My fic for @oricalcon for their stunning work on my Halloween compilation. It was so good working with them T.T
Please enjoy some ABO action with old Alphas Jack and Gabriel, and Jack being absolutely in love with Gabriel’s knot.
“You’re stinking up the place, Jackie-boy… love my cock so much?”
Gabriel is practically purring, leaning back on the old warehouse crate that creaks dangerously beneath his heavy body; muscles dense from the super soldier program and him being an Alpha.
Jack grunts low, flicking up pale eyes to throw him an impatient, unimpressed gaze. He doesn’t deign to answer even though Gabriel’s assessment is so very accurate: the small warehouse is thick with Jack’s excited pheromones, wafting almost visibly from his big body curled small and tight to fit in the space between Reaper’s massive thighs.
“It’s okay,” Reaper murmurs, clawed fingers carding slow and self-indulgent through the Soldier’s thinning, white hair. “I know how much you missed playing.”
He missed it too, of course, but… but.
Jack doesn’t seem to be listening to him much, anyway. His eyes are heavy lidded, staring into nothingness as he snuggles with Reaper’s half-hard cock, rubbing the tip against his cheek until Gabriel’s toes are curling in his boots and an involuntary growl is stuck in his throat from Jack’s perpetual stubble scraping against the sensitive, tender skin.
“Fuck… Jackie-boy,” he murmurs, head falling back and thunking against the wall. His hips want to move, fuck up into the loose grip, but he keeps himself under control, wide chest heaving as he scents the air. His mouth floods with saliva as he smells Jack, thick and spicy, laying over the back of his tongue until Reaper has to pant beneath his mask, open mouthed and needy, every inhale infused with the other Alpha.
His body’s confused reactions only work to heighten his lust; adrenaline pumping as his instincts want him to fight the other Alpha when in reality he just wants to lean back and lazily fuck Jack’s throat like he knows he can; like he knows they trained hours upon hours back in the SEP days, crawling all over each other and learning each other’s dick.
Jack, however, seems to have other plans. He is pressing little distracted kisses against the growing cock in his big, gentle hands, but he is not paying too much attention to the tip slipping from the silky foreskin as Gabriel’s cock thickens.
When he glances down, face hidden behind the mask, he can see how almost… sleepy Jack looks. For once, his face isn’t drawn into tight, agitated lines – rather he looks relaxed, purring deep and rumbling in his chest as he drags his tongue in long, wet laps against the other Alpha’s thick cock.
He acts almost like he wants to soothe an agitated Omega; as if he has to calm them with the low, non-aggressive growls, and it unexpectedly warms Gabriel’s heart. His claws become a little gentler against Jack’s scalp, his own growl answering as his muscles grow a little warmer; a little more lax.
An old, dusty warehouse is not an ideal location to have a nice, lazy fuck, but if Jack is willing to pretend, he is too.
They rumble at each other, big bodies vibrating as Jack keeps travelling down towards the base of Gabriel’s cock; and it takes him a lethargic second or two to realize what is happening: for his brain to parse the information that is Jack’s tongue probing curious and mischievously against the soft, painfully sensitive skin that would swell up quick and dirty into a knot.
He chokes on a growl, knees jerking, clamping around Jack’s wide shoulders, a pathetic jip stuck in the back of his throat.
His fingers curl tight into Jack’s thinning hair, staring down at the content, sly expression on his scarred face, and he can’t help but pull lips back from his teeth, impatiently shoving his mask up and out of the way to let Jack see his sharp fangs.
“Oh,” he rumbles, hand twisting, forcing Jack to tilt his head so he can press his wet, cheeky mouth against the tender base of his cock. “That’s how it is, Jacky-boy? Want to play dirty? Damn…” Jack’s tongue had flickered out, dragging against that special place just beneath his knot where it was thick and fragrant with pheromones. He could see Jack’s face go lax, his cheeks growing hot red with an excited flush as the taste and smell crawls down his throat and sets his Alpha body on fire. Gabriel can’t manage to bring up even a dredge of shame at the juvenile excitement and small whimper slithering free.
“Yeah… yeah, let’s play dirty… fuck.”
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He feels weirdly young watching Jack cowering between his thighs and mouthing at his almost shyly swelling knot. There is an element of thrill to it; of having another Alpha pay such intense focus to it, mouth open and wet, teeth so close to the sensitive, flushing skin.
His cock is dragging across Jack’s face, smearing pre-cum against his forehead and the bridge of his nose, but the old Soldier doesn’t seem to mind too much. His eyelids are fluttering delicately as he scents the air with his mouth open subtly, pale cheeks flushed a dull, nervous red.
He is just as flustered about his actions as Gabriel is. They aren’t quite looking at each other, growling low and gentle in their chests while Gabriel gently rocks his hips, pressing his tender knot against Jack’s mouth.
It feels so… it feels so dirty, so illicit; shockingly more than actually mounting another Alpha; holding Jack down and feeding his body a big cock.
“You want my knot, Jackie?” Reaper murmurs, toes curling in his boots, fingers carefully curling around his shaft to squeeze it in supplication because he feels like he is going to explode soon if nobody is going to pay attention to the weeping head soon.
Jack growls again, sharp and aggressive this time, pale eyes flicking up as he leaves his peaceful nuzzling of Gabriel’s knot in order to bite at his fingers. It is obvious he reins his temper in only barely, the pressure of his incisors gentle but firm as they clamp around one of his knuckles.
“Woah there,” Gabriel murmurs, heart stuttering in his chest. He knew how possessive Jack was of his cock – remembers how feral the Soldier had gotten in their youth, practically nesting atop his fucking dick, not letting him touch even when Gabriel was about to claw his way out of his skin with overstimulation.
He hadn’t thought Jack would still… even after all this time…
“That’s all right, Jackie-boy,” Reaper murmurs, carefully losing the grip on his cock, a whine stuck in his throat as it pulses in need. “It’s yours… I know how much you love dick… damn, Jack…”
The aggressive pinpricks of Jack’s pupils slowly dilate again as he watches Gabriel’s hand retreat. He hums low, licking the underside of the fat shaft a few times as if making sure to mark it up with his own scent once again before diving back down.
Gabriel’s knot is swollen enough now to let Jack’s mouth, wet and cherry red, clamp around it and suckle, tongue so eager, dragging across the tight skin until Gabriel’s eyes roll back in his chest, the nanites in his body making him feel like a hive of agitated ants are under his skin.
His body is so very confused – not only having another Alpha pay such close, loving attention to his cock, but also that the same Alpha is coaxing his knot into swelling even before his orgasm.
Leave it to Jack to be stubborn enough.
He looks goddamn out of it when Gabriel glances down, face slack as he suckles on his knot, rumbling low in his chest but ending on small, near Omega-like whimpers every time. His stubbly chin pressing against Gabriel’s skin again and again, hurting enough to keep him on edge, a low growl constantly vibrating out of him.
Part of him wants to bite; force Jack back into submission and get his teeth around his throat. Make him lie back and show his belly and show that he is acknowledging Reaper as his superior Alpha.
Wants to get the sharp, painful rasp of his stubble off of his knot and the silky skin beneath.
The crate is groaning dangerously beneath his weight as he forces himself to calm down. To sit back and enjoy how Jack is lavishing attention on him, his thick Alpha smell oppressive and domineering in their little bubble.
“Wanna fuck you, Jackie-boy,” he rumbles, head back, staring at the ceiling as he feels Jack pop off his swelling knot with a wet, obscene sound. There are tears of overstimulation pricking at the corners of his eyes. He feels near delirious but can’t help constantly scenting the air; layering a new coat of Jack onto his tongue.
“I wanna fuck your throat. Tie your fucking mouth since you love my goddamn knot so much. Wanna hear you suffocate on my dick. Wouldn’t even gag, would you? Trained that out of you so long ago…”
Jack is watching him with sly, intelligent eyes. Reaper doesn’t even need to look down to see it: he can feel it on him like a touch.
His knot his half-swollen and out in the cold air, pulsing with blood, and when he scrunches his eyes shut, there are more tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, body so goddamn confused just because of Jack who coaxed him into this nervous half-state of arousal and need.
“You want to come, Gabriel?”
Jack’s deep, rasping voice is a shock to the system; even more so than the hand around his shaft, holding on firm, almost a bit mean, with a blunt, calloused thumb pressing into his frenulum in a way that makes Reaper choke and see stars.
“Want to show me your pretty knot, Gabriel? Want to show me how nice and fat it can get?”
Damn… Damn… he wants that. He wants that. He’s whining like a much much younger man, needy and pathetic, claws ripping at the wood of the crate as Jack starts jerking him with sure but jerky motions, his short fingernail scratching once – maybe on accident, maybe not – against the tender folds of skin beneath his glans. Gabriel can’t help his body convulse at the sharp, confusing burst of pain, belly clenching, hips jutting out towards the source of pleasure-pain, mouth open and panting with his tongue near lolling, drooling liberally at the thick Alpha pheromones in the air.
He wants to knot for Jackie. Wants to show off how big and hot it becomes.
There’s a mouth at the base of his cock, wet and merciless; sucking at the confused half-swell of his knot as his hand is jerking him off, tight and a little dry even though his dick is trying so very hard to get everything nice and slick.
His balls feel painful. Swollen. A swelteringly hot presence between his trembling thighs, trapped in his pants.
“Show me your knot, Gabriel,” Jack murmurs, his deep voice scraping along Reaper’s nerves – and he can’t help but obey; submissively whining and following the other Alpha’s orders; cock jumping and flexing in his grip as thick cream pulses out in long, forceful splashes, Jack’s goddamned mouth still on his goddamned knot, not giving him a second of reprieve as he coaxes and cajoles, begging with suckling, painful kisses for it to swell for him –
and God, does it swell, thick and fast; painful in a way that takes Gabriel’s breath and thrums through his body. He can’t even tell whether it is a good kind of painful; he can only tell that his cock is still jerking out pathetic dribbles of cum, balls aching, his whole lower body an open, needy wound that Jack is nursing on like a babe; groaning low and snuggling his face against the knot he’s so obviously in fucking love with.
Gabriel thinks, head back, staring panting and out-of-it at the high ceiling of the warehouse, that if he had been a younger Alpha – if this had been the first time he knotted, he would have pissed himself and never tried to knot anybody ever again.
He grins at that thought, one hand blearily pawing for Jack and clumsily carding through his mussed, thinning hair.
“Goddamn, Jackie-boy… never knew how much you loved knot,” he slurs, feeling how Jack finally, blessedly lets go of suckling and kissing and licking the fiercely pulsing organ.
“Figured I’ve waited long enough,” Jack murmurs, head on Gabriel’s thigh, smelling so goddamn satisfied that it strokes the Alpha’s ego even though he hasn’t been allowed to touch much.
“Hmmm that we have… how about you come here and let me see how pretty you can knot for me, then?”
Jack chuckles low and rasping, joints cracking audibly as he clambers up unto his feet with a groan.
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