“Stay,” Akande says softly, and then a little more forcefully, with his large hand between Reaper’s shoulder blades: “Stay.” 

Reaper snarls, twisting beneath him like an angry cat that got lifted at the scruff. One elbow snaps up, digging into Akande’s side. Doomfist grunts, eyes narrowing minimally in pain. He grabs a fist of Gabriel’s hair and slams his forehead against the wall.

Dazed, Reaper halts his struggling. He groans low and pained, blood trickling from his nose.

“Stay,” Akande says again, voice not lifting, but vibrating with rage. Gabriel squirms vaguely, still trying to breathe through the pain radiating from his forehead; not made any easier by Doomfist still grinding his face into the wall with the hand at the back of his head.

He becomes a bit easier to manage when he feels the fat cock slapping against the top of his ass. Warm and meaty, and enough to make him pause in his sluggish struggles; take stock of the feeling. The promise of getting fucked raw until he can’t stand it any longer.

He only starts up his fight once more, when he feels Akande try to press it into him; the blunt tip squeezing into the tight clench of his hole; burning even more than his lungs as Gabriel stops breathing and starts struggling, teeth gnashed, elbow jerking back once, twice, thrice, digging hard into Akande’s augmented side.

Doomfist wheezes, the pressure against the back of Reaper’s head stopping just long enough for him to turn around.

They bare their teeth at each other, chests heaving, eyes glinting with malicious intent.

Reaper nearly climbs him; grunting low, hissing for Doomfist to ‘Fucking hold me’ as he fumbles down between their bodies, curls his hand around Akande’s ‘goddamn useless dick. Fuck. Stay still!’ as Akande laughs at him, derisive and superior, hands spreading his ass cheeks, opening his hole for the cock they both want to try and cram inside him without any slick to ease the way.

“Slut,” is all he comments easily, feet shuffling apart, finding a firmer stance to let Gabriel bounce on his cock. 

He whines like a dog when he manages to push the first few inches inside, body shuddering, insides clenching – hot and a little dry until Akande can slick the way with his cum.

He doesn’t care for Reaper’s pain; doesn’t wait for him to adjust to start moving him; biceps flexing as he lifts and lowers him; fucks him on his cock as Reaper howls and claws his shoulders open.

He loves and hates the feeling of Doomfist’s massive cock splitting him open; reaching up far into his belly to get it on fire with the stretch. He needs Doomfist’s cock just as much as the man himself.

His rim is already swollen and hot to the touch. A perfect, slutty mouth to warm Akande’s cock and cushion it. Sucking him like a pro even as its Master is howling like a mangy dog and hanging onto him like a limp sack of flour.

“Going to fill you up, Gabriel,” Akande murmurs right into his ear. “Gonna give you something to remember me by.”

“Shut…” Gabriel takes a shuddering breath, his insides clenching. “Shut up.”

It is a weak comeback. Akande nearly doubles over with laughter while Gabriel quietly seethes.

He has lost this round.