McReyes – Puppy Play; Training; Blow Job; Facial – It’s been a long day for Gabriel and Jesse and they just want to relax…
As disobedient as Jesse is outside their little games, as obedient he is when he’s got his collars and mittens on and is called “Mutt”.
It never fails to give Gabriel a jolt of unbridled, perverse joy at having Jesse sit and lie and roll over at just a small command. He’d never have figured that it would work so well on the rebellious man. That something as simple as a bit of kinky sex would get him glassy eyed and quiet, cock sitting up at attention just as much as the young man himself.
He knows that Jesse loves being a puppy. That he loves the simplicity of it; that he can show Gabriel what he wants and how he wants it without that ever-present shame burning in the background. A shame that he’s been taught by his previous masters that have been just as delighted by McCree’s seemingly inherent depravity but been intent on wielding that knowledge like a weapon. Ready to use it to keep Jesse down and in line.
They’ve used him up; used how much he *loves* cock and made sure he’d damn near hate himself for it. As a puppy, though… There’s nothing simpler than being a well-loved pup. He doesn’t have to think much, doesn’t have to make own decisions.
He only has to follow Gabriel’s precise orders… and while he’s had to get used to it, he’s learned to adore it. Enough so, that it only takes Gabriel helping him into his mittens to make him excited, tongue lolling and cock fattening.
“Alright,” Gabriel murmurs when he’s got the collar on him, successfully dodging every attempt of the puppy to nuzzle into him and make itself comfortable. Jesse looks at him with tired dark eyes. The day had been full of drills and little down time, and it shows.
“You be a good boy and sit at me feet until I am done working.” He’s not had him sit still for long as a puppy yet, but he does not mention it. He’s learned early on that Jesse does not react well to any kind of pressure. He likes playful training and treats if he’s done something right, and Gabriel is more than willing to adjust his teaching methods accordingly. Play time is not only for Jesse to relax, after all.
He grunts as he gingerly lowers himself into his chair. It’s been an exhausting day for him, too. Still, he has to work on a few reports before he can call it quits. Jesse is still sitting in the middle of the room, watching him with a kind of vacant, dreamy look until he snaps his fingers and points to the spot next to his heavy boots.
“Sit.”
Jesse crawls over. He’s filled out a lot these past months; he’s left the scrawny kid behind in favor of a tall, broad-shouldered young man, and when he moves, the muscles in his back shift deliciously. Distractingly.
He sits where Gabriel has indicated, and after a few moments, slowly hunkers down into a more comfortable position that lets him doze. Gabriel lets him do as he pleases, looking at him only a few more moments before turning towards his work.
The sooner he starts, the sooner he is done.
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“You remember how to do this, don’t you? It’s been a while…” Gabriel cards his fingers through Jesse’s hair. The pup has been dozing away and stares at him now blearily, obviously struggling to orient himself again.
His mouth opens and for a second Gabriel thinks he might talk, but then he just licks his lips and jawns until Gabriel can hear his jaw crack. He changes his grip and starts rubbing underneath his chin, thick fingers scratching at his beard.
“Up on the bed, Mutt.” Jesse perks up a bit at that. He crawls towards the bed slowly and laboriously as he struggles to regain the feeling in his limbs. Gabriel follows, hands already working at his belt. When Jesse is on the mattress, he immediately angles his hairy ass into the air, wagging it.
Gabriel snorts and clicks his tongue, kicking off his pants and sliding into a sitting position at the top of the bed.
“No, I thought of something else. Come here.”
He has to shield his cock with a hand from Jesse’s immediate and enthusiastic consent, other hand fisting in his thick hair to hold him away.
“Easy now. Slow.” He carefully lets go of Jesse’s hair and the pup’s eyes are fixed on his face as he leans down and carefully licks at the exposed tip just about peeking out above Gabriel’s fist.
“That’s it… that’s the ticket…” His nostrils flare as he sighs through them, eyes falling closed. He leans his head back, fist becoming more generous and sliding down; exposing more of his dick for Jesse’s greedy tongue.
“Just like I taught you,” he mumbles, free hand rubbing idle patterns into Jesse’s scalp. There’s something to be said about the simple eagerness of Jesse as a puppy. He uses too much spit and drools everywhere, but he’s so in love with Gabriel’s cock that he can’t bring himself to reprimand him for the sloppy work.
He’d never be as calm and happily following his instincts if he were ‘human’.
Gabriel lets him lick his fill, his warm, slippery tongue zeroing in on the tip when he realizes that salty pre-cum is starting to ooze out, and every insistent swipe has the thick muscles in Gabriel’s thighs jump. He moves his hand slowly, jerking off as he stares at Jesse’s dreamy face. How slack it has gotten, focused on lapping at the fat cock offered to him and not needing to do anything but keep going, keep inhaling the thick musk Gabriel knows he’s sporting after a long, arduous day-
and when Gabriel grunts: “Now. Open up. Be a good pup-” he looks damn near ecstatic, eyelids fluttering, mouth open and tongue hanging out while Gabriel aims and shoots in thick, creamy ropes across his tongue and chin and nose.
oh God, right? sooner or later someone will find him deposited in some corner where another left him, gaping and dripping with ‘fuck here’ scrawled messily on his thigh with an arrow pointing to his loose hole ❤
He knows I have to go to work soon so he placed himself strategically to both keep me in view but also tell me through the distance that he is Not Pleased
Changed position but not direction :‘ ) I‘m under heavy disapproving scrutiny
He knows I have to go to work soon so he placed himself strategically to both keep me in view but also tell me through the distance that he is Not Pleased
McHanzo – Rimming; Ahegao; First Time; Creampie; Gaping – Jesse has fucked Hanzo into oblivion but is not quite done yet.
Those last few slow, self-indulgent thrusts before McCree came with a deep, rolling orgasm – almost like an afterthought – Hanzo was little more than a warm hole that happened to be living.
Jesse figures the archer has had his fun some two or three times by the sound of his groaning moans having piqued, hole squeezing down and rippling around his thick cock, and he’s probably not had the energy to do more than offer up his hole for McCree to finish off in.
Or, more likely, he’s not been interested enough in doing anything more than the bare minimum. Hanzo can be a bitch that way, but Jesse can’t bring himself to complain. Enthusiasm or no, Hanzo got a nice ass that feels like wet silk clinging to his dick, and he is flexible enough even in his advanced age that he does not mind Jesse arranging him around until his knees are nearly up to his ribs, splayed to the sides as the gunslinger is draped across his back and pressing – crushing – him into the bedding.
Jesse takes in a long, slightly stuttering breath when the white noise finally recedes, toes uncurling and the delicious ache in his balls vanishing as they, too, seem to relax after emptying themselves so thoroughly.
His cock is still slowly flexing when he carefully pulls back, but Hanzo does not seem to notice it. He just keeps lying there, unmoving, face slack.
He looks fucked stupid and Jesse smugly grins to himself as he sits up, metal hand on Hanzo’s ass, pushing the cheek to the side so he can watch his ruddy dick slip out of an equally flushed, raw looking hole. Well fucked.
It does not close up much, gaping lewdly and displaying the mess Jesse’s made of it, creamy cum slowly starting to ooze out.
Below, the swell of Hanzo’s balls is visible, cock not having been hard during that last round as Jesse managed to fuck a dry orgasm out of him (and hasn’t that been a nice ego boost?).
Jesse hums, metal thumb catching some of the spill and starting to rub his cum round and round Hanzo’s gaping rim. His other hand is circled around his cock, feeling how warm and sticky it is. He’s gingerly squeezing, testing whether he could maybe get it up again and use his own sloppy seconds, but he’s over sensitive to the point of pain and leaves it be.
A glance upward tells him Hanzo is still out of it. He doesn’t seem to mind that his soft dick is lying in a pitiful pool of his own cum, and Jesse is not about to carry around his heavy ass when he’s already played the pillow princess card.
He looks back down to where his thumb has slipped into Hanzo without him noticing. The metal can’t tell him how silky and wet and *loose* Hanzo is, but he knows anyway. It’s not the first time he had him spread out on his dick, after all.
Still… Jesse’s not quite satisfied yet. If Hanzo had been anything closer to lucid, he might have made him lick his ass (easy to coerce him into when he’s drunk on a few orgasms; Hanzo doesn’t mind rimming a hairy ass, then) but like this it’s too much hassle. Jesse looks at Hanzo’s cunt again; nice and fucked out, the only thing missing is Jesse’s dick to fuck it all frothy and make it a real mess, but oh well. Next time. Maybe he’ll bring a dildo.
He sidles farther down until he can lie on his belly. Hanzo might be too out of it for some rimming action, but he sure as hell isn’t.
Hanzo does a sudden full-body jerk when he drags his tongue unselfconsciously across the sloppy gape of his hole, and Jesse owlishly blinks up at how very much lucid he’s become in the blink of an eye.
“What are you doing?!” His face is slowly but surely getting a splotchy red that is pretty ungainly. It’s the kind of red he becomes when he’s embarrassed, and Jesse’s mind is racing while he slowly drawls: “‘M licking you out.”
“Why?” Hanzo bursts out, then closes his mouth with an audible snap when he realizes how foolish his question had been. Jesse blinks at him, then sticks out his tongue and licks him again obnoxiously slowly while holding his gaze. Hanzo flushes even darker. He looks like his head is going to explode or something before he suddenly lets himself fall back down, dragging a pillow close and over his head.
“You are a disgusting barbarian,” he groans, but he’s noticeably not pulling away. Jesse does not answer, brain working while his mouth is on auto pilot, slowly eating Hanzo out who honest to God starts whining into the bed like a little virgin.
How interesting… he’s never had a problem with rimming Jesse – after he’s been plied with a few orgasms or alcohol, that is. Does Mr. Shimada have a bit of a humiliation kink? Oh dear, oh dear.
Jesse quietly grins to himself, then uses both hands to spread Hanzo wide and stuff his face in there while Hanzo makes a weird, high-pitched sound and almost tries to crawl away. When Jesse lifts his head to get air, he’s almost a bit taken aback by what he can see of Hanzo’s face. It is only the lower half that is sticking out from beneath the pillow, but his lips are wet and plump, hair sticking to them as he’s panting quick and shallow. Already on the verge of having another dry orgasm, just from getting his pretty little cunt cleaned.
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