Toys exist to get played with when one is bored.
Gabriel was often bored when there was no mission around; no target to eliminate.
Ergo, it was only logical that he acquired himself some toys to play with on his downtime. They were good toys, too. Durable. Flexible. Pathetic and needy.
He has his boots propped up on his window sill, eyes sliding lazily from the slits in the blinds towards McCree gasping on his narrow bed. Every now and then he jerks with an abrupt twitch, a high, reedy whine dragging out of his throat.
His face was as sweaty as the rest of his body. A good amount of it was plain and simple fear, even though his body was keyed up, his brainless cock bobbing hard and painful in the air whenever Reyes pressed the button again and watched his toy convulse on the sheets.
“Again,” he purrs. He doesn’t always give McCree a warning. Sometimes he just likes that short look of fear and resignation before another wave seizes the long body. McCree was still lanky as a boy. So young and tender. Only trying to grow into the massive size his chest promised he could be with enough discipline. (Reyes would be his discipline. The boy should fucking thank him on hands and knees and with his tongue on his boots.)
McCree can’t breathe for the long agonizing seconds that the electricity courses through his body, the muscles in his belly clenching and relaxing in sharp little bursts. The nodes were attached down his sensitive sides. (Reyes couldn’t wait for the moment he would burst into tears when his commander gently petted fingers down his ribs. Already, the boy was flinching away from these touches.)
The second Reyes’ thumb lifts from the button, McCree pulls in a sharp, gasping sob. Tears have been sliding down his temples and into his long, brown hair. He is sniveling and snotty, but his cock is still bouncing ridiculously up and down. He is not allowed to touch his dick – that, at least, he’d learned fairly quickly.
“Come here,” Reyes orders. Seeing McCree gasp for breath and cry like a bebé was only fun for so long. He watches McCree blink crusty eyes and wheeze as he tries to get his muscles under control and drag himself out of bed.
He crawls over on trembling arms and ducks automatically beneath Gabriel’s legs. Reyes grunts in acknowledgement and shifts his boots apart on the window sill and slides a little down in his chair to give McCree unhindered access.
“Having fun, little boy?” Reyes asks him, one hand in his shaggy hair to keep him away from just nose diving into his commander’s crotch.
McCree stares at him with blank eyes for a few moments before he blinks them clear. He slowly nods against the hold, jaw working like he wants to say something, but ultimately deciding against it.
Reyes laughs at him and lets go of his hair. He leans back into his chair with a sigh, eyes closing as McCree hungrily presses his face into his ass crack, mouth greedy and open as he presses it against his commander’s hole. Moments later, he tilts his head back and lets Reyes’ balls drag across his face with a low delirious groan.
Reyes is playing with the remote to the nodes in his hand. He knows McCree can see it out of the corners of his eyes. He likes keeping his toy on edge and guessing.
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