Gabriel couldn’t believe how bad someone who dressed as a goddamn cowboy was at nursing. He couldn’t believe the goddamn stupid, milkdrunk expression McCree got within the first couple sloppy pulls, or the way he pawed clumsily at his pecs, trying to massage more liquid out of him and failing.
Nursing McCree was an unending trial of patience, yet he found himself again and again in the inexplicably need to seek him and his ever-moving mouth out.
It had taken the kid three sessions until he finally figured out how to do a proper seal, yet still he preferred to pop off Gabriel’s puffy nipple every now and then just to smack his milk stained lips together with an obnoxious, wet sound, looking so goddamned content with his life, Gabriel wanted to slap him upside the head.
Truth was… Gabriel could have it any way he wanted; he could easily seek out Jack and demand him to take care of the fucking mess, but Jesse had a certain… charm to him.
He simply enjoyed nursing. His goddamned face lit up every time he got caught at the scruff like an errant puppy and pulled into Gabriel’s office. He got overeager hard ons more often than not, positively panting until he was allowed to come close and latch on.
There was a simple, eager happiness about him that was impossible to ignore.
He also was a fucking punk kid that liked to play around, lapping uselessly at Gabriel’s puffy tits while lounging in his lap like an oriental king – but he took the resulting abuse in stride; laughing and rubbing the back of his head before latching on properly again.
Nursing Jesse felt stupidly right. He felt himself more and more loathe to seek out Jack – preferred the intimacy of his Blackwatch subordinate. It felt like it stayed in the family that way.