very tip – the other hand thumbing at one cheek, pushing it to the side. “You’re a good boy. Just look how perfect you are like this…”
He carefully nudges his hips forward, the tip of his cock starting to slip inside, pressing Gabriel’s muscles apart slowly to make him feel the burn. Only seconds in, the other man is already groaning and moving his head from the crook of his arm in favor of stuffing his face into the unmade bed while grabbing hand fulls of the sheets.
He is rolling his body, the muscles in his impressive thighs tensing as he goes up onto the balls of his feet, lifting his ass into the burning sensation – and only making it worse with it as he makes himself take too much too fast.
“Easy now. Daddy got you. Papi hat dich, Schätzchen.”
Gabriel is a large man and still Reinhardt easily curls over him, one large hand between his shoulder blades to press him down mercilessly, the other at his hips, grounding him there as well: making him kneel back down properly so Reinhardt can control the slow slide of his cock.
He’ll not give him everything this first round. Gabriel is too keyed up and high-strung. He’ll wait until maybe the third orgasm – until Gabriel is come-dumb and pliant until he’ll fuck his sloppy hole.
He can see Gabriel’s muscles tensing as he tries to stem up – testing the sheer muscle force of Reinhardt, and smiles a little when the man starts to go boneless a second later, groaning and happy already.
“That’s it. Ohyeah. You’re a good boy for your Daddy.”
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