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Shit that’s really good, Genji says McCree can come watch if it will make Gabe feel more comfortable having his friend there. And when everything starts getting hot and heavy and Gabe gets really into it Jesse can offer up his dick ❤️

Commander Shimada is slowly chewing on a bubble gum. He’d much rather be puffing on a cigar – he stares at McCree balefully, who is sitting a few meters away, his cigarillo hanging all but forgotten in the corner of his mouth – but the smoke does not agree with his delicate machinery, unfortunately.

He narrows his eyes at Reyes’ scrunched-up face and leans back, arms crossing over his chest. He blows a bubble, then pops it obnoxiously, watching Gabriel’s posture get more withdrawn. He’s a big guy with broad shoulders and thick biceps, but he can make himself surprisingly small.

“So,” Genji finally mutters, scratching a hand idly through his beard, thumb tracing one of the scars cutting through it. “That’s a revelation.”

“Got a problem with it?” Gabriel asks, voice silky but poisonous. His dark eyes are glittering meanly at his Commander, and Genji has seen it often enough – usually before he unleashed his boys on a target – that he lifts his hands up, capitulating good naturedly.

McCree shifts where he is sitting. Genji glances at him briefly and sees how blotchy red his face has gotten, eyes staring a bit glassy at Reyes. He can almost smell McCree’s boner, and he is glad that he opted to furiously chew on his cigarillo instead of making a smart comment.

Wordlessly, Genji slides his pack of gums towards him, then turns back to Reyes who is looking decidedly murderous now, a thin sheen of sweat along his hair line. Gabriel is a quiet one; patient – but he doesn’t take ridicule well.

“You’re one of my best,” Genji says slowly, watching Reyes relax a bit, “it greatly limits my options for ops if I can’t put you where I need you any time I want.”

Gabriel’s skin darkens with a mild flush – reacting so sweetly to a bit of teasing -, and his dark eyes flick away from Genji’s amused, cool stare before he squares his jaw and looks straight back at him.

“Give me a day. I’ll… see that I-”

“No.”

Reyes flounders for a second, and Genji leans forward, a slow smile tugging on the corner of his mouth – one of those he knows look good, even after so many years.

“I’ll take care of it. You’re mine.” He flicks his eyes towards Jesse and croons: “You both are.”

They sit very silent, their big bodies so still he is sure his boys have stopped breathing. He looks back at Gabriel who has flushed even more fiercely, his large hands with long, sensual fingers carefully flexing on top of the table.

Genji can’t believe nobody’s ever indulged in him.

“McCree can be there,” he promises, not missing how the both of them shoot each other quick little glances, “if you want to, that is. Bet he’d love to hold your hands while I pull you on my cock.”

Gabriel jerks a bit like he’s touched something electric, and Jesse groans, throwing a hand up and over his eyes.

“Goddamnit, boss.”

Genji grins.

.o.

It turns out, Gabriel does want McCree to be there, and McCree does hold his hands – but it isn’t long until he’s fumbling at his fly, hectically pulling out his dick when Gabriel is mewling so sweetly just from a couple of his commander’s fingers.

He’s stretched out beautifully; all that bulky muscle on display, cock fat and swollen, lying in the crease of his thigh.

Reyes is watching him with glassy eyes, mouth open and panting as he shimmies his hips from side to side. Restless. Glancing at his Commander’s cock, big and hard and scarred like the rest of his human body, as Genji shuffles forward.

His hands are on Gabriel’s thighs, squeezing, savoring how thick the muscles are. He’s fucked a lot of people. A lot of people-

but he doesn’t think he’s ever had someone with as nice a figure as Gabriel. He is almost stupidly curvy, and Genji can’t get over how far he can wrap his big hands around his waist.

That shouldn’t be…

That shouldn’t be legal.

When he nudges in, Gabriel squirms more; his sensual lips are pressed into a tight line, face gone rigid.

He’s nervous.

“McCree. Do something,” Genji lazily commands, and McCree – busy with jerking himself to the sight of his friend – jumps to action and shuffles forward.

Genji watches as he nudges his ruddy cock against Reyes’ finely trimmed goatee, trying to breathe through the feeling of Gabriel’s silky hot insides clamped around the tip of his dick.

It doesn’t take long until Gabriel is distracted by Jesse’s antics; looking almost angry when he opens his mouth and laps clumsily at the ruddy fat head that’s getting his beard tacky. 

There’s something to say about enthusiasm, though.

He uses Reyes’ distraction to slip in to the hilt, eyes closing and fans kicking on as he savors the feeling of Gabriel’s twitching insides. He almost mistakes the high, breathy whine as one of his internal processes before he realizes it’s Gabriel – looking at him out of the corner of his eyes, mouth open and wet with the tip of Jesse’s cock hovering awkwardly in that humid, warm space as he struggles with the feeling of fullness.

“Like it?” Genji croons, hips rocking before Gabriel can answer, and laughing when it makes the other man scramble to grab at his sleek body armor as if trying to keep him still, only to stare at him, wordless and mesmerized when Genji keeps fucking him slow and deep.

Makes him feel the girth and weight of his cock.

He doesn’t think Gabriel will last long; but he has no qualms fucking him through his jittery little orgasm until he’s good for a second round.

By the looks of it, he will get a good show, too: McCree is just rude enough to demand Gabriel’s mouth back on his dick, his cheeks bright red from the show of his friend, and the Commander can’t say that it’s a hardship to watch Reyes’ clumsy, earnest attempts at sucking him off.

“We’ll just have to train more,” he murmurs as he fucks slow and patient, one hand curled around Gabriel’s balls, feeling already how tight and ripe they are; ready to shoot off. “Can’t have you go on my ops ill-prepared, after all…”