“Ah… h… C-Commander-” Jesse grabs at the desk, sweat-wet palm sliding off against the slick surface. He tries again and again, and then settles on slamming his elbows onto the surface and grabbing his unruly hair, because the only other option is to grab at Gabriel’s head and… that isn’t really an option.
He’s pretty sure Gabriel will castrate him if he so much as pulls on the soft, rounded ears on top of his head.
So he is left to sit and rip at his own hair, hips trying and failing not to curve rhythmically upwards as the Commander is huddled beneath the large desk and purrs like a motorboat.
Jesse can’t see him, but he can feel him. Big shoulders keep his legs from snapping together as Gabriel plays with his junk, and the fact that he’s at the cat’s mercy is getting him hotter than it should. Especially when the slow, self-indulgent licking of his nuts shifts into Gabriel’s big hands with sharp claws cradling them to shift them more to his liking.
So the rough sandpaper tongue can more easily get at the sensitive little spot between his balls and his asshole, making Jesse gasp and whine for God’s sake because the knowledge of the Commander being this close to licking his asshole is frying his brain cells.
“Please,” he whispers. Gabriel does not react. He just keeps purring, the sound a deep vibration that has been rumbling through his balls for so long that they’re starting to go fucking numb.
When Gabriel licks, he can never determine whether he loves or hates it. The abrasive texture of his tongue is against everything his balls are used to; and he usually likes a soft, wet suckling – but when Gabriel is the one doing it, it is suddenly okay and very hot.
He winces when Gabriel starts to goddamn groom his ballsac, hair getting tugged until tears are springing to his eyes, but his cock does not seem to get the memo as it is hard and drooling and kept away from getting Gabriel’s ears tacky with an iron hand that pins it to Jesse’s belly.
Sometimes, Jesse likes to fantasize how it would be if Gabriel were one of those sweet kittens you could find… just about anywhere else. One of those that curl around you and purr like a sweet little… washing machine or some shit. Those that will present and lift their tail and make a ruckus until you deep dick them into the mattress.
He likes to think about how it’d be if Gabriel, built like a brick wall, presents for him. Lets him grab his deep black tail and hold it while he fucks him.
It’s difficult to get into the fantasy, however, when reality is just so vastly different. Gabriel is hot, but he’s mean and he’ll take no shit. He rumbles like that old, near-death truck Jesse used to drive when still in Deadlock, and he’s not presented even once.
Instead, he prefers to sweetly torture Jesse’s nuts when he’s in the mood for some stress-relief. He’ll lick and nuzzle, both just hard enough to be this side of painful; and sometimes, he’ll-
Jesse jerks upright when he feels the hand holding his sac tighten around it. He slams his hands onto the table and ineffectually scratches with blunt fingernails at the surface while Gabriel threatens him with the points of his sharp claws.
“Gabriel…” he rasps. He tries to make it sound threatening, but it is difficult when you are the one with the claws at your balls.
Gabriel does not react one way or another. He just keeps doing his thing: he begins gently kneading Jesse’s sac as he nuzzles his nose into the sensitive fold of skin between them and the base of his dick.
Jesse does not have it in him to try and dissuade him from the whole thing. His stupid dick is still drooling and pulsing against Gabriel’s palm.
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