yooohooo. lil heads up: Lúcio obvs is far above the age of consent but Gabriel calls him a ‘kid’ a lot. Just his way of talking about Lúcio. nothin’ else.

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“Buenos días.”

Lúcio blinks at Gabriel, hands going slack on the equipment he had been fiddling with. His music isn’t loud, but he takes his headphones off anyway.

“Uh…” he halts, blinks again, watches Reaper’s disdainful glance around his bright happy room with frog ornaments plastered to the walls and hidden away in nooks and crannies. Reaper had never set even one foot into his rooms; not that Lúcio can remember.

When Gabriel turns back to him, face going even darker with his scowl, Lúcio jerks himself out of his stupor and throws him a large, easy-going grin as he gently puts the booster he had been working on down. “Buenos días,

Señor Reaper!”

Reaper bares his teeth and growls at him. Lúcio smiles back, placidly, easy going – happy. It is enough to startle the Omega out of the aggression display and turn away to ostensibly check one of Lúcio’s posters.

“It’s your lucky day, kid.”

“Yeah? It is?”

“Yup. You’re gonna help me out.”

Lúcio’s brow crinkles, eyes tracking the way the Omega holds himself; carefully stiff in a military rest.

And then the smell hits him; warm and… and… and soft. Ripe.

“Oh,” Lúcio hums, heat exploding in his chest and settling warm in his belly. “Me? Are you sure?”

Gabriel’s face scrunches up. He looks like he found something unpalatable beneath the sole of his boot. He turns his head away pointedly and sniffs once.

“’s’pose so.”

“Awesome. Wow, I mean… wow.” Lúcio stands up hastily and practically bounces over; sudden excess energy making him want to put on his skates and drive a few high speed rounds along the edge of the coast. “I’ll do my best,” he promises.

Reaper glances at him – sees the dimples of the Alpha’s easy smile, the pretty brown eyes looking up at him with so much honesty it hurt – and nearly retracts the offer.

In the end, he doesn’t – and that’s what counts.

.o.

It shouldn’t be good. 

It shouldn’t be so fucking good.

The kid had no idea what he was doing (oh dios he knew it exactly even if his touches were still so tentative, so unsure, so afraid to hurt the big, sturdy Omega) and yet Gabriel felt like he was combusting in slow motion.

Like the slow kindling ember in his belly was starting to roll out into all his extremities and just working away at him as patient and thoroughly as the little Alpha behind him.

“Gorgeous,” Lúcio crooned and Gabriel wanted to snap – literally – until the he finally let the Alpha in his blood loose, but couldn’t bring himself to actually do it. Instead, there were warm, insistent hands on his hips and he could feel his body easily obey; back dipping down, hips tilting up further into the slow, deep mounting.

He was presenting to a little virgin Alpha and he wanted to crawl into a hole and die in shame. It was supposed to be him, wrecking Lúcio; taking his juicy sleek cock and letting him pop his ripe knot; leaving him a fucked out drooling mess while Gabriel went and hunted for the next victim…

And now he was kneeling and fucking keening into the floor like one of these simpering idiot Omegas; the one out of bad romance novels and romcoms. The ones that were demure and needy, looking towards their Alpha for any little scrap of praise.

He was a total fucking mess and all because Lúcio had been so endearingly clumsy and thorough. Kissing Gabriel unabashedly, dipping his cheeky little tongue right in and rumbling low and encouraging in an approximate imitation of a proper Alpha growl. It had worked, though; the soft, low trilling in the back of Lúcio’s throat – getting Gabriel to relax and go pliant; let sweaty, nervous, eager hands gently navigate him around just like the young Alpha wanted.

He was letting himself get fucked like he wasn’t a good head taller than this young virgin Alpha.

“No, no, no,” he was panting against the floor, drooling and needy, hole fucked soft and open but still trying to gently clench around the Alpha’s cock to make him keen for him.

Lúcio was so… vocal. Unabashedly singing out his happiness with his Omega; letting the whole fucking base know how much he liked deep dicking Reaper; mounting him and breeding him with easy thrusts of his slim hips, whining beautiful and loud.

God, but the kid sounded like an Omega.

His hands were everywhere; stroking and petting and just holding on to Reaper’s wide hips as he gave him what he needed; let him feel the promising smooth swell of his knot a few times before he started grinding in deep; waiting patiently for his knot to swell even further maybe a little too early, but obviously loathe to make him hurt.

“You feel so good,” Lúcio rasps, leans forward and rubs his hands down the eager slope of Reaper’s back – and Gabriel can’t fucking believe that this was happening.

Owned by this happy-go-lucky virgin Alpha.