Soldier76/Reaper – titfuck; titworship – Gabriel fucks Jack’s tits.
Jack’s tits are different to how they’d been when they were younger and less used. Gabriel would even argue that they are more delicious now. There are a lot more scars that glisten intriguingly when he smears his wet tip across them. There’s also a lot more hair.
As Strike Commander, Jack has been so meticulous about everything; most of all himself. Having him beneath him, hair sticking up at odd angles, chin scruffy and pale eyes unfocused is… good. Gabriel likes it.
He definitely likes how Jack unselfconsciously brackets his pecs on both sides and then pushes them together, the meaty muscle creating a tight valley that Gabriel fucks into a bit sloppily with a low grunt.
Jack’s chest hair is coarse and abrasive against the velvety skin of his cock, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. Jack is looking down, staring at the cock slipping through the crease between his tits like it is some kind of godsend; then his brows crinkle and his gaze flicks up for a second.
“Do you have fucking scars on your dick, Reyes?”
Gabriel growls behind his mask, sharp talons striking out to grab at Jack’s thinning, grey hair. “Shut up.”
Jack snorts, back to eying Gabriel’s cock. He looks like he would like nothing more than to stick his tongue out and taste it some, but that’s not going to be happening any time soon. He’s not flexible enough anymore.
Still, he seems happy with watching Gabriel fuck his tits for the time being, keeping them nice and pressed together so Gabriel can watch his fill while he carefully fucks between them.
When it seems like Jack is not going to make any more smart remarks and is content sitting still for the moment, Gabriel lets go of the harsh grip he has on him, instead scratching the sharp tips of his claws with careful measure across the hard tiny points of his nipples; small and pale but still as sensitive as they’ve been when they were younger.
Jack arches, thin-lipped mouth going soft for the first time as it falls open, his belly trembling as he fights to stay still enough so Gabriel can keep fucking his tits – and won’t accidentally prick his nipples with the sharp claws.
“You can’t tell me there’s no one else that loves putting your tits through the wringer,” Gabriel purrs slowly, making sure he sounds as smug as he feels. “You’re old but in good shape, at least… Somebody has to like old whores.”
Now it is Jack’s turn to close up, face going tight and eyes slipping to the side while his pale face flushes dark pink.
“Shut up,” he murmurs. Gabriel laughs slow and delicious, like syrup dripping.
He lets his knees slide farther apart; gets himself closer to sitting down on Jack’s sternum; letting him feel his considerable weight without properly sitting down.
Jack’s face relaxes again. He stares at Gabriel’s cock; fat and substantial; the foreskin rolling back with every forwards thrust, exposing the shining crown of his dick. He looks pathetic enough that Gabriel rolls his eyes, hands slapping away Jack’s hands to squeeze his pecs together himself.
Jack immediately reaches for him now that his hands are free; one clamping across Gabriel’s dick to form a tighter tunnel; the other practically scratching his dick beneath the goddamn chin; looking like he’s close to cooing.
Gabriel flushes dark behind his mask, hips stuttering forward, ballsac dragging against Jack’s sternum.
Some things don’t change. Like Jack being in fucking love with his fucking cock.
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