Y E S consider it being after they’ve just had sex, and while McCree is spent Hanzo is still high strung
So McCree offers to help Hanzo relax with his fingers since his dick is done for the night. It will be such a mess while Jesse plays with his cum filled hole ♥♥
playing with swollen ruined holes is *finger kisses*
Was asked for farmer!Jesse rimming shy centaur!Gabriel!
Jesse’s farm is home to all kinds of critters – all of them rescued out of less-than-desirable circumstances.
They are, for the most part, unable to go back to freedom for one reason or another… or refuse to like Gabriel does.
He hasn’t outright stated his reasons; maybe there is a part of him that fears his old herd would not take him in again, or he might be captured once more to make pretty little hops in a circus or be the little ‘show stud’ for a wealthy lady.
Jesse is not entirely sure, but he’s left the door of the paddock open on many nights and never has Gabriel accepted it and left.
Gabriel is a good boy. One of his favorites, if Jesse is honest. A gorgeous centaur even despite the deep scars that mar his dark brown coat.
Even more gorgeous when he is being shy like now: arms stacked against the side of the barn and face hidden against them, while his hoofs dance restlessly left and right.
When Jesse touches his muscular rump with one big, warm hand, he flicks his tail once, sharp, catching the farmer on the cheek.
Jesse laughs at that even through a hiss of pain and rubs the stinging spot.
“Easy, now,” he croons, thumb rubbing back and forth across the glossy coat. Gabriel shudders once – a full body twitch that goes from the base of his tail all the way up to the back of his neck.
Jesse leans forward and nuzzles next to his hand, so close to his goal that Gabriel does another nervous side-step. When Jesse glances up he can just about see the brick red upper curve of his ear.
It is cute, really – because any other time, Gabriel fancies himself the boss of any other inhabitant of the farm, prancing and showing off his strong, gorgeous body on the wide plane that the farmer owns.
Now, though, he’s very quiet and very shy… just from the prospect of Jesse shoving his face between his muscular hind legs and giving his pretty asshole a good licking.
“You’re ridiculous,” Jesse drawls, big hand grabbing at the thick, glossy tail and shoving it out of the way until Gabriel lifts it himself, albeit almost reluctantly.
“Just do it,” the centaur murmurs. He sounds so sullen that Jesse snorts a laugh – and pretends like he isn’t fighting down the instinctual reaction to jump to the side because Gabriel is a little bastard and definitely would kick at him.
However, Gabriel does not seem to have noticed – he is too preoccupied with burying his face in his arms once more, probably feeling Jesse’s warm breath against the pouting, dark rim of his anus.
“There you go,” Jesse croons, voice pitched low and soothing, hands rubbing along the backs of Gabriel’s legs, smoothing down his already impeccable fur.
He doesn’t take his time admiring the sight – is quite sure he is on a timer here before Gabriel’s nerves leave him and he’ll kick out and run away – so he just gets his face in there and licks it.
It is silky soft and smooth against his tongue. Jesse presses closer, smelling nothing but the warm scent of Gabriel’s body. He can feel the fat muscle tremble beneath his tongue as he licks again, and again, and grabs at the backs of Gabriel’s legs like he would at a lover’s ass.
They’re out in the open, any of his charges could come trotting around the corner, but it is not like it is unheard or unseen of Jesse to tend to his lovely creatures and soothe them through some of their anxieties with his thick, sturdy body.
However, Gabriel has proven himself to be delightfully skittish when it comes to being seen in a compromising situation, and it amuses Jesse to no end, even if he would never say so openly.
He keeps his licks slow and leisurely, dragging the flat of his tongue all around the black rim until it is shiny with spit and Gabriel is making soft, punched out noises.
When he starts utilizing his hands, thumbs on either side of the pouty rim to pull it a bit apart and let him lick inside, however, he starts getting louder. More agitated.
One of his big hoofs stomps at the ground, muscles twitching in his powerful hind legs as he makes aborted, deep-chested sounds that grab Jesse directly by the balls.
He wishes he could properly reach between Gabriel’s legs and grab at his cock that would be no-doubt out of the sheath by now, but he is also loath to leave his place at Gabriel’s ass; warm and silky as it is.
He wonders, as he listens to Gabriel muffle his whines against his big, muscular arms, if he could make him come like this; with a little human tongue in that big, tasty centaur ass of his.
He wonders if Gabriel would do as he always does when Jesse makes love to him, and immediately trot away after he’s come; embarrassed and a bit petulant, pretending like he wasn’t the least bit interested in Jesse’s thick, hairy body.
@ the sweet person who just prompted me something over on Ko-Fi: currently commissions are not open; I posted the link in case someone wants to tip me.
However I also like the prompt so I will try to get something out for it later or tomorrow. Thank you very much 🙂
“What are you waiting for, kid?” Gabriel twists his hips at the waist sinuously, swerving his ass in a way that should be illegal. “Don’t got all day…”
It is enticing for sure – especially coupled with the spicy, warm Alpha smell permeating the air; thick enough that Jesse wants to follow it to the source and sniff and lick at the big man’s junk.
Gabriel looks back over his shoulder. The kid is not a kid anymore. Not really. Jesse is big, shoulders bulky and hips still boyishly slim. He’s hairy, too – especially under the arms where he is stupidly proud of it; and Gabriel’s belly does a slow, delicious flip when he watches him stand there, all bravado gone, hand’s on his dick as if to shield it.
Gabriel twists his hips again; sees how Jesse’s dark eyes follow the motion, his wide mouth dropping open to taste the pheromones in the air.
“Jesse,” he sing-songs with a smooth, coaxing voice, angles his knees farther apart. “Come here.”
Jesse jerks to life and follows the command obviously on autopilot. He is drilled to obey his commander’s voice, and Gabriel preens as he sees the flush on his cheeks.
The kid kneels behind him, big hands on Gabriel’s hips, and he can hear him breath out forcefully when he stretches cat-like and lowers his upper body down, arms outstretched before him.
Relaxed. Unconcerned about presenting like this to another Alpha. To feeling Jesse’s fat cock slide along his crack.
“Boss,” Jesse murmurs and shuffles closer; he gets his slim hips practically plastered against Gabriel’s ass, his hipbones sharp against him. Still needs to be fed some more, this one.
“You like this?” Gabriel asks, watching him over his shoulder. He can feel the wetness of Jesse’s dick; tacky and warm against his tailbone. Jesse nods wordlessly and swallows hard. Leans across Gabriel’s back and whines when he can’t blanket him like he is probably used to from Omegas and their generally smaller figures.
Instead, he curls his arms around Gabriel’s torso and holds on for dear life as he starts to jackrabbit against him; fucking the cleft of his ass.
It is not what he wants, exactly, but he still purrs for him. Gabriel knows when to use a treat instead of reprimands.
It is only when Jesse suddenly falters, his little whines taking on a decidedly desperate edge that Gabriel realizes maybe letting him rut like this hasn’t been a good idea after all.
Before he can buck him off and make him calm down, there is the hot splash of cum against the small of his back, Jesse fucking like a man much younger than he, biting at Gabriel’s shoulders and neck as he knots the fucking air like a pup.
“McCree,” Gabriel groans, forehead falling against the sheets, annoyed and still hot for a fuck, and quietly pleased with how much he has been able to rile Jesse up with so little.
Jesse just whimpers, and presses his hot, humiliated face between Gabriel’s shoulder blades.
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