Jesse is bracing himself next to Gabriel’s head. Like this, it is as if he’s doing push-ups again, only that his cock is pressing into the slick, warm space between Gabriel’s thighs and making the whole thing that much better.
“Wanna tell me about it now?” he pants close to Gabriel’s ear, making the man squirm from the tickle of his breath, then pressing wet little kisses against the shell until Gabriel stretches beneath him. The motion goes through his body until the massive muscles in his thighs bunch up. Jesse chokes, fingers curling into the sheets as he feels like Gabriel could very well pop his fucking dick with those damn thighs of his.
“What’re you talkin’ about,” Gabriel mumbles. He’s slurring a bit, voice a sensual purr as he sinks back into the bed. Jesse has already sucked him off, the corners of his mouth and the hinges of his jaw still aching pleasantly – and from the looks of it, Gabriel is ready to fall asleep with Jesse fucking into the slick space he offers up.
Which is… kind of hot, but Jesse has other ideas for now.
He goes down on his elbows, practically lying down on top of Gabriel who grunts and glances at him in annoyance with a glittering, dark eye.
Jesse grabs his chin with one hand, cradling it in the wide palm as he turns Gabriel’s had around to better look at his face.
“Wanna tell me about that little story with you and Gerard?” he murmurs, hips still working, though slower now; a relaxed rocking motion that has his dick move minimally in the warm cradle of Gabriel’s thighs. He can feel his foreskin sliding over the wet head of his dick like this – and if he concentrates enough, he thinks he can feel it whenever the sensitive tip nestles up behind Gabriel’s balls.
Gabriel – bless his soul – grins a bit despite the faint flush glowing at the tips of his ears, and starts to move beneath Jesse. He pushes himself up, easily taking Jesse with him (and damn if that doesn’t make Jesse’s dick sit up at attention; flexing and drooling at the show of easy strength; how Gabriel’s massive biceps bunch).
“Stop being ridiculous and get on with it.”
Jesse hums, but he’s not easily dissuaded. He presses his face into the crook of Gabriel’s neck. He takes his own weight up once again, but keeps himself plastered against his commander’s back, his hips minimally moving; just keeping him on a nice, even burn of lust as he fucks between Gabriel’s thighs.
“Seems to be like you don’t wanna talk about it, boss,” he croons, letting the tip of his nose run up to Gabriel’s ear again, then gently biting at the delicate cartilage. “You got somethin’ to hide, now? Like somethin’… untoward, happened?”
Gabriel squirms. Jesse can feel his ears heat up against his tongue, and the longer Gabriel hesitates and obviously tries to think of an explanation, the more intrigued Jesse gets.
“Oh? ‘S that it? Somethin’ did happen, yeah? Somethin’… hot ‘n heavy…”
And then, when Gabriel tries to turn his head away, Jesse catches it again (”Oh no… you stay right here, boss…”), turning it back to the side so he can bite and lick at Gabriel’s hot ear.
“Tell me ‘bout it,” he implores, voice gone impossibly lower, cock flexing enough that Gabriel has to feel it, his mouth falling open on a wet little gasp. His dark eyes go glassy again. Maybe he’s in the mood for a second round after all.
“Gerard saved you from… something,” Jesse murmurs idly, grunting as he squirms around and gets his other arm beneath Gabriel while still braced on that elbow, fingers searching for one of those small, dark nipples.
““N you hate being in debt…”
He is just babbling, but Gabriel is not protesting, so he keeps going, feeling Gabriel’s breathing pick up as he plucks at that sweet little nipple, feeling Gabriel’s thighs tremble around him.
“Did you show him your gratitude?” Jesse mumbles, breathing hard and wet into Gabriel’s ear, palm a little sweaty against his bearded chin. “Did you fall onto your knees in an… alleyway or somethin’ and showed him your gratitude right then and-”
“H-Hotel room,” Gabriel interrupts him breathily, voice gone all soft and sweet. His ass is a perfect goddamn pillow against Jesse’s hipbones, pressed tightly against him as Jesse stalls for a second, brain trying to keep up; then takes up his thrusts again. Harder. More insistent.
“Yeah?? In a hotel??” he pants, balls feeling hot and full; toes digging into the bed and curling as he holds on to his suddenly very present orgasm.
“Got him in a room,” Gabriel whispers, fingers curling rhythmically into his pillow; like a kitten. “Didn’t let him clean up. Just ripped his pants down and swallowed him down. Fucked my throat on his dick.”
Jesse swears softly, hips stilling mostly other than little jerking thrusts that have tears shoot into his eyes of overstimulation. He wants to come so badly, but he’s afraid the rush of blood in his ears will drown out Gabriel’s soft, turned-on voice.
“Got everything nice and wet. Drooled so damn much that I almost had to buy him a new pair of those expensive goddamn pants.” He whines now, tries to push up onto his knees, and Jesse groans, pushes against the motion, hisses: “Fuck! Keep your legs- k-keep your legs together! Fuck… B-boss…”
Gabriel makes a sound that’s so close to a whimper that Jesse feels like he has a false start, cock jerking hard, balls throbbing painfully…
Gabriel keeps still, presses his legs together for him once more.
“Got my fingers wet with spit and fingered his hole… Liked it well enough. Came like a goddamn freight train and choked me on his dick. Shot that load right into my belly…”
Jesse swears again, then muffles himself by biting at Gabriel’s round, strong shoulder. He can’t keep himself from coming; he couldn’t stop it if the Strike Commander himself swept in and held his pulse rifle against his temple.
Gabriel is panting beneath him, wet and harsh, body tight and hot. He’s ready for more, no matter if Jesse’s dick is up for it or not, and Jesse wonders if they can recreate the little gem from Gabriel’s past. He likes the thought of getting his fingers between Gabriel’s fat cheeks; squeeze his big digits into that warm little space while choking himself on his cock.
He also wonders if he could negotiate a little special bonus for missions well-done. He might just be able to get away with it if he can persuade Genji to work with him.
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