ikkanoodles:

my part of a lil trade with @cyberrat they know whats up they knoW

me humble part of The Forbidden PeePee™ trade. I love Ikku’s pics so much ffffff

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Jesse plants his hand on the back of Gabriel’s head to hold him down but before Gabriel can bare his teeth and growl in warning, the other Alpha hesitates, then quickly pulls it back again. He’s sweaty and hot behind him, cock nestled between Gabriel’s cheeks; and he sounds worked up enough as if he’d already fucked for hours instead of just nervously trying to find where he could and couldn’t put his hands.

He’s like a grabby little pup as he slowly, carefully feels Gabriel up, and Gabriel grunts and cushions his head on his arms; lets him go at it as long as he doesn’t try to be the ‘Head-Alpha’ again or whatever shit they called their boss in Deadlock.

His past seems so long gone; Jesse doesn’t even look the part anymore. He filled out something nice. Maybe a little too much even around the middle – his hairy belly softer than one would think with all the training he goes through, but Gabriel secretly really likes it. It is nice to feel him up when he wrestles him down and ruts against his ass – and now it is nice to feel press into the small of his back when McCree leans down and presses a strange, wet little suckling kiss against his shoulder blade.

It feels intimate enough to make Gabriel grunt and lift his head, glancing at Jesse over the swell of his shoulder. Jesse pulls back, mumbling something that probably is supposed to be an apology, but his face looks a little feverish above his scruffy beard, his eyes glassy.

He looks already really into all of this even though he’s not gotten his dick into Gabriel.

Gabriel feels strangely pleased at it.

“C’mon. Don’t got all day, kid. Got a few reports waiting for me.”

“Y…Yes, Sir,” he mumbles, huge hands first cupping Gabriel’s trim waist, then sliding farther down – mapping the swell of his hips to their widest point, blunt thumbs pressing into the tops of his ass; mapping out the grooves there, then sliding down and spreading his cheeks.

Gabriel hears McCree make a sound like a wounded animal, high and punched out and he knows he’s watching his own dick nestled between his commander’s asscheeks.

Gabriel smirks secretly and puts his head back down on his arms, waiting for Jesse to finally get on with it.

.o.

There’s no mistaking it when McCree finally ‘gets on with it’. There is no mistaking that.

Gabriel’s mouth falls open, tongue lolling out with another humping, fast thrust. McCree isn’t even properly pulling out – just fucks Gabriel on a couple inches of his dick, making his rim spread around the widest part just above his knot again and again until tears shoot into his eyes.

Gabriel bites his forearm, tamping down on the low grunts McCree fucks out of him – but he can’t help how he’s lifting his ass into it, braced on the balls of his feet, knees not even touching the ground anymore… and that Jesse has noticed that he can’t ignore. Those big hands have shifted, moved to the backs of his thighs, feeling up the rock hard muscle there as he keeps his hips up in the air. McCree whines like a pup. Every now and then it’s like he can’t help himself, body curling forward, his wet mouth wiping messy kisses against Gabriel’s skin, punctuating the suckling with pathetic mewls that go right through Gabriel’s belly and wrap around his dick.

He can’t believe how hot McCree has got him with his goddamn stupid puppy humping. He can’t believe McCree is even fucking like that still; looking like a goddamn brick house and still to the partner he’s mounting and barely letting Gabriel breathe while he got his meaty arms around his belly and chest, getting a frantic little grope of Gabriel’s pecs in as his hips piston. He feels surrounded by McCree. Like he can taste him on the air with his lolling tongue. Like he can taste his dick in the back of his throat because McCree got a juicy cock and he’s never even looked at it before.

“You… you likin’ it, boss?” He mumbles it right against Gabriel’s ear. He must be able to feel the heat radiating off of Gabriel’s blush. He doesn’t want to answer; maybe just growl and elbow him in the side, but instead he groans low and shifts his head in a way that could be interpreted as a nod – and Jesse sucks in air sharply, whispers “Shit yeah…” and suckles on the tip of Gabriel’s ear until he can manage to roll his shoulders and jostle him off because that’s… that’s… it’s just too much….

But of course Jesse would find ways to make him see his… erroneous ways.

.o.

Gabriel is not sure he even realized when Jesse came. He’s not sure Jesse even realized it. But there’s a goddamn mess dripping down to the floor and Jesse sounds like he’s about to keel over while he keeps rutting through it, frothing the loads he already deposited up and making the mess squelch loud and obscene enough for Gabriel to almost try and hide his face in his arms.

“No… no style,” he grits out between his teeth, but he can’t do anything about it; he just has to stay right where he is, getting fucked… bred… goddamn fucking bred by another Alpha, his body feeling hot and feverish like a wound, cock hanging between his thighs, belly feeling filled with McCree’s creamy loads even though he knows it’s not possible; not with the amount that has dripped to the floor, but he still feels like…

“Fuck… Gonna… B-Boss…” Jesse jackknifes again, his meaty arms hooked around Gabriel’s belly, holding him secure – not letting him go even when Gabriel’s foggy, fuck-dumb brain realizes what is going to happen. Not that he… not that he wants to go, but… fuck… fuck it is happening; McCree is rutting in deep, letting him feel all of him from the leaking tip that seems so intent of fucking right through Gabriel’s belly button, to the tender little swell of his knot; that swell that quickly stops being small and tender and expands, fattening up, spreading against Gabriel’s walls right behind his rim until his whole body locks against the sensation, muscles tense, mouth hanging open, saliva dripping from the tip of his tongue…

He’s never been… he’s never felt… this…

Dimly, he can hear Jesse’s whining; can even hear the wet smacking of his little loving kisses – because the kid wouldn’t dare bite his Commander, his superior Alpha even when being crosseyed from knotting – and feel the heat crashing in waves through his body; from the tips of his toes up to the back of his neck.

His body is a trembling, locked mess and all he can do is follow McCree along, his eyes rolling up when he hears the splattering of his own release, endorphins rushing through his body, thighs shaking, biceps going loose and pathetic, elbows sliding apart until his cheek is pressed to the floor, shoulders angled down – presenting almost better than any Omega…

And then the smell hits him. The acrid scent of urine that is like a shock to the system, the heavy come loose body atop him jerking as well – both of them realizing in tandem that Gabriel’s release had not quite been what his overworked brain was thinking – that rather than coming like a freight train he was pissing, the puddle widening rapidly, warming up the knees that have slid down to the ground somewhere in between McCree knotting and him letting loose…

“Damn,” McCree whines, his sturdy hips stuttering, jerking forward and trying to pull back; and just managing to jostle his knot and fuck another spurt of piss from his Commander.

“S-Stay still,” Gabriel croaks, hot faced, not even able to stop his submissive wetting because it feels too good; his body is working against him and there is no way he can stop himself; there is no way when he’s stuffed with McCree’s fat, girthy knot and all he wants to do is show the Alpha how he is submitting to him; how he accepts his dominance and the good, deep breeding that came with it, even though McCree fucked like a damned pup.

Or maybe because of it? Because he was so flattered by Jesse’s mindless, needy rutting?

“Stay, stay, stay,” Jesse suddenly mutters. He must have felt the useless fluttering of muscles beneath him and counters it immediately by wrapping around his Commander more insistently; suckling kisses against his spine. He sounds fucking drunk on knotting that tight, warm space and the sharp smell of his piss.

“Stay just like that. Please,” he whimpers – and Gabriel growls, pathetic and weak, but does as he is told, pressing his hot embarrassed cheeks into the crook of his arm.

“You owe me an orgasm, McCree,” he grunts, another dribble of piss coming from him when McCree immediately nods against the dip of his spine; so eager to please his commanding Alpha.