Akande holds Reaper how he needs him, big hand around his jaw, keeping his head tilted to press bruising kisses against his mouth.

When he feels like he’s had enough of a fill, he pulls back, watching Gabriel’s dazed expression. He pats his cheek, a little harder than necessary; it earns him a half-hearted gnashing of teeth.

“Down. On your knees.”

A stubborn glint enter’s Gabriel’s eyes; even naked and wet, he thinks that he can have shreds of dignity. Akande smiles; close mouthed and indulgent. He doesn’t pay attention to the other operatives milling around, furtively glancing at the big, naked men beneath the showers.

“I said: Down. I have a need.” His hand travels from Gabriel’s cheek to his throat, fingers curling around without squeezing. Still, he can feel Gabriel’s forced swallow against his palm. “And you will service me, isn’t that right, my Gabriel? You still have a duty to fulfil.”

He leans close when Reaper is still stubborn, mouth set in a tight line. He has to curl down a little to bring his mouth against Gabriel’s ear; towering above him.

“You have failed me once already, Gabriel. You don’t want to add to your burden, do you?”

Another heartbeat passes without anything happening, and then Reaper falls to his knees, head tilted up, defiant gaze fixed on him.

Doomfist smirks. He doesn’t care; the defiance will be wiped off of his face soon enough. He braces himself with one arm against the tiled wall; feet shuffling apart.

Gabriel’s eyes twitch down towards the massive cock in his fist just in time to get hit by the thick stream of piss against his cheek. He has to close his eyes, then, the corners of his mouth turned down as he feels the hot stream sluice down his neck and across his pec.

Akande sighs, relieved. He closes his eyes just for a second before glancing down once more, nudging the spongy tip against Gabriel’s lips – and Gabriel opens up, without needing to be prompted, tongue curling out, letting Akande piss across the flat surface before slotting the crown just inside his mouth; pissing clean down his throat as Reaper’s eyes go soft and submissive, shoulders relaxing from their tight, stubborn tilt.

Doomfist smirks. It seems he knew better what Gabriel needed than Gabriel himself. 

How quickly the defiance had bled out of him; it seems he only needs a belly full of piss to put him back into his place.