R76 ! It’s been ages since you did them :“)

oh man you’re right, it has def been ages :O goddamn.

“Damn. Look at you. You been training?”

Reaper keeps close, dick pulsing inside the tight clutch, cum cooling on Soldier’s belly. It’s a short lull in their fucking; a rare sight of mercy as he lets the old man calm down and catch his breath. 

He can feel his pulse around his cock slowing down from the frantic gallop, insides still hot and wet and suckling as they relax a bit from their death grip.

What really has him interested is the sight of the Soldier’s tits, though. Meaty with muscle; bulging… plump, the faint pink nipples wet at the tips.

He remembers, somewhere in the back of his head, how they had been back in the day… always horny, always needy; how he’s been fixated on Jack’s tits then, even thicker as he’s been young; straining against his shirts. How he joked about having to get him a goddamn bra.

How he loved watching them bounce, and suckle on their tight tips.

Back then, he had fantasized about it; suckling for long enough that Jack’s body would respond; produce some milk for him.

And now he wonders whether Jack hadn’t secretly thought the same; hadn’t kept on training even with Gabriel seemingly dead.

The Soldier doesn’t answer. It is difficult to make out any kind of expression beneath his visor and mask. He turns his head away, grip tightening on Reaper’s shoulder and the side of his neck.

Gabriel turns his head, impatiently pushes his mask up against his shoulder until his mouth is freed.

“You’re a goddamn slut,” he hisses at him, cock surging within the tight, comfortable grip of Soldier’s body. He bares his teeth at him; lets him see the sharp fangs; and notices how a little more milk dribbles from the peaks of his tits.

He leans down, hips starting up a slow, swaying motion. He talks a big game, but he is gentle; almost making love to his old enemy as he latches on, eyes closing in bliss.

If Soldier notices it, he doesn’t say. He grunts low, and arcs his back; shoves his teat against Reaper’s mouth. The thought of Jack being his personal milk cow sends a jolt of arousal down his spine. His cock flexes again.

He fucks slow, trying not to loose the tight seal he has going on. He drinks in sharp pulls, trying to get as much milk as possible; though there is not much coming forth. The watery drops make him only hungrier.

He wonders if the Soldier’s body would produce more for him if he started nursing more often; more regularly. The thought makes him curl inwards a bit, belly tight, almost coming way too fast like a goddamn teen.

Jack’s tits had always been his downfall.