McCree/Lúcio/Reyes – continuation of this – loss of virginity; sloppy seconds; sleepy sex – finally it’s Jesse’s turn. Lúcio is very generous.
Gabriel looks like he’s about to pass out, lying sprawled across the foot of the bed, arm thrown across his eyes. His cock resting against his big, muscular thigh; soft and still wet from fucking Lúcio within an inch of his life.
Jesse knows because he’s watched it happen; had to sit still and listen to Lúcio make the darndest of sounds as he got speared on his first ever dick and got his belly made hot and tingly by it.
And now Jesse has to keep sitting, cock hard enough to hammer a nail while the kid is draped across one of his thick thighs and seems just as out of it as Reyes does. More so, maybe; he’s become all tuckered-out and quiet long before Gabriel’s thrust stuttered to a halt and he filled him up to the brim, stuttering something about the kid’s insides feeling like goddamn magma, and how they’re still trembling and milking him like a pro.
He is staring at the kid and wondering muddily in his desperation whether he shouldn’t just use his wet little mouth to get off; maybe push against his plush, slack lips and drag his dick against his tongue until he shoots off.
Or maybe he should jerk himself with Lúcio’s hair. It looks soft and thick… He’s sure Lúcio wouldn’t mind. He has yet to see him become actually angry. He’d probably laugh it off when he wakes up, forehead tacky and sticky with cum, one eye glued shut because it dripped down towards his nose and McCree was too busy taking photos instead of wiping it off…
Goddamn, but he’s horny and needy, and fuck Gabriel for using the little virgin up before Jesse could have a go at that creamy little hole.
Just before he finally makes his mind up, fingers already playing with one thick dreadlock, Lúcio suddenly stirrs.
He groans and turns his head, nuzzling briefly into Jesse’s hairy thigh before throwing him a small glance out of the corner of one tired eye.
As Jesse watches, Lúcio looks around, spotting Gabriel sprawled out and just barely-not sleeping, then he looks back to Jesse and his cock, still so very hard and ruddy.
He pushes himself up on shaking arms, and then he does the darndest thing: he turns around on the spot between Jesse’s splayed thighs and drops his upper body back down against the mattress.
Jesse finds himself confronted with the sloppy gape of that gorgeous, freshly defiled hole and damn but *bless this filthy boy’s big heart* because Lúcio is glancing back at him and swaying his ass from side to side, and, when Jesse doesn’t react quick enough he purrs: “Please?”
Bless him. Bless him, bless him, bless him.
They bounce the bed as Jesse tries to get his legs beneath him without dislodging Lúcio between them, and Gabriel grunts and throws them a miffed look until he realizes what is happening, and his face changes to polite interest as he turns on his side and props his head up with one arm to watch.
Finally, Jesse is behind Lúcio, and has his big hands on the kid’s trim hips. He stares down at the wet little muscle, just a bit of cum oozing out, and he uses a thumb to idly rub it into the skin until Lúcio purrs for him and makes little needy noises.
He does not need prep now. He’s plenty wet and stretched and fucked, and Jesse has always been a good sport about coming in second. Sloppy holes can be the most grateful, he’s learned in the past, and Lúcio, thankfully, is no different.
He purrs like a motorboat as Jesse starts pressing in. There’s none of the twitching and whining involved when he has to adjust to a big dick; instead he takes it like a good slut and holds nice and still as Jesse fills him up, gliding on the generous amount of slick Gabriel has deposited in him before.
When he’s seated, though, life comes back into the little slut. Lúcio looks back at him, his tongue poking out thoughtlessly between his lips; showing off the little piercing that has started it all.
He’s frowning mildly, though not in displeasure. He seems surprised by how big Jesse feels, even after taking Gabriel, and Jesse grins at him slow and smug. He drags a hand along Lúcio’s spine and croons at him wordlessly as begins to fuck like that; hunched over and curled above him, dicking him slow and deep and gentle to let Lúcio feel how good it can be to have a dick dragging along the swollen walls of his guts.
Lúcio gurgles and puts his head down on his arms, but there’s no way he can sleep when Jesse is slowly and intensely fucking the cum inside his belly frothy until it starts dripping out of him.
Gabriel is watching with his eyes heavy lidded and sleepy. He has a fist around his cock, but it does not get more than mildly interested in the proceedings. He’s never looked more like a predator to Jesse, though.
He’s surprised how much he enjoys the quiet attention; getting watched as he gives it to Lúcio good, albeit slow.
It is Jesse’s specialty, really; just letting his big cock work its magic without having to do much himself. Lúcio sure as hell is appreciative of it. He’s started whining now, probably realizing how taxing it is to go two times in a row, but not willing to stop it, either.
A true little cockslut.