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.

Was asked for farmer!Jesse rimming shy centaur!Gabriel!

Jesse’s farm is home to all kinds of critters – all of them rescued out of less-than-desirable circumstances.

They are, for the most part, unable to go back to freedom for one reason or another… or refuse to like Gabriel does.

He hasn’t outright stated his reasons; maybe there is a part of him that fears his old herd would not take him in again, or he might be captured once more to make pretty little hops in a circus or be the little ‘show stud’ for a wealthy lady.

Jesse is not entirely sure, but he’s left the door of the paddock open on many nights and never has Gabriel accepted it and left.

Gabriel is a good boy. One of his favorites, if Jesse is honest. A gorgeous centaur even despite the deep scars that mar his dark brown coat.

Even more gorgeous when he is being shy like now: arms stacked against the side of the barn and face hidden against them, while his hoofs dance restlessly left and right.

When Jesse touches his muscular rump with one big, warm hand, he flicks his tail once, sharp, catching the farmer on the cheek.

Jesse laughs at that even through a hiss of pain and rubs the stinging spot.

“Easy, now,” he croons, thumb rubbing back and forth across the glossy coat. Gabriel shudders once – a full body twitch that goes from the base of his tail all the way up to the back of his neck.

Jesse leans forward and nuzzles next to his hand, so close to his goal that Gabriel does another nervous side-step. When Jesse glances up he can just about see the brick red upper curve of his ear.

It is cute, really – because any other time, Gabriel fancies himself the boss of any other inhabitant of the farm, prancing and showing off his strong, gorgeous body on the wide plane that the farmer owns.

Now, though, he’s very quiet and very shy… just from the prospect of Jesse shoving his face between his muscular hind legs and giving his pretty asshole a good licking.

“You’re ridiculous,” Jesse drawls, big hand grabbing at the thick, glossy tail and shoving it out of the way until Gabriel lifts it himself, albeit almost reluctantly.

“Just do it,” the centaur murmurs. He sounds so sullen that Jesse snorts a laugh – and pretends like he isn’t fighting down the instinctual reaction to jump to the side because Gabriel is a little bastard and definitely would kick at him.

However, Gabriel does not seem to have noticed – he is too preoccupied with burying his face in his arms once more, probably feeling Jesse’s warm breath against the pouting, dark rim of his anus.

“There you go,” Jesse croons, voice pitched low and soothing, hands rubbing along the backs of Gabriel’s legs, smoothing down his already impeccable fur.

He doesn’t take his time admiring the sight – is quite sure he is on a timer here before Gabriel’s nerves leave him and he’ll kick out and run away – so he just gets his face in there and licks it.

It is silky soft and smooth against his tongue. Jesse presses closer, smelling nothing but the warm scent of Gabriel’s body. He can feel the fat muscle tremble beneath his tongue as he licks again, and again, and grabs at the backs of Gabriel’s legs like he would at a lover’s ass.

They’re out in the open, any of his charges could come trotting around the corner, but it is not like it is unheard or unseen of Jesse to tend to his lovely creatures and soothe them through some of their anxieties with his thick, sturdy body.

However, Gabriel has proven himself to be delightfully skittish when it comes to being seen in a compromising situation, and it amuses Jesse to no end, even if he would never say so openly.

He keeps his licks slow and leisurely, dragging the flat of his tongue all around the black rim until it is shiny with spit and Gabriel is making soft, punched out noises.

When he starts utilizing his hands, thumbs on either side of the pouty rim to pull it a bit apart and let him lick inside, however, he starts getting louder. More agitated.

One of his big hoofs stomps at the ground, muscles twitching in his powerful hind legs as he makes aborted, deep-chested sounds that grab Jesse directly by the balls.

He wishes he could properly reach between Gabriel’s legs and grab at his cock that would be no-doubt out of the sheath by now, but he is also loath to leave his place at Gabriel’s ass; warm and silky as it is.

He wonders, as he listens to Gabriel muffle his whines against his big, muscular arms, if he could make him come like this; with a little human tongue in that big, tasty centaur ass of his.

He wonders if Gabriel would do as he always does when Jesse makes love to him, and immediately trot away after he’s come; embarrassed and a bit petulant, pretending like he wasn’t the least bit interested in Jesse’s thick, hairy body.

He just might have to find out.

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For the baby prompts! Pup McCree popping his knot early and embarrassing himself when pack Alpha Gabe presents to him for the first time (kinda a continuation of that pup McCree fic you did a while back) thanks boo

“What are you waiting for, kid?” Gabriel twists his hips at the waist sinuously, swerving his ass in a way that should be illegal. “Don’t got all day…”

It is enticing for sure – especially coupled with the spicy, warm Alpha smell permeating the air; thick enough that Jesse wants to follow it to the source and sniff and lick at the big man’s junk.

Gabriel looks back over his shoulder. The kid is not a kid anymore. Not really. Jesse is big, shoulders bulky and hips still boyishly slim. He’s hairy, too – especially under the arms where he is stupidly proud of it; and Gabriel’s belly does a slow, delicious flip when he watches him stand there, all bravado gone, hand’s on his dick as if to shield it.

Gabriel twists his hips again; sees how Jesse’s dark eyes follow the motion, his wide mouth dropping open to taste the pheromones in the air.

“Jesse,” he sing-songs with a smooth, coaxing voice, angles his knees farther apart. “Come here.”

Jesse jerks to life and follows the command obviously on autopilot. He is drilled to obey his commander’s voice, and Gabriel preens as he sees the flush on his cheeks.

The kid kneels behind him, big hands on Gabriel’s hips, and he can hear him breath out forcefully when he stretches cat-like and lowers his upper body down, arms outstretched before him.

Relaxed. Unconcerned about presenting like this to another Alpha. To feeling Jesse’s fat cock slide along his crack.

“Boss,” Jesse murmurs and shuffles closer; he gets his slim hips practically plastered against Gabriel’s ass, his hipbones sharp against him. Still needs to be fed some more, this one.

“You like this?” Gabriel asks, watching him over his shoulder. He can feel the wetness of Jesse’s dick; tacky and warm against his tailbone. Jesse nods wordlessly and swallows hard. Leans across Gabriel’s back and whines when he can’t blanket him like he is probably used to from Omegas and their generally smaller figures.

Instead, he curls his arms around Gabriel’s torso and holds on for dear life as he starts to jackrabbit against him; fucking the cleft of his ass.

It is not what he wants, exactly, but he still purrs for him. Gabriel knows when to use a treat instead of reprimands.

It is only when Jesse suddenly falters, his little whines taking on a decidedly desperate edge that Gabriel realizes maybe letting him rut like this hasn’t been a good idea after all.

Before he can buck him off and make him calm down, there is the hot splash of cum against the small of his back, Jesse fucking like a man much younger than he, biting at Gabriel’s shoulders and neck as he knots the fucking air like a pup.

“McCree,” Gabriel groans, forehead falling against the sheets, annoyed and still hot for a fuck, and quietly pleased with how much he has been able to rile Jesse up with so little.

Jesse just whimpers, and presses his hot, humiliated face between Gabriel’s shoulder blades.

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3rd Ko-Fi Fic Prompt!

Heed tags.

I was asked to write gassy Gabriel and supportive Jesse.

I hope it is enough farting action; I’m v sorry if not *lies down face first on ground*

:’ )))))))

Jesse is lucky that he’s been out in the field when the spoiled food was served in the cafeteria and subsequently took most of the Blackwatch agents down for the better of two days.

He receives the message with a disbelieving squawk of amusement, staring at his tablet almost in wonder. Who would have thought that a bit of spoiled grub would take Blackwatch down?

After all, he’s experienced first hand how hard-as-nails those guys and gals are; his first two years had been no fun at all – including his desperate puppy crush on Gabriel that’s been mostly unrequited or belittled until he’s finally put on some meaty muscles and rough facial hair – and the notion of most of them being out for the count because of some bad food is surreal, but… well. Not everyone has an iron stomach like him.

Though his has been trained more out of necessity than anything else.

He stares at the data pad, long legs stretched out in front of him, knocking shoulders with the sleeping agents to his left and right as the truck they come back in rattles across the road.

Three in the infirmary with food poisoning; twelve on a sick leave with upset tummies. Upset tummies. Jesse’s mouth is hanging open in a wide, disbelieving smile, fighting the urge to be upset because he’s not been there to witness it. Blackwatch agents getting send home into their beds like toddlers from daycare.

What. A. Hoot.

He can’t wait to get all the juicy details from Gabe.

.o.

“Hey there,” Jesse drawls as the door to Gabriel’s private quarters starts to slide open, elbow braced against the wall next to the door, everything about his posture casual and relaxed in a way he knows Gabriel hates – at least in the open where anybody could see.

His flirty grin slides off, however, when he sees Gabriel’s face: ashen and clammy with sweat. The commander is dressed in an undershirt and lose sleep shorts, and while Jesse in general appreciates the view, the way Gabriel is hunched over in exhaustion – or pain – sours the picture somewhat.

“No way,” he breathes, watching as Gabriel’s face goes darker, his full lips thinning into a strict frown.

“Go away. I’m on sick leave,” the commander croaks, but when he turns away and makes his way back to his messy bed, he does not close the door again. Jesse takes him up on the offer and slips inside, looking around the room. The air is stale and the lighting bad – courtesy to the shutters being mostly down and the sole window closed.

While Gabriel lets himself flop back onto the bed, Jesse pushes the window open to get some cool, fresh air inside. Gabriel does not comment, merely curls his knees up towards his chest and presses his face into the pillow.

Jesse stands there undecided, arms hanging at his sides, staring at Gabriel a bit helplessly. He feels like he must be looking like a puppy but the sight of his boss being anything but an in-charge bastard is leaving him decidedly off-kilter.

“How you doin’?” he finally makes himself ask, standing there awkwardly, feeling a lot younger and lankier again as he watches Gabriel’s curled up form on the bed.

Gabriel just grunts and turns his head minimally, one dark eye staring at him long and hard. Jesse huffs and takes it, shrugging as he ambles closer.

“Just wanted to make smalltalk,” he mumbles, and Gabriel answers with a rough, deep voice: “Don’t.”

Jesse sits on the edge of the bed, starting to push off his shoes, and socks – and then peeling himself out of the rest of his clothes. Gabriel asking long suffering: “What the fuck are you doing now?”

“Getting comfortable.”

When he’s naked, dick swinging comfortably in the breeze, he crawls behind Gabriel, plastering himself to his back.

“You reek,” the commander comments.

“Just came back from a mission, boss,” he answers mildly, his big arms slowly starting to unfold the small ball Gabriel had curled himself into. Gabriel growls but he does not protest; either because he’s too weak or because he wants to cuddle just as much as Jesse does but doesn’t want to admit it.

Gabriel squirms and Jesse lets him twist his upper body around, face mashing into the humid mess of Jesse’s unkempt beard. He’s not had a chance to trim it in the two weeks out, and it shows.

“Thought I reek,” he croons, hands sliding from Gabriel’s pecs down. He can feel the tight ridges of his abs through the thin fabric of the undershirt he is wearing. Gabriel does not elect to answer, and Jesse doesn’t push him on it; rather, he pushes his hips snug against his commander’s plush ass, cock already taking interest.

“Really?” Gabriel slurs against the warm skin of his neck. “You gettin’ hot for a sick man?”

“Gettin’ hot for everythin’, boss,” Jesse answers easily, and drawls over Gabriel’s derisive snort: “But ‘specially for that nice ass o’ yours… Damn. Been lovin’ it since the first time I seen it.”

Gabriel twists back around at that, his cheeks sporting a lot more color now which is certainly heartening to Jesse who grinds forward, letting Gabriel feel the thick line of his cock as he hooks his chin over his commander’s shoulder and murmurs low and filthy: “Always loved your fat ass…”

He grabs at one thick cheek, digging his fingers in deep, and Gabriel – Gabriel yelps, one hand shooting down to clench on Jesse’s wrist.

“Uh?”

“D-Don’t, I… ah…” He peters out, and Jesse lifts his head, peering into his boss’ face which is all anew wet with sweat, though instead of pale he is decidedly red, eyes glassy as he glances first at Jesse’s face, then back in front of him. “The spoiled food really doesn’t… sit well.”

Jesse squints at him and mulls his words over while still rocking his hips, slowly fucking along Gabriel’s clothed asscrack.

“You got gas?” he finally surmises and Gabriel’s face hardens with annoyance, cheeks darkening as his flush grows fiercer. “Yes, if you want to know so badly,” he hisses, agitated.

They both fall quiet again. Jesse squirms, face feeling hot under his scruff, cock wetting against Gabriel’s tailbone until he feels it due to the tacky fabric against his skin and asks, exasperatedly: “What??”

“…Can I still fuck you? It’s kinda hot.”

Gabriel becomes very still at that, and Jesse keeps gently fucking between his cheeks, staring down to watch it happen – and to not have to look at Gabriel’s no-doubt shocked, disgusted face.

“You’re a freak,” Gabriel finally chokes out, voice a bit high with embarrassment or humiliation – but he does not fight Jesse when he slowly starts tugging his shorts down beneath the swell of his ass.

.o.

“Slow, s-slow,” Gabriel whimpers, body strung so very tight, his hand curled around Jesse’s wrist again, holding on for dear life. Jesse, dutifully, keeps it slow, sweat prickling at his temples as he feels how feverishly hot Gabriel is inside, tight enough to hurt due to him trying so very hard to keep everything… ah… contained…

“‘M trying, jefe,” he whines, “but you need t’ relax a bit… fuck…”

He’s got his other arm curled beneath Gabriel, hand on his lower belly – ostensibly to soothe him and keep him close, but the matter of fact is that he can feel how tight his poor belly was and how the air was moving through his guts, and… and that makes Jesse so very hot.

Hot enough that his cock was flexing within the tight death grip of Gabriel’s body, balls tight enough they goddamn hurt.

“Relax,” he whispers again, “nobody here to judge. If it happens it… it just happens, alright?”

God, but he wants it to happen. Wants Gabriel to… to-

Gabriel whimpers – Goddamn WHIMPERS – and relaxes, and Jesse can’t hear it, but he can feel it – that release of hair slipping by his cock warm and silky and making him jerk forward mindlessly, trying to stuff Gabriel of more dick while his boss has frozen completely in utter mortification.

“Oh fuck… Oh shit… jefe,” Jesse groans, hips jerking forward, body pressing hard and insistent against Gabriel’s back until he’s almost pushed him onto his belly; almost lying on his back and dicking him deep by sheer force of gravity – and of course Gabriel can’t hold on like that.

He tries to, tries to oh-so-hard, grunting with a desperate, tight voice: “Jesse! Jesse, n-no stay – stay still!” but the rutting motions are forcing more air out of him, Jesse’s cock fat and so very substantial; holding him open and not letting him be decent as he dicks him like he’s trying to churn the air inside his guts.

It’s not quiet like this; not when Jesse is throwing caution to the wind and ignoring Gabriel’s cracking voice begging him to stay still, to go slower – he can’t, not when every motion is accompanied by the obscene sound of Gabriel farting on his cock.

“Fuck, boss… f-fuck… so good…” His voice has gone high and whiney. He can’t help it. His ears are burning hot and embarrassed, listening to the sounds he is forcing from his commander’s body, feeling the bubbling air escape next to his cock, and perversely warming his balls.

Gabriel is whimpering, hiding his face in the pillow, body gone lax now that everything is lost. He does not protest Jesse’s hand anymore, grabbing at his ass cheek and pulling it to the side, making the sounds being fucked out of him louder and more prominent – and he does not fight the hand on his belly, gently pressing down, massaging the unwanted air out of his guts.

His cock is… humiliatingly hard, trapped in his shorts, wetting through the fabric as Jesse fills him up to the very brim, his fat cock pressing into all those needy, itching spots that have been begging for a scratch since the kid went out on the mission and took his stupid dick with him.

Jesse sounds like he’s about to bust a vessel behind him, which is… reassuring, somehow. How deeply, unapologetically Jesse is into getting his dick farted on; like he relishes in the humiliation, and, knowing Jesse, he probably does.

He’d probably love it if Gabriel were to slap his dick around; stepped on his balls; told him how bad he was using it. Let him fuck him and be bored about it. Fart on it.

Hell, Jesse has probably already been fantasizing about something like it. Probably put Gabriel in some stupid dominatrix lingerie.

These thoughts make it a bit more bearable. Not like he’s putting his future career completely into Jesse’s huge, nimble hands.

Jesse, meanwhile, is biting at the back of his neck. He’s chuffing like and engine, slurred words of endearment muffled against the wet skin he’s been so liberally drooling against.

“Ye’re the best, jefe. The best. Fuck. Th-Thank you.”

Gabriel closes his eyes, his ears burning, hearing and feeling the relief of finally being able to empty his tight belly of all the excess air. He already feels better. A lot.

“Thank you,” he whispers back, but he’s pretty sure Jesse doesn’t hear him; not when he’s close to coming, cock flexing inside Gabriel, pressing into squishy, hot walls, his mouth wet and hot as he puts it against Gabriel’s ear and mumbles quick and hot: “Can ye fart my cum back out? On my dick?”

Gabriel whines, turns his head away from the scruffy, sloppy kiss Jesse is pressing against his ears and neck – and nods.

Shit man just gimme more young brat McCree calling Gabe ‘Daddy’ as he gets the lights fucked clean out of him. (Hell, time fuckery and young blackwatch McCree gets fucked by Reaper and still calls him ‘Daddy’)

Same anon as timefuckery but MAN GIVE ME TRANSGENDER YOUNG MCCREE CALLING GABE/REAPER DADDY. Just fuck me up fam.

It was the worst when Jesse still had the mind and audacity to laugh as Gabriel felt him up; ranging above the skinny body, mouth on one nipple barely cushioned by the little bit of fat that remained even after his life in Deadlock, and big fingers diving deep into the mess that was his cunt, hidden beneath the unkempt tangle of his pubes; a sweet little space for Gabriel to wreck and get soft and spread on his thrusting, twisting fingers.

If Jesse still could laugh, fingers scratching Gabriel’s shoulders up, knees jittery and jumping next to his hips, it meant that he was doing something wrong. That he hadn’t made Jesse sorry for being such an infuriating slut that could never sit fucking still.

He grunts, Jesse’s breathless giggling ringing in his ears, and bites meanly at the small, brown nipple just to get McCree to make another sound. He chokes on his goddamn laughter and becomes absolutely still for a second, fingers trying and failing to grab at Gabriel’s shorn head, spasming at his scalp and pressing his face close to his chest, mashing his scarred nose into the small, hard pillow of his tit before he whispers a small, almost awed sounding “Oh.”

Gabriel snorts, eyebrows drawn in concentration, fingers sliding through the mess of slick between Jesse’s thighs and carding away the generous tangle of his pubes, seeking… seeking… and finally finding Jesse’s clit.

Jesse howls and bucks up, legs lifting into the air without prompting, long narrow feet bouncing in the air as he tries to make Gabriel rub him the way he likes it; in sharp and hard little circles right across the fat nub as he kept him filled with two fingers, testing the give of his walls, how ready he was…

“Daddy,” Jesse whines suddenly, his voice all over the place. Gabriel grins and simply changes nipples, teeth sharp as he tests the very edges against the small nipple.

Jesse forgets to breathe, eager fear making him pat Gabriel’s back down with shivery hands. He fears his teeth just as much as he looks forward to them.

“Daddy,” he whispers, hips twisting, fucking up, “Daddy, please.”

At least he wasn’t laughing anymore. He always forgot to be a little punk shit when Gabriel put his mind to it. Jesse is tall and broad in the shoulders and still his snatch looks so damnably tiny whenever Gabriel nudges his cock up against it. In the diffuse light the soft insides are as bright red as a stop sign in midst of his pubes. A slick, glinting gash for Gabriel to nudge the head of his dick through; let it take a sniff of the treat it was to get.

“Yeah? You want your Daddy to fuck you like this? With your skinny legs in the air like a whore?” he growls and tilts his hips forward, the very tip starting to slowly, agonizingly spread Jesse open.

He goes silent, then. Gabriel can see his toes curl and spread rhythmically where they hang in the air, just about bouncing in his peripheral.

“Never get a fuckin’ word out when you’re supposed to,” he grunts, pushing in deeper, beads of sweat starting to form on his forehead as the squishy walls immediately close around him warm and welcoming; trying to suckle him deeper into that goddamn trap.

Jesse’s voice has become very high and very soft. Little ‘oh… oh… oh’s as he waits for Gabriel to fill him; stretch him out on his commander’s big cock until he can feel it warm his belly from the inside.

“You’ll learn,” Gabriel promises against a scruffy jaw, large hand cupping a small, hard tit and squeezing it. “You’ll learn, baby.”