Reinhardt/Gabriel – shy anal slut; crushing – Reinhardt has met men like Gabriel before. Men that need it but don’t want to admit it.
Reinhardt can’t say he’s met a lot of men like Gabriel, but definitely enough to identify him exactly as what he is: too proud to ask for cock, but gagging for it anyway. He does not step out of Reinhardt’s overly touchy displays, for one. Stays and lets the older soldier slap his huge hand onto his back, keeping it there warm and heavy and grounding even though he scowls and tells him to cut it out.
He keeps close after cross division exercises, too, even though Reinhardt knows that they’re all very… ah… ripe smelling after a few hours in the gym. Gabriel will gravitate towards them without fail, standing close enough to feel their body heat, and to soak in how huge the members of the German special force are, even compared to him.
Reinhardt thinks that he probably likes to feel small for once. Maybe he would like to be held down, too. Kept put beneath Reinhardt’s huge bulk.
He watches the display for a little longer. Watches the blatant hunger in Gabriel’s face; how his lovely dark eyes become huge and lonely looking when he gets lost in his head while staring at the big Crusaders.
When he finally decides to act on it, Gabriel fights tooth and nail – which he suspected he might. It is not that he does not want it. He does, painfully so, cock hard and hot within minutes of them making out and Reinhardt leaning over him as he kisses him, making him tilt his head back and take what the Crusader gives him.
He does try to wrangle control back, though. He puffs himself up like a bird and becomes a bit aggressive in his nervousness. Claws at Reinhardt, hand too rough and businesslike as he paws at his crotch, trying to get at his cock.
But the second Reinhardt gathers his arms, folding them back to hold both his wrists captive in one large, warm hand, the fight bleeds out of Gabriel. It is like he’s waited for this. Just the smallest excuse to allow himself to submit without feeling like he did it on his own terms. Which is alright. Reinhardt can work with that.
“Brav,” he rumbles. “Dreh dich um. Ich geb dir was du brauchst. Hab keine Angst. Alles gut…” He urges Gabriel into position, rumbling soothing nonsense. He knows that the young soldier has no idea what he’s saying, but the tone of voice does it anyway. His eyes become glassy and soft as he follows sluggishly along with Gabriel’s gentle nudges.
He hides his face in his arms, the sweet thing, when Reinhardt crawls over him; but his hole is well-trained and responsive. Opening up beautifully beneath Reinhardt’s questing fingers.
Oh, this one has been playing with himself. Has he been squirrelling a toy away somewhere? Locked himself in the showers in the middle of the night to fuck himself on it? Fantasizing about those big German Crusaders filling his belly with cock?
Reinhardt watches him as he slowly pushes in, one large hand on the back of his shoulder, pressing him down. Gabriel’s ears are dark red. He pants quick and shallow, like he’s on the verge of hyperventilating; but when Reinhardt glances at his face, his mouth his open, lips wet and plump. He looks like he’s in heaven just from the tip of Reinhardt’s cock spreading him open.
He goes with instinct, then, and carefully lies down on Gabriel’s back. Makes him feel his massive weight press him down into the mattress while his cock slides in deeper slowly and inexorably. Gabriel makes a high sound that whistles weakly, then neatly arches his ass up into Reinhardt filling him, his back curving into a pretty little cup as he wordlessly urges him deeper, hole mouthing wet at him, insides squeezing down almost leisurely.
Originally, Reinhardt had planned to encourage Gabriel to seek out what he desires. Now, he feels selfish enough to just keep him for himself.
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