Gabriel slows his thrusts from their punishing speed, mouth set in a strict line. His chest is expanding fiercely with each deep inhale, sweat pricking at his temples.

Jesse makes a small sound beneath him; weak; almost a kitten mewl as he stretches his head back, offering up his throat and the tender underside of his scruffy chin.

He’s gotten quieter and quieter while Gabriel had fucked him, cheeks growing hot, dark, faithful eyes glassy the deeper his Commanding Officer has pushed, cock nudging into those warm, snug, secret places Gabriel was pretty sure were just for him.

God, the kid felt good on his dick; so welcoming and silky, gripping his dick, taking the fat length with minimal fuss.

“You alright?” he murmurs, gruffly, one wide palm petting over Jesse’s hair and pushing it from his sweaty forehead. “You still good?”

He nudges his hips forward, cock flexing when the action makes Jesse gasp wetly. He sounds close to tears even though there is a trembling, jaunty grin just about visible on his face. He rubs his head against Gabriel’s hand.

“Sure,” he whispers, voice hoarse, his cock lying thick against the thick treasure trail beneath his belly button. Whenever Gabriel fucks into him, it bounces distractingly; he wants to suck it into his mouth and give Jesse’s cute dick something good to remember.

Jesse’s hands clumsily reach for his arms, the fingers trembling as they pat down the corded muscles and then curl around his thick wrists. Gabriel shifts his knees apart, bracing himself as Jesse starts tugging on him. He lets the kid play, curious what he wants from him, and frowns when Jesse puts his wide palms around his scrawny neck.

“The fuck?” he murmurs, thumbs rubbing a slow back and forth. “You want me to choke you?”

Jesse is still grinning. He looks delirious – drunk on cock. He shakes his head no, the flush slowly creeping across the back of his nose.

“No jus’… jus’ stay like that, okay?”

Gabriel grunts, confused but obeying, his thrusts slow and leisurely and liquid as he ruts into McCree. He ends up cradling Jesse’s jaw more than anything else, and can feel his sigh of relief against his fingertips.

“Daddy,” Jesse murmurs, long legs curling across his Commander’s hips, holding on for the ride.