:3 @ikkanoodles wanted Reyes getting WoofCree dick and I could never say no to that. Never.

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“Jesse~”

There is no outward sign to Jesse having heard him, other than the lazy twitch of his ear. He is stretched out on Gabriel’s bed, the lanky form of his furry body barely able to comfortable fold itself in on the mattress – but McCree had been determined and Reyes had to give him that: the boy went to hilarious lengths to enjoy a nice siesta.

“Jesse…” he tries again, voice pitched lower. He attempts to sit at the foot of the bed, but ultimately has to grab Jesse’s large paws and pull them across his lap. Jesse stops breathing for a second – he notices how the large barrel chest stops moving – and then resumes as if nothing is amiss.

What a con artist.

“As I recall you got your own room with your own bed,” Gabriel says slowly, his large hand cupping the underside of one paw. He can feel the warm, naked skin of Jesse’s pads against his palm; smooth and sensitive and, when he starts tracing the outline of one, and Jesse’s leg twitches, ticklish.

“I don’t think you need to keep crawling in here like a puppy looking for its Mom.”

At that, Jesse finally stops pretending to be asleep. His head lifts, snout tilting towards his chest to better look at his Commanding Officer, brown eyes large and deliberately sad.

And the thing is – Gabriel knows this; gets almost nauseous at how blatant and bad Jesse is at manipulating others, but it still… works.

Reyes scowls, if only at himself and lifts the two huge paws, pressing a slow kiss against the tips of Jesse’s toes.

“At least put somethin’ on next time. Can’t have you walkin’ round here naked,” he mumbles against the warm skin of one paw pad, eyes trailing and lingering on the nice, furry sheath and the big furry balls beneath.

“Shit, kid…”

Jesse huffs and Reyes glances up into his face. He is sporting a roguish grin, sharp teeth glinting intimidatingly in the light of the room.

Reyes grins back.

.o.

Jesse holds almost comically still when Gabriel carefully grabs his sheath. His tail is the only moving thing; practically wagging in slow motion as if he can’t contain how giddy he feels, because his Commander has agreed to… play with him.

“You got a pretty dick, don’tcha?” Gabriel rumbles. He can feel it swell beneath his palm, the loose skin stretching from the werewolf’s eager cock hidden underneath. “Why don’t you show it to me? Mutt…”

He says it like an endearment. When his hand moves, sliding down and cupping the warm swell of Jesse’s balls, the strong legs immediately shift to accommodate him, spreading apart and showing everything off.

Jesse is as shameless as he is trusting, mouth open and tongue lolling out of the side as he lets himself get felt up by his Commanding Officer. He rumbles when he feels Reyes squeeze his testicles, testing how much firmer they were when compared to a human’s; how big and warm they felt, ready… ripe…

Gabriel hums low in his throat, he is vaguely aware of the work still piled on his desk, but when presented with Jesse needy and wanting, he can’t help but indulge the kid.

He leans down and presses a kiss against the soft silky opening of Jesse’s sheath, hand rubbing along it’s length firmly and almost negligent, urging the thick swell he can feel underneath the thin skin to move.

Jesse grunts, eyes starting to slit in pleasure, slim hips trying to flex off the mattress and pump into Gabriel’s massaging hand.

“You wanna fuck, boy?” he asks, voice throaty, eyes glinting when he glances up towards Jesse. His hand is moving with purpose, sliding along the furry sheath, jerking the sturdy cock underneath off with the easy slide of the skin along the sensitive, wet surface.

Jesse whines pitifully, legs kicking meekly into the air: all that power contained and unsure because he doesn’t want to hurt Gabriel.

Reyes grins broad and sharp; he can feel his face heating in a dull, eager flush and his cock pressing painfully against his pants.

“Yeah. I got somethin’ special planned for you, kid. Bet you’ll love that.”

.o.

Jesse’s tongue is a menace. Gabriel tries to hold him back, but there is no chance to do so once Jesse has gotten a whiff of the pre-cum gathered beneath his foreskin. All he can do is hold on to the huge head, curled almost into himself as Jesse’s hot breath whuffs against his crotch.

His long tongue is out and eager; tacky wet as it drags along Gabriel’s cock, focusing on the sensitive head to try and push beneath the loose, silky skin.

Jesse wants to get more of the delicious salty taste and he is so very determined to get at it – gentle but persistent – while Gabriel’s legs shake dangerously, pants still awkwardly around his knees, Jesse’s fur tickling against his naked chest.

He is hyper aware of his anus, clenching in need whenever Jesse manages to let his tongue catch against the swollen tip of his cock. This is not what he had planned – what he is still determined to do – but he just can’t bring himself to push the werewolf’s head away.

His hands are fisted in the shaggy fur just behind Jesse’s big, soft ears, hips jerking, not quite fucking into the sharp, teeth filled maw, but close to it, whining pathetically in the back of his throat as Jesse works him over; as tenacious in this as he never was in training.

It’s only when he starts nudging farther down and back, trying to snuffle between Gabriel’s thighs, dripping tongue bathing his balls and trying to reach his hole, that he finally starts pushing against him, cock bouncing awkwardly in front of his belly.

“Back now,” he growls, voice shot, cheeks burning. “Got other things planned for you, kid.”

Jesse’s cock is out and delicious; so long and thick that Gabriel wonders whether he’ll be able to literally feel him in his belly. Whether Jesse’s watery dog cum will fill him up until he’s hot and full to bursting.

The thought makes him almost sway on his feet, need shooting through his belly, toes curling against the cool ground of his quarters. He wants it so bad he starts drooling, Adam’s Apple bobbing frantically as he tries to stymie the sudden flood, head filled with the thoughts of filling himself, having that large, warm doggy cock just for his amusement…

Jesse whines when Reyes climbs atop him, straddling his slim hips, the fur of his long legs tickling against Gabriel’s back.

Gabriel can just stare for a few long, drawn out moments when their cocks line up; his own, dark and sturdy, a good thickness that the kid had profited from more than once – and then Jesse’s goddamn dog cock, longer and dark red, hundreds of delicate little veins trailing beneath the slick-shiny skin and up towards the tapering tip… and thick – bulky – around the middle.

“Yeah. Yeah, you got a real pretty cock,” he murmurs, blunt fingertips trailing along the fat middle, watching how first the almost slimy cock flexes, and then the rest of the werewolf, squirming beneath him, Jesse whining pathetically, his long feet crossing awkwardly in the air behind Reyes, because he has no idea what to do with himself – not when his Commanding Officer is inspecting his cock and looks goddamn starved for it, holding him down with nothing more than the thick thighs clamped around Jesse’s abdomen…

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Reyes face looks a little scary when he takes cock. Jesse knows that – or… maybe he doesn’t. It is hard to think properly in this form, and even harder when his cock is being shoved – crammed – into a space that feels to be way too small for the endeavour.

Reyes face is hovering above him, eyes clenched shut, eyebrows furrowed, mouth a thin, strict line whose sight alone makes Jesse want to stand at attention and salute. He’s been trained to a T by this man, and goddamn if that doesn’t make him want to follow his every command with submissive, doggish delight.

Still, standing still as he had been advised, proved that much harder when Reyes was so very determined to take his cock, inching back and forth and growling to himself in impatience when he can’t get it like he has obviously put into his head.

There is sweat glistening on his forehead, and Jesse wants to lean forward and lick at it, but he feels like Reyes might do something not fun to him when he disobeys his order, so he stays and whines pitifully because holy shit Reyes has just managed to slide a little farther down and the heat of his body is making him go nearly cross-eyed.

Reyes’ insides are soft and strangely comforting, hugging him and holding him warm and slick as Gabriel tries to take more of him.

When he finally bottoms out, they both don’t realize it has actually happened for the longest time.

Jesse’s tail wags cautiously when Reyes lifts his face and stares at him, mouth open and so soft and… and inviting looking, that Jesse can’t help but lean farther in, tongue gentle and loving as he first drags it across the unresponsive mouth once, then twice, then slips it inside because he just feels so much in that moment and Reyes is here and lets him, and his body is cushioning him so well…

“Goddamn,” Gabriel suddenly gasps, brain obviously rebooting with a kickstart. He jerks his head back just to be able to breathe, back arching, insides squeezing and Jesse whines again because there is nothing else he can do – nothing but lie there and take it while his Commander slowly, carefully sits up, his broad palms splayed against Jesse’s chest, bracing himself as he tries to righten himself while stuffed to what could only be the brim with Jesse’s eager, drooling cock.

He doesn’t bounce on him. Instead, he moves like he’s hurting: slow and careful rocking motions of his hips dragging Jesse’s cock along his soft inner walls in agonizing, small rubs.

When Jesse looks for it, he can see it, too; the slight bulge at the front of Reyes’ hard belly moving subtly. His cock. His cock filling Commander Reyes so thoroughly that the human has gone utterly silent with pleasure, mouth hanging open, taking in deep, gasping breaths and nothing more.

The loudest sound is the squelching of their bodies: the generous amount of pre-cum that Jesse produced getting forced out next to his cock with every new, small rocking motion, to slick down his sheath and get it tacky, then pool around his hurting balls.

And damn does he want to fuck right now; wants to mount Reyes and give it to him, rabbit fucking his big, juicy doggy cock into that lovely hole and make the strict, no-nonsense Commander howl with it.

He wants to fuck him into the mattress and through the goddamn floor, ranging above him and holding him down; wants the whole base to hear him as he’s getting stuffed good and proper, gets the dick he’s always lusting after and not letting himself actually have.

He wants everybody to know that Reyes is his

– and that he is Reyes’…

He doesn’t do any of these things, though. He knows he will never do them. He will never, unless Reyes commands him to do it, because Jesse is helplessly addicted to following orders and even if his cock aches staring at Reyes in the showers, in the hangar, in the briefing rooms… everywhere…

He would not – could not – do anything without the permission.

How sad he was.

The Deadlock rebell. How proud he had been to be part of that group; to not have to listen to anybody, thankyouverymuch; and how eager he was now to follow this particular man, willingly laying down and letting himself get used, feeling his balls throb and his cock flex inside that snug, warm body and knowing he’ll not be able to come… not without Reyes’ orders.

He’ll not get to shoot his load, to fill his Commander up to bursting, until he’s had the permission – until Reyes had his fill on his drooling, fat dog cock – and Jesse wouldn’t have it any other way.