Anonymous said: “Could you maybe write something with Roadhog and someone OTHER thank junkrat? I just feel like he doesn’t get enough love on his own, you know”
Teensy Reaper/Roadhog for you two ❤
“This is not going to happen. Get away from me.” Gabriel grits his teeth, staring up at Roadhog. He already pulled his mask and cloak off and he hates it because Mako is still in full combat gear.
He is huge and imposing, dirt caked and sweaty, and actually fucking steaming in the relative coolness of the showers. Roadhog looks raw and vital and Gabriel doesn’t want to be as turned on by it as he is. He doesn’t want to love how Mako can simply push him up against lockers and hold him there with huge hands and a large, firm belly.
He doesn’t want to imagine kneeling before the mercenary and letting him fuck his meaty, sweaty cock into his throat. He does it, anyway. Gabriel Reyes always has been fucking weak and having died and come back seemed not to have changed anything in that regard.
He bares his teeth in a snarl that transforms into a wheeze of pain when Mako pushes forward and squishes him against the wall. He is silent; staring down on Gabriel with the stitched-on grin on his pig mask, and it chills Reaper to the bone as much as it turns him on. He claws at Roadhog’s huge arms, easily drawing blood, and all that elicits is a low grunt that almost sounds amused. Pleasured. Intrigued.
He almost fucking whines when those huge hands with chipped fingernails painted black easily pull him away from the lockers and turn him around. And if that wasn’t something. Getting manhandled and shoved around like he was nothing but a little brat. Like he had no more substance than a dainty woman in her prettiest Sunday dress.
“No!” he growls, talons digging into the lockers and denting the thin metal. “Fucking gross pig, go take a shower at least…”
They were both high on post-fight adrenaline. He could hear Roadhog’s heavy, excited breaths behind him; could feel the fumble of a huge and impatient – but surprisingly gentle hand – at his pants, trying to pull them down.
After another grit of his teeth, Gabriel helps him; cock feeling swollen and feverish in his tight combat gear, muscles clenching in anticipation.
God help him, but he was looking forward to getting mounted by the huge, sweaty man, and fucked until his eyes were tearing up with how deep Roadhog drilled into him.
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