Tag: ass worship

5th Batch of Ko-Fi Fics: 1st Fill

McCree/Reyes – pit and ass worship; rimming; sweaty; mild stink kink – Gabriel has just worked out and Jesse can’t get over how tasty he is.

“Jesse…” Gabriel twists slightly, vaguely trying to get out from beneath McCree’s heavy body, but not struggling enough to make Jesse stop. If it were anybody else, Jesse would even say Gabriel is squirming at having his armpit inspected so closely – but he rather not say that out loud. Reyes can be a prickly bastard, after all.

“Jus’ a few minutes,” he begs, voice slurred and a bit whiny. He already feels light-headed from the salty smell of clean sweat, and the feeling of heaving his head wedged between Gabriel’s ribcage and large, meaty bicep.

His whole body is made to crush a man’s head and Jesse loves it.

“You are disgusting,” Reyes mutters. It sounds muffled; he’s probably hiding his face again. Jesse gets off on how vulnerable Gabriel is behind closed doors. How his abrasive outdoor personality switches to near-submissive levels of bickering when Jesse got him spread out and worships his body.

“Yeah,” he groans into the sensitive skin of the Commander’s armpit. He digs his feet into the comforter and pushes himself up more firmly. Gets his face in there to feel the wet tickle of hair against his cheek.

Gabriel smells amazing; especially after a good workout. He might pout and huff about Jesse pushing him down and wanting to get little kitten licks in on the tender skin beneath his arms, but he still wears those ridiculously tantalizing muscle shirts as well; all for better access, Jesse likes to think.

He lifts his head, staring at the hard curve of Gabriel’s jaw, and gently but inexorably guides his arm up and above his head. Gets him to stretch out nicely in front of him – and when he playfully tugs at the dark hair curling wet in Gabriel’s armpit, the Commander gasps for him and does this weird little twist once more; his tiny workout shorts tenting obscenely with his erection.

“God, you look amazing,” McCree croons, tugs once more, then gently drags his fingers from Gabriel’s pit up his lovely stretched bicep. “Turn around for me, okay?”

Gabriel does not look at him; in fact, he has his face still hidden behind his hand, his jaw working as he grinds his teeth and seems to debate whether to follow along or not.

In the end, his own neediness wins out and he turns around with a little grunt, hips immediately shifting as he begins gently fucking his cock against the insides of his shorts.

“There ya go…” Jesse’s voice is pitched lower. Rougher. A good imitation of what it would become in a few year’s time – and Gabriel groans into the pillow he’s got clenched between his teeth now; his lovely cock undoubtedly wetting the fabric of his shorts by now.

Jesse savors the moment in which he pulls down Gabriel’s shorts; makes it nice and slow so he can see how the meaty ass is practically spilling out of them – nice and fat and with a good amount of jiggle that makes Jesse’s insides clench hard and hot and needy.

“Damn, boss,” he whispers, big hands on Gabriel’s ass in a second; kneading the cheeks and pulling them apart without pretense so he can see the lovely hole he’s hiding there; muscle puffy and clenched tightly; twitching beneath Jesse’s insolent fingers. “I fucken’ love your ass. Never seen anythin’ like it.”

He probably sounds drunk as he slurs his words, nestling himself between Gabriel’s thighs so his head is on level with the object of his ardent adoration.

“Could take pictures with it.”

He leans forward, tongue out; getting a slow, self-indulgent lick in. He kind of wants to worm a hand beneath the Commander; get his palm cupped against the wet head of his dick – but he is loathe to get his hands off of Gabriel’s ass. He needs to keep it spread and vulnerable for his greedy tongue. Needs to bury his face as deeply as he can and inhale the sour scent of Gabriel’s ass after a good workout.

Fuck, but Gabriel is tasty.

Jack could barely hear him over the jeering of the crowd.

“You got enough?” He was laughing as well, the tremors of his chest jostling Jack’s head where it was clamped beneath Reyes’ arm. He felt light headed from lack of oxygen. His eyeballs were throbbing, chest seizing, arms hugged around Reyes’ sturdy waist – not trying to dislodge him, just holding on for dear life as his head got threatened to get popped like a grape.

The cheering from the crowd bled into the background. Reyes loosened his hold a little. He said something but Jack couldn’t make it out for the life of him, focused instead on pulling air into his lungs, just breathing in, slowly becoming aware of the most useless things – how warm his toes felt, how much his shirt itched on his back… how his neck was nestled into Reyes armpit, everything humid and thick with the smell of workout sweat.

Someone called something and the crowd jeered again.

“Oh you’re a nasty boy, Morrison.”

Jack groaned mindlessly, head turning, nose dragging along the edge of Reyes’ pit, lips instinctively parting pressing suckling kisses into the salty skin, the corner of his mouth tickled by the wet hair. Reyes shifted, thick hip bumping against Jack, jostling him out of his delirious head enough to make him aware of his cock: hard and tenting his training sweats for the whole room to see.

.o.

Some left… a lot were still there to watch Morrison dig his face into the humid stench of Reyes’ sweaty ass. It was shocking to see the blond hair beneath those massive thighs and even more so to see him strain up and push deeper into the man kneeling above him, little sounds of sucking and licking accompanied by low, nearly pained sounding grunts.

“Is he actually digging in there, Reyes?”

Gabriel barked out a laugh. He got jostled by one particularly eager thrust upwards and reached down to get a fist full of Morrison’s hair, thighs tensing as he rode it out and ground down almost viciously – sitting his fat ass down with his substantial weight and suffocating the golden boy in the warm mess behind his heavy balls.

“He’s fuckin’ loving eatin’ my sweaty ass,” was Reyes’ only comment. His belly was filled with fire, cock drooling along Morrison’s forehead. He could feel his little huffs of breath against tender skin; how he nudged the tip of his nose into that dark, hot space, fucking sniffing at him before he snaked his tongue out and dragged it sloppily wherever he could reach.

He wished they were on their own and in private; he wished he could ask Morrison all the questions that were thrumming through his mind as he rode his partner’s face and smeared his heavy sack across the bridge of his perfect farm boy nose.

You like being nasty, Morrison?

You get off on mashing your face into my sweaty pits?

Wanna have me step on your dick, too?

…Wanna make out some before I sit my fat ass down on your face and make you beg for breath?

Fuck.

Fuck.