fffuuuck…

“Did you have fun without me, my Gabriel?” Akande murmurs intimately against Reaper’s cheek, so easily blanketing his body.

Gabriel is stiff, nearly standing on his tip toes, a sub-vocal growl vibrating through his back. He is no longer used to getting mounted by another Alpha, and Akande smirks in indulgence.

“When the cat is gone, all the mice come out to play, isn’t that so?” He hunches his hips, dragging his cock through the clenching, nervous heat of Reaper’s body. He can feel the nanobots faintly humming around the thick shaft.

Gabriel scratches at the floor, mouth dropping open, showing off rows of sharp, jagged teeth. He never can quite keep his body’s composition up when Akande breeds him; he hadn’t been able when he’s been still new to this body, and it seems he hasn’t learned any better since.

He’s whining in the back of his throat, high and a bit pained; body clenching around the other Alpha, trying to force him out; then going lax the next moment: inviting him back in.

Gabriel’s submission is a constant war of differing opinions.

“You are so quiet, my Gabriel,” Doomfist rumbles, one large arm coming to curl around Gabriel’s chest, pulling him away from the ground until he’s scrabbling at it like a mutt, panicked and whimpering as he slowly gets impaled deeper on Akande’s cock – his own bobbing in the air, knot a tender swell at the base.

“You’ve been without a proper handling for too long, I fear. You’ve grown accustomed to doing whatever you wish.”

Akande sighs dramatically, rubbing his cheek against Gabriel’s in gentle affection, even as he jerks in deeper, gets him speared on all of his cock. Gabriel cries out, hands clamped around Akande’s thick forearm, holding on for dear life as his belly gets filled with cock.

“We need to get you re-accustomed to how things go around here, don’t you-”

He halts, lifts his head, listening to the splatter of liquid; and then the smell hits him, acrid and perfect; smoothing his ruffled feathers as he looks down, watching Reaper submissively pissing himself for him.

“Well now… isn’t that a nice beginning,” he purrs, cock pulsing within the other Alpha as Gabriel whimpers, horrified and turned on, lax in Doomfist’s grip as the strong stream tapers to a trickle that runs down his cock and the inside of his thighs.

He is kneeling in his own puddle of piss, cheeks a dull brick red; and Akande laughs as he starts fucking into the pliant Alpha body, sure that Gabriel has remembered his place for the moment.