There’s a nervous quality to Jesse’s fidgeting that puts Gabriel’s teeth on edge. The pup is looking anywhere but at him, his knee jiggling against his hips like an addict on withdrawal.

He’s not that young anymore, but he still simpers like a pup, lifting his pointy chin and offering up his throat as Gabriel leans down and wants to press warm little kisses against the corner of his mouth. Instead, he hits his jaw. He rolls with it, smearing his lips against the scraggly fur there that Jesse refuses to take proper care of even in human form like this.

Jesse wants to twist around onto his belly and lift his ass up way too fast. There’s a subservience to his behavior that makes Gabriel’s mood sour. Jesse McCree hadn’t been sweet and forthcoming a second since Gabriel dragged him into the pack, and seeing his concave belly flutter with the panting, quick breaths he takes makes him want to back off.

Instead, his large black tail slowly wags from side to side, the curve of it causing his own tip to tickle between his shoulder blades. He leans down, tongue out as he slowly drags licks Jesse’s throat.

They are not that big on grooming – not like the feline tribe a few blocks farther – but Jesse laps it up eagerly. He grunts in surprise, then groans as he lets himself relax for the first time; pretty body stretching out long beneath Gabriel’s bulk; his brown tail slowly revealing his cock as he lets it uncurl from the desperate clench between his thighs.

A nice big dick that Gabriel eyes greedily, wondering how it would feel splitting it open – if he wasn’t suitably sure that Jesse would get a heart attack when his leader presented to him, begging to be mounted.

Later, then. When he’s righted the kid’s head.

“You’ve broken into the storeroom,” he mumbles after grooming Jesse’s throat and the sensitive underside of his scraggly chin. McCree has gone almost cross-eyed, his hands – wide palms and long fingers with knobby joints that Gabriel thinks must feel too good to ride – are closed softly around Reyes’ biceps.

When Gabriel speaks, he blinks slowly. He looks like he has trouble resurfacing, and when he does, his eyebrows draw together and he glances at Reyes with uncertain stubbornness.

“So?”

His outright refusal to deny the accusation is infuriating, but better than the disturbing frightened submission he showcased as soon as Gabriel had crawled over him, cock out and so very interested in the newest member of his pack.

Gabriel lifts one hand, palm across the narrow ribcage, feeling up Jesse’s pec and the meager bit of cushioning he has there. He zeroes in on one of the nipples – tiny and tender, and so very, very sensitive if the immediate color to Jesse’s cheeks is any indication – and gives it a good pinch.

“We will talk about that later. I have no idea how you even got past the guards.”

Jesse smirks, then, cocksure as always – but the expression slides off his face as quickly as it had come as he feels Gabriel hiking his long legs up, guiding them to clamp around his wide ribcage.

One of Jesse’s hands digs sharp claws into his arm while the other claws at the ground. He is looking down between them with a look that is so profoundly worried while simultaneously trying not to be, that Gabriel halts again, the tip of his cock nestled in the warm, humid space behind Jesse’s balls.

“I want you to smell like one of mine,” he rumbles, voice pitched low, chin dipped towards his chest; watching Jesse from beneath heavy brows. “I want the others to curl up with you tonight because they’ll know I’ve made you mine just as I’ve made them mine.”

Jesse is nodding along the whole time, body so open and receptive, but brown eyes large and pupils small pinpricks of fear even as Gabriel minutely rocks his hips and does nothing more than gently fuck that warm, snuggly space behind McCree’s ball sack.

“Christ, pup,” he mumbles, sliding down to his elbows to bring himself closer to Jesse, body blanketing the other man. Usually, Jesse would bristle at being addressed as such, but now he is merely panting, obviously trying not to hyperventilate as Gabriel rumbles low and soothing in his chest. “You’re such a good boy for me, aren’t you?”

He reaches down, guiding himself into that well prepared space. He goes nearly cross-eyed as Jesse clenches down on him, walls velvet and hot, suckling at his cock every step of the way as Gabriel mouths wet against Jesse’s shoulder, trying out his teeth minimally on the tender, thin skin.

McCree is as robust a guy as any; scrappy with long limbs and sinewy muscles – but his skin is stretched taut across bones that look sharp enough to slice through it.

“Good boy,” he murmurs again. McCree’s breath sounds wet in his ears; long and shivery, and when he looks up into his face, his cheeks have darkened even more, eyes gone a bit watery as he lets himself get fucked, knees clamped painfully around Gabriel’s ribcage, hands finding their way almost shyly unto his shoulders to hold on.

Gabriel rumbles again, leaning up, nudging against Jesse’s cheek with his nose, then pressing their cheeks together.

Around them he can vaguely hear the others of the pack shifting. Barely out of sight but close enough. They don’t trust Jesse yet; not as he does. The pup hasn’t given them any reason to; he’s been contrary every chance he’d gotten – but now he is as obedient as they come.

He coos for him, body so unendingly hot as he opens up for more and more, insides having to stretch and accommodate the fat cock slipping in deeper and deeper; demanding a warm, cushioned space to nestle into and getting it offered on a silver platter.

Every now and then, Jesse tries to twist; get on his belly for him. An awkward maneuver in and off itself as he is speared on cock so deeply Gabriel wonders if he could see it bulge his belly. A deep rumble and firm shove keeps him pinned to the ground, however.

His cock is chubby; half-hard and delicious looking. Gabriel wants to get it in his hands; wants to spend hours licking and sucking at it – but he does not think that Jesse will come for him tonight. He seems too confused by his body’s neediness; mouth open and soft in surprise, the long muscles in his thighs shaking.

He seems even more confused, however, when Gabriel pulls out with a grunt, sudden and sharp enough to make him cry out, hands clawing at him, trying to pull him back into the warm, loving cradle of his body.

So very submissive for a young canine man. So overly eager to give his warm little hole away – and Gabriel wonders, as he jerks off with his bottom lip clamped between his teeth, soft whines stuck in his throat, how much of this subservience is Jesse’s natural inclination and how much has been taught to him by other pack leaders. The thought makes him bristle, but there is no room to dwell on it when he comes, watching himself jerk off onto Jesse’s gorgeous cock; striping it and the warm sack beneath with his cream to mark him as a part of his pack.

For a moment, he wonders how Jesse will take it; if he will get flustered about his own half-hard state. He is young and stubborn enough that he would probably get upset – but when Gabriel looks up, panting and still riding on the high of his orgasm, Jesse looks as content and sleepy as he’s not yet seen him.

Fucked out is definitely a good look on the pup.