11th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 6th Fill

McCree/Reyes – continuation of this fic – demons Jesse and Gabriel; rough sex; choking/asphyxiation; 69 position; demon cocks/demon anatomy – it does not always have to be punishment. Sometimes they just want to enjoy themselves.

Jesse gets punished for his cheek on a regular basis, and even though he always cries and begs and debases himself for all the other demons to see, he comes looking for it again and again and again.

He seems to love punishment more than anybody else. If he takes offence to the lesser demons trying to get one up on him and use his pathetic displays during Gabriel’s *disciplinary actions* against him, he does not show it.

He stomps any signs of rebellion with a ruthless efficiency that Gabriel grudgingly admires, only to turn around the next second and do some dumb shit that will net him some more humiliation.

Gabriel can fuck him into submission as often as he likes but he starts suspecting that Jesse is some kind of torture devised specifically for him: no matter how often he fucks his hole bloody and leaves him with his face in the dirt and his sloppy, fucked-out cunt in the air for everybody to see, it never seems to stick with the younger demon. He takes it in stride. Craves it. Needs it again and again.

They don’t always fuck as a punishment, though.

It’s bad practice, maybe. Gabriel should be more strict. Get Jesse to come to heel before giving him even an inch – because Jesse will always take the whole hand and more if given the chance, but…

Well.

Gabriel is weak sometimes, too.

Jesse can be awfully cute. Especially when they’re curled around each other, stuffing each other’s cock down their throat.

He’s in love with Gabriel’s dick, simple as that, and feeling him studiously paying attention to every frill, snaking his tongue beneath the hard chitin scales to get at the silky flesh beneath is… eye opening.

Especially when he gets desperate for it when someone were to curl their tail around his throat and squeeze until his face takes on an alarming shade of dark red, for example…

Gabriel is giving Jesse’s balls lazy kitten licks. He’s not much in the mood to suck dick, but he’ll cuddle with it some. It’s definitely enough to keep Jesse happy while he struggles both for breath and to keep snaking his impudent, silky tongue beneath one of the smaller scales close to the tip of Gabriel’s cock.

Jesse is easily placated with a few half-assed sucks and liberal drooling across his balls, and even if he feels particularly pushy, he usually subsides quick enough when Gabriel puts his sharp claws to use.

Right now he probably wouldn’t even notice if Gabriel started paying attention to the small hole at the crown of his cock, trying to stuff his pliable, long tongue into it. With every squeeze of Gabriel’s cock around his throat, his dick surges against Gabriel’s cheek, and Jesse’s leathery wings spasm.

He gurgles but still manages to push one finger beneath one of Gabriel’s scales and tease it up enough to show off the tender, dark pink flesh beneath. Gabriel shudders, the frills along his cock flaring for a moment before lying back down, sleek except for the one little plate Jesse is paying attention to at the moment.

Gabriel loosens his tail, and Jesse pauses for a moment as he gasps for air, his body going relaxed and hot, cock jerking and spurting out a fat string of pre-cum against Gabriel’s cheek and neck.

Before Gabriel can squeeze down again, Jesse suddenly surges forward and stuffs his cock down his throat. Gabriel curses and digs his claws into Jesse’s thighs until he bleeds. Jesse whines but does not let off. He seems fiercely determined to somehow fuck his throat onto Gabriel’s cock.

Gabriel snorts, but lets him have at it. Nobody has ever been as enamored with his dick as Jesse. He is a goddamn freak, but that makes him fit to them pretty well, Gabriel supposes.

While Jesse tries to kill himself on this cock, Gabriel pays idle attention to that sweet little space behind the other demon’s balls. His tongue snakes out long, pushing leisurely into the magma hot insides of Jesse.

His intestines convulse, throbbing around the intrusion. Welcoming him. He could dish out punishment as often as he likes and Jesse’s slutty, gluttonous body would still crave him and debase itself just so he would come and fuck it into a mess some more.

He forgets sometimes that Jesse is a lust demon. He does not know why; especially when his insides seem to come alive with their own mind, rippling and squeezing and hugging in a way that he refuses to believe is intentional when Jesse is currently choking quite literally on Gabriel’s cock.

Gabriel has mercy on him, in the end. His tail tightens around Jesse’s throat once more, but this time to tug him away and off his dick. Jesse fights him every bit of the way, the stupid bastard, and when he’s finally off of him, it is only seconds before Gabriel grunts and the scales along his cock flare open viciously before he pumps thick, long strings of hot cum across Jesse’s face, and into his hastily opened mouth.

Damn these greedy lust demons.

10th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 10th Fill

McCree/Hanzo/Reyes/Morrison – virgin!McCree; chubby!McCree; premature ejaculation; body worship; chub appreciation; self-loathing in the beginning – McCree has stumbled into the clutches of three horny, hungry men.

He doesn’t know how he’s stumbled his way into this situation. He doesn’t know how to get out of it again, either. Hanzo is at his left, Morrison at his right, and the goddamn *Commander* is down at his knee level, looking like a big, dangerous cat as he grins up at him wide and lowers his head, cheek rubbing against the bulge straining in Jesse’s jeans.

“Always wanted to get my fingers on that gorgeous fat cock,” he purrs.

Jesse gurgles something. His belly twists uncomfortably at the word *fat* but his cock is too nervously excited by the proceedings. He swallows and struggles half-heartedly, trying to pull his arms out of the grip Hanzo and Morrison have on him.

He feels like a bug wiggling on his back. A fat bug. He glances around at the tightly muscled bodies around him, then back at Reyes whose face is half-hidden behind the roll of chub spilling above Jesse’s jeans.

He swallows and closes his eyes tightly. He’s only wanted to give them his report and be on his way. He hadn’t meant to barge right into the hot and heavy make-out session between the three.

“I ah…”

He makes a high-pitched, pathetic sound as he feels Reyes open his pants. He sucks his belly in and feels his cheeks go a dark, ruddy red under his unkempt beard.

“I can go again,” he offers and Morrison laughs next to him, deep and rough.

“Oh no… we want you to *come*.” Hanzo huffs on the other side, sounding annoyed by the pun. His dark eyes are sharp like a bird of prey’s, taking in Jesse’s pathetic body and he feels sick with it until his cock is out and Reyes makes a sound like he’s dying and loving every second of it.

“Goddamn it’s good. Fuck… Been waiting for years for this…”

Jesse wheezes as Reyes’ mouth shoves over the crown of his cock, wet and hot and silky. He jerks again, eyes squeezed tightly shut.

Reyes sucks, and Jesse, pathetically, humiliatingly comes without fanfare. One second he’s shaking in Morrison’s and Shimada’s grip, the next his hips are lifting up and Reyes makes a sound of surprise as hot, thick cum splashes against his tongue.

There’s a ringing in Jesse’s ears and it takes him a while to realize that everything has become deathly silent. When he opens his eyes, all three men are staring at him with wide eyes.

He pulls his hand out of Morrison’s slack grip and lets it slap against his face.

“Shit…” he mumbles. He does not know what he expects them to do next. Definitely not them crawling all over him, their mouths wet and needy as they suck at his soft tits and bite against the chub on his hips.

“Damn that was hot… fuck… you’re so sensitive, aren’t you?”

He can’t make out who said it. It could’ve been Morrison; might have even been Reyes. There are hands between his legs, urging them apart, kneading his thick thighs until the big muscles there jump.

Someone is at his balls, weighing their heft and feeling how big and full they still are.

They don’t ask him, thankfully, though that might just mean it is glaringly, pathetically obvious: Jesse McCree’s still a virgin. His cock is big and fat still, drooling against his belly until someone pulls it up and pushes their greedy, wet mouth across it.

He whines and arches. He wants to feel humiliated as someone squeezes his soft, chubby tits and pushes them together like a pair of breasts, but they sound just as fucked out as he does; murmuring feverishly about how hot he is; how nice his dick is; how good it feels in their greedy hands and greedier mouths.

“Could fuck those tits…” that was Morrison.

There’s a tongue at his balls and when Jesse makes himself look down, Shimada has switched places with Reyes and is nuzzling and sucking at the large testicles; testing how loose they are in the silky skin.

Jesse thinks he must be dreaming… or dying. He bucks helplessly and Reyes has mercy on him; provides him with his greedy, hot mouth to fuck into.

The thought makes Jesse’s brain stall. He is fucking someone. His dick is in a warm, welcoming hole and he’s fucking, however inexpert, into it; taking what he wants.

Reyes sounds about as delirious as Jesse feels. Like he’s the one allowed to nervously rabbit-fuck into his first soft orifice instead of Jesse, whose brain is feeling liquid by now.

Morrison is lowering himself, his rough fingers pinching at Jesse’s fat, sensitive nipples, making his trembling mouth drop open in a wordless cry.

He bends down, noses at Jesse’s hot flushed ear and murmurs: “Pretty little virgin, aren’t’cha?”

And Jesse comes again into Reyes’ mouth; all across his hot, clever tongue, and Hanzo curses low, his silky voice gone rough and deep. Jesse can hear an indistinct: “Just ten minutes… my God…”

But it does not make much sense. Not when there’s a hand on his twitching sac, lovingly cradling it as if it wants to help him push out all that thick creamy cum stored in there.

Someone is grabbing at his belly, digging their fingers into the chub, and for once in his life it is not followed by a wave of self-loathing anxiety.

He almost sobs.

5th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 4th Fill

McReyes – kitty!Gabriel; ball worship; mild CBT – Commander Reyes uses Jesse’s balls for stress-relief

“Ah… h… C-Commander-” Jesse grabs at the desk, sweat-wet palm sliding off against the slick surface. He tries again and again, and then settles on slamming his elbows onto the surface and grabbing his unruly hair, because the only other option is to grab at Gabriel’s head and… that isn’t really an option.

He’s pretty sure Gabriel will castrate him if he so much as pulls on the soft, rounded ears on top of his head.

So he is left to sit and rip at his own hair, hips trying and failing not to curve rhythmically upwards as the Commander is huddled beneath the large desk and purrs like a motorboat.

Jesse can’t see him, but he can feel him. Big shoulders keep his legs from snapping together as Gabriel plays with his junk, and the fact that he’s at the cat’s mercy is getting him hotter than it should. Especially when the slow, self-indulgent licking of his nuts shifts into Gabriel’s big hands with sharp claws cradling them to shift them more to his liking.

So the rough sandpaper tongue can more easily get at the sensitive little spot between his balls and his asshole, making Jesse gasp and whine for God’s sake because the knowledge of the Commander being this close to licking his asshole is frying his brain cells.

“Please,” he whispers. Gabriel does not react. He just keeps purring, the sound a deep vibration that has been rumbling through his balls for so long that they’re starting to go fucking numb.

When Gabriel licks, he can never determine whether he loves or hates it. The abrasive texture of his tongue is against everything his balls are used to; and he usually likes a soft, wet suckling – but when Gabriel is the one doing it, it is suddenly okay and very hot.

He winces when Gabriel starts to goddamn groom his ballsac, hair getting tugged until tears are springing to his eyes, but his cock does not seem to get the memo as it is hard and drooling and kept away from getting Gabriel’s ears tacky with an iron hand that pins it to Jesse’s belly.

Sometimes, Jesse likes to fantasize how it would be if Gabriel were one of those sweet kittens you could find… just about anywhere else. One of those that curl around you and purr like a sweet little… washing machine or some shit. Those that will present and lift their tail and make a ruckus until you deep dick them into the mattress.

He likes to think about how it’d be if Gabriel, built like a brick wall, presents for him. Lets him grab his deep black tail and hold it while he fucks him.

It’s difficult to get into the fantasy, however, when reality is just so vastly different. Gabriel is hot, but he’s mean and he’ll take no shit. He rumbles like that old, near-death truck Jesse used to drive when still in Deadlock, and he’s not presented even once.

Instead, he prefers to sweetly torture Jesse’s nuts when he’s in the mood for some stress-relief. He’ll lick and nuzzle, both just hard enough to be this side of painful; and sometimes, he’ll-

Jesse jerks upright when he feels the hand holding his sac tighten around it. He slams his hands onto the table and ineffectually scratches with blunt fingernails at the surface while Gabriel threatens him with the points of his sharp claws.

“Gabriel…” he rasps. He tries to make it sound threatening, but it is difficult when you are the one with the claws at your balls.

Gabriel does not react one way or another. He just keeps doing his thing: he begins gently kneading Jesse’s sac as he nuzzles his nose into the sensitive fold of skin between them and the base of his dick.

Jesse does not have it in him to try and dissuade him from the whole thing. His stupid dick is still drooling and pulsing against Gabriel’s palm.

Fuck his puppy eager conditioning.

5th Batch of Ko-Fi Fics: 1st Fill

McCree/Reyes – pit and ass worship; rimming; sweaty; mild stink kink – Gabriel has just worked out and Jesse can’t get over how tasty he is.

“Jesse…” Gabriel twists slightly, vaguely trying to get out from beneath McCree’s heavy body, but not struggling enough to make Jesse stop. If it were anybody else, Jesse would even say Gabriel is squirming at having his armpit inspected so closely – but he rather not say that out loud. Reyes can be a prickly bastard, after all.

“Jus’ a few minutes,” he begs, voice slurred and a bit whiny. He already feels light-headed from the salty smell of clean sweat, and the feeling of heaving his head wedged between Gabriel’s ribcage and large, meaty bicep.

His whole body is made to crush a man’s head and Jesse loves it.

“You are disgusting,” Reyes mutters. It sounds muffled; he’s probably hiding his face again. Jesse gets off on how vulnerable Gabriel is behind closed doors. How his abrasive outdoor personality switches to near-submissive levels of bickering when Jesse got him spread out and worships his body.

“Yeah,” he groans into the sensitive skin of the Commander’s armpit. He digs his feet into the comforter and pushes himself up more firmly. Gets his face in there to feel the wet tickle of hair against his cheek.

Gabriel smells amazing; especially after a good workout. He might pout and huff about Jesse pushing him down and wanting to get little kitten licks in on the tender skin beneath his arms, but he still wears those ridiculously tantalizing muscle shirts as well; all for better access, Jesse likes to think.

He lifts his head, staring at the hard curve of Gabriel’s jaw, and gently but inexorably guides his arm up and above his head. Gets him to stretch out nicely in front of him – and when he playfully tugs at the dark hair curling wet in Gabriel’s armpit, the Commander gasps for him and does this weird little twist once more; his tiny workout shorts tenting obscenely with his erection.

“God, you look amazing,” McCree croons, tugs once more, then gently drags his fingers from Gabriel’s pit up his lovely stretched bicep. “Turn around for me, okay?”

Gabriel does not look at him; in fact, he has his face still hidden behind his hand, his jaw working as he grinds his teeth and seems to debate whether to follow along or not.

In the end, his own neediness wins out and he turns around with a little grunt, hips immediately shifting as he begins gently fucking his cock against the insides of his shorts.

“There ya go…” Jesse’s voice is pitched lower. Rougher. A good imitation of what it would become in a few year’s time – and Gabriel groans into the pillow he’s got clenched between his teeth now; his lovely cock undoubtedly wetting the fabric of his shorts by now.

Jesse savors the moment in which he pulls down Gabriel’s shorts; makes it nice and slow so he can see how the meaty ass is practically spilling out of them – nice and fat and with a good amount of jiggle that makes Jesse’s insides clench hard and hot and needy.

“Damn, boss,” he whispers, big hands on Gabriel’s ass in a second; kneading the cheeks and pulling them apart without pretense so he can see the lovely hole he’s hiding there; muscle puffy and clenched tightly; twitching beneath Jesse’s insolent fingers. “I fucken’ love your ass. Never seen anythin’ like it.”

He probably sounds drunk as he slurs his words, nestling himself between Gabriel’s thighs so his head is on level with the object of his ardent adoration.

“Could take pictures with it.”

He leans forward, tongue out; getting a slow, self-indulgent lick in. He kind of wants to worm a hand beneath the Commander; get his palm cupped against the wet head of his dick – but he is loathe to get his hands off of Gabriel’s ass. He needs to keep it spread and vulnerable for his greedy tongue. Needs to bury his face as deeply as he can and inhale the sour scent of Gabriel’s ass after a good workout.

Fuck, but Gabriel is tasty.

I tried writing A/B/O but I’m still bad at it södflkjasdflajfb practice makes perfect and all that jazz… it’s also not quite what I wanted to write in the first place

~~I wanted there to be a lot more non-con breeding fantasy for Jesse~~

Jesse had just wanted to… he doesn’t know what he had wanted to. Maybe check up on his boss; just make sure everything was alright. Be a nuisance until he got so deeply under Gabriel’s skin that he got wrestled to the ground again and have all of that heavy, fragrant body pressed to his back.

Something like that. He had forgotten about his vague original plan the moment he had set foot into his boss’ rooms and caught sight of him on his bed; naked and sweating and just on the fine edge between looking fucked out and in unimaginable pain.

“Oh fuck,” Jesse murmured against his palm, hand cupping his mouth, feeling the rough bristles of his beard (the one he started to let purposefully go out of bounds because his team mates were constantly teasing him about trying to look like his idol Reyes).

Reyes was half on his side, one leg pulled up to give himself room to work his fingers into his slick hole, but he didn’t look like an Omega that had a damn good time; he looked like a big, rough, battle hardened warrior that was close to breaking down into tears; eyes open but hazy and dull; belly fluttering in the quick, pumping breaths of an animal in pain.

“Boss?” Jesse asks softly, voice rough and cracking. He takes a wobbling step closer.

.o.

Jesse has a nice cock; long and thick with an ample bush for anybody to get lost in if they wanted to nuzzle into it – but still, it was sleek, and when his boss sees it, he throws his head like an agitated stallion, a fine spray of sweat droplets fanning out from the motion.

He grunts – whimpers – but still struggles up onto his knees, angling his ass up into the air; bowing his back until it looked painful. Offering himself up. Presenting.

His hole is a dark, secret space between his cheeks, beckoning Jesse closer until he can’t help but crawl over him, heart pounding in his chest fast enough to make him nauseous.

He’s only been with an Omega once, and they had been out of heat – and Jesse thinks he has to watch out otherwise Reyes will rip his dick off and use it as a toy until he can prowl down an Alpha that can help him the way he wants.

Jesse noses at the nape of Reyes’ neck and receives a harsh growl as reward. He rears back immediately, chastised; cock nudging against the dripping, feverishly hot hole. Sinking into Reyes is like fucking into liquid iron; he almost thinks it must have to hurt; that he should be howling, but all he does is grunt way back in his throat, lifting onto the balls of his feet – really climbing up onto Reyes’ ass to breed him like a dog on the sidewalk-

Breed.

Jesse’s mind stumbles across the word, trips him up enough that he forgets to fuck for a second, until Reyes yowls beneath him, his whole body shivering in the throes of his passion-pain.

Jesse’s brow furrows, his hips going loose and warm; starting up a shallow rhythm that is designed not to leave Reyes’ body for more than a couple inches.

The Omega seems happy with it; almost purrs, stretching, the stone-hard clench of his belly softening ever so slightly beneath Jesse’s pawing, sweating hand.

Breeding. He’s going to breed Reyes. Nevermind that it is not possible; that both of them are on contraception – he’s going to breed his Omega commander up; get him fat with his young so everybody can see.

He’s gonna fuck him deep and good until he can deposit his cream right where it’s needed; where Reyes’ body can start working with it.

He doesn’t word any of those thoughts; head still carefully held to the side, not trying to flirt out a bite again.

He’s helplessly submissive to the Omega, but a Beta can still dream…

Why don’t you move your hips for me, hm” please for mcreyes?

Jesse flushes dully. He looks a second away from throwing out a stupid one-liner and destroying the mood. Gabriel snaps his fingers once, sharp to get the man’s attention and murmurs: “Why don’t you move your hips for me, hm?” before Jesse can think of more than how uncomfortable the situation makes him.

McCree’s face shuts down and he turns his head away – which is a shame; Gabriel loves seeing when his boy has fun – but he does move; a slow swaying of his thick hips.

He moves slowly, tests out the waters, and when Gabriel just keeps watching, he garners some momentum and slowly lifts his arms, hands grabbing at his messy hair.

Gabriel hums low, rough, is mesmerized by the sight of Jesse’s biceps flexing; the tight shirt stretching impossibly across his shoulders and wide chest.

He dances to no music other than the soft jingling of his spurs whenever he shuffles his feet; turning slightly to let Gabriel have a better view of his broad hips; the strong profile of his thighs and the roundness of his ass.

“Magnificent,” Gabriel sighs, slipping a little lower, fiddling with a cigarette.

Jesse’s face is mostly obscured; turned away and angled towards the floor as it is – but between the strands of his messy hair he can see the sharp white grin of the man.

Seems his boy has found the merit in the task after all.

He hated how he got like this. How he needed it, the relief of the word out of his mouth. The shame of it washing over him.

But it was undeniable all the same; he arched his ass up, offering the sweet, warm slit of his hole to Jesse McCree and he sounded like he was choking as he rasped “Daddy…”

He pressed his face into his arms, refusing to look back and see McCree’s smug face. His hands were huge on Gabriel’s hips, squeezing, feeling up how broad they were. How sturdy.

Still, Gabriel felt goddamn small compared to Jesse. He’d filled out almost violently in his time here; the scrawny, mouthy kid suddenly a lumbering tree; tall and thick and hairy.

Gabriel could feel the crisp, dark hair tickling him as he got pulled onto Jesse’s lap, the slide slow and inexorable. There was no way to escape McCree’s lazy dominance. His cocksure knowledge that Gabriel Reyes was in love with his dick and would never deny it.

His thighs are huge and warm and rock hard, forcing Gabriel to spread his knees father; to accommodate their sheer width.

“That’s it,” McCree croons, indistinct, a cigar clamped between his teeth. “What a sweet little hole you have. Such a gorgeous little peach; just for me.”

Gabriel moves his knees, shifts his legs, digs his toes into the bedding. He is restless, his thighs quivering, large chest heaving as he arches some more – offers himself up, cock swinging heavily between his thighs. It feels like a hot, pulsing wound; stuffed full.

He can feel McCree’s lazy regard. He’s never been impatient; always slow and deliberate; almost obtuse in his fucking. Gabriel had no idea where he learned how to work his body like he did.

McCree shifts behind him. Gabriel can hear him slowly, deeply inhale – and then exhale, the tickle of the smoke blowing in a steady, gentle stream against his clenching hole.

“All just for me,” Jesse purrs and Gabriel almost swallows his tongue.

“Da-…”

Jesse maneuvers him and angles him; using his Commander’s body, slipping the fat, blunt tip of his cock into that warm, prepared space. Gabriel can feel his eyes tear up with the stretch; can feel his tongue starting to loll out because it’s that or try and scramble away from the mind boggling pressure; the feeling of sheer, dumbfounding fullness as McCree starts rocking in slowly, making him stretch, stretch, stretch, filling him up, up, up; one huge hand on Gabriel’s round hip – the other petting him, rubbing soothingly across his back.

“Good boy,” Jesse hums. He shifts, finally, goes up onto his knees and ranges across Gabriel’s body – lets him feel how huge the kid had gotten; his massive thighs slotted in right behind Gabriel’s. “God, you feel so good. Perfect cunt for daddy. Perfect, goddamn cunt.”

Gabriel can’t breathe; the cock has filled out his whole being and doesn’t let him take any more air in. His belly feels swollen; hot. Like he’s filled with warm stones. He feels like he has to be bloated with McCree’s dick. He wants him out. He wants him away. He wants him to move and fuck him and curl one of his thick, hairy arms across Gabriel’s chest and hold him tenderly as he rocked into him.

McCree seemed incapable of really fucking. Maybe he was too lazy. Maybe he was not interested in a quick, hard slap of hips.

All he did was rock and make Gabriel crazy on the length of his barely shifting dick.

“Daddy,” Gabriel whispered, explosively, the shame cresting within him, nipples going hard and painfully sensitive. “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy…”

“I gotcha,” McCree rumbles, rubs his unkempt beard against Gabriel’s shoulder. “Gotcha. What a perfect little cunt. What a sweet little peach.”

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Jesse plants his hand on the back of Gabriel’s head to hold him down but before Gabriel can bare his teeth and growl in warning, the other Alpha hesitates, then quickly pulls it back again. He’s sweaty and hot behind him, cock nestled between Gabriel’s cheeks; and he sounds worked up enough as if he’d already fucked for hours instead of just nervously trying to find where he could and couldn’t put his hands.

He’s like a grabby little pup as he slowly, carefully feels Gabriel up, and Gabriel grunts and cushions his head on his arms; lets him go at it as long as he doesn’t try to be the ‘Head-Alpha’ again or whatever shit they called their boss in Deadlock.

His past seems so long gone; Jesse doesn’t even look the part anymore. He filled out something nice. Maybe a little too much even around the middle – his hairy belly softer than one would think with all the training he goes through, but Gabriel secretly really likes it. It is nice to feel him up when he wrestles him down and ruts against his ass – and now it is nice to feel press into the small of his back when McCree leans down and presses a strange, wet little suckling kiss against his shoulder blade.

It feels intimate enough to make Gabriel grunt and lift his head, glancing at Jesse over the swell of his shoulder. Jesse pulls back, mumbling something that probably is supposed to be an apology, but his face looks a little feverish above his scruffy beard, his eyes glassy.

He looks already really into all of this even though he’s not gotten his dick into Gabriel.

Gabriel feels strangely pleased at it.

“C’mon. Don’t got all day, kid. Got a few reports waiting for me.”

“Y…Yes, Sir,” he mumbles, huge hands first cupping Gabriel’s trim waist, then sliding farther down – mapping the swell of his hips to their widest point, blunt thumbs pressing into the tops of his ass; mapping out the grooves there, then sliding down and spreading his cheeks.

Gabriel hears McCree make a sound like a wounded animal, high and punched out and he knows he’s watching his own dick nestled between his commander’s asscheeks.

Gabriel smirks secretly and puts his head back down on his arms, waiting for Jesse to finally get on with it.

.o.

There’s no mistaking it when McCree finally ‘gets on with it’. There is no mistaking that.

Gabriel’s mouth falls open, tongue lolling out with another humping, fast thrust. McCree isn’t even properly pulling out – just fucks Gabriel on a couple inches of his dick, making his rim spread around the widest part just above his knot again and again until tears shoot into his eyes.

Gabriel bites his forearm, tamping down on the low grunts McCree fucks out of him – but he can’t help how he’s lifting his ass into it, braced on the balls of his feet, knees not even touching the ground anymore… and that Jesse has noticed that he can’t ignore. Those big hands have shifted, moved to the backs of his thighs, feeling up the rock hard muscle there as he keeps his hips up in the air. McCree whines like a pup. Every now and then it’s like he can’t help himself, body curling forward, his wet mouth wiping messy kisses against Gabriel’s skin, punctuating the suckling with pathetic mewls that go right through Gabriel’s belly and wrap around his dick.

He can’t believe how hot McCree has got him with his goddamn stupid puppy humping. He can’t believe McCree is even fucking like that still; looking like a goddamn brick house and still to the partner he’s mounting and barely letting Gabriel breathe while he got his meaty arms around his belly and chest, getting a frantic little grope of Gabriel’s pecs in as his hips piston. He feels surrounded by McCree. Like he can taste him on the air with his lolling tongue. Like he can taste his dick in the back of his throat because McCree got a juicy cock and he’s never even looked at it before.

“You… you likin’ it, boss?” He mumbles it right against Gabriel’s ear. He must be able to feel the heat radiating off of Gabriel’s blush. He doesn’t want to answer; maybe just growl and elbow him in the side, but instead he groans low and shifts his head in a way that could be interpreted as a nod – and Jesse sucks in air sharply, whispers “Shit yeah…” and suckles on the tip of Gabriel’s ear until he can manage to roll his shoulders and jostle him off because that’s… that’s… it’s just too much….

But of course Jesse would find ways to make him see his… erroneous ways.

.o.

Gabriel is not sure he even realized when Jesse came. He’s not sure Jesse even realized it. But there’s a goddamn mess dripping down to the floor and Jesse sounds like he’s about to keel over while he keeps rutting through it, frothing the loads he already deposited up and making the mess squelch loud and obscene enough for Gabriel to almost try and hide his face in his arms.

“No… no style,” he grits out between his teeth, but he can’t do anything about it; he just has to stay right where he is, getting fucked… bred… goddamn fucking bred by another Alpha, his body feeling hot and feverish like a wound, cock hanging between his thighs, belly feeling filled with McCree’s creamy loads even though he knows it’s not possible; not with the amount that has dripped to the floor, but he still feels like…

“Fuck… Gonna… B-Boss…” Jesse jackknifes again, his meaty arms hooked around Gabriel’s belly, holding him secure – not letting him go even when Gabriel’s foggy, fuck-dumb brain realizes what is going to happen. Not that he… not that he wants to go, but… fuck… fuck it is happening; McCree is rutting in deep, letting him feel all of him from the leaking tip that seems so intent of fucking right through Gabriel’s belly button, to the tender little swell of his knot; that swell that quickly stops being small and tender and expands, fattening up, spreading against Gabriel’s walls right behind his rim until his whole body locks against the sensation, muscles tense, mouth hanging open, saliva dripping from the tip of his tongue…

He’s never been… he’s never felt… this…

Dimly, he can hear Jesse’s whining; can even hear the wet smacking of his little loving kisses – because the kid wouldn’t dare bite his Commander, his superior Alpha even when being crosseyed from knotting – and feel the heat crashing in waves through his body; from the tips of his toes up to the back of his neck.

His body is a trembling, locked mess and all he can do is follow McCree along, his eyes rolling up when he hears the splattering of his own release, endorphins rushing through his body, thighs shaking, biceps going loose and pathetic, elbows sliding apart until his cheek is pressed to the floor, shoulders angled down – presenting almost better than any Omega…

And then the smell hits him. The acrid scent of urine that is like a shock to the system, the heavy come loose body atop him jerking as well – both of them realizing in tandem that Gabriel’s release had not quite been what his overworked brain was thinking – that rather than coming like a freight train he was pissing, the puddle widening rapidly, warming up the knees that have slid down to the ground somewhere in between McCree knotting and him letting loose…

“Damn,” McCree whines, his sturdy hips stuttering, jerking forward and trying to pull back; and just managing to jostle his knot and fuck another spurt of piss from his Commander.

“S-Stay still,” Gabriel croaks, hot faced, not even able to stop his submissive wetting because it feels too good; his body is working against him and there is no way he can stop himself; there is no way when he’s stuffed with McCree’s fat, girthy knot and all he wants to do is show the Alpha how he is submitting to him; how he accepts his dominance and the good, deep breeding that came with it, even though McCree fucked like a damned pup.

Or maybe because of it? Because he was so flattered by Jesse’s mindless, needy rutting?

“Stay, stay, stay,” Jesse suddenly mutters. He must have felt the useless fluttering of muscles beneath him and counters it immediately by wrapping around his Commander more insistently; suckling kisses against his spine. He sounds fucking drunk on knotting that tight, warm space and the sharp smell of his piss.

“Stay just like that. Please,” he whimpers – and Gabriel growls, pathetic and weak, but does as he is told, pressing his hot embarrassed cheeks into the crook of his arm.

“You owe me an orgasm, McCree,” he grunts, another dribble of piss coming from him when McCree immediately nods against the dip of his spine; so eager to please his commanding Alpha.

things u should consider; alpha jesse getting beaten up and dominated by more alpha gabe who has to beat the kid up to put him in his place :>

I’m not into beating up but my first thought was Gabe goddamn wrestling the kid down after McCree growled at him for the umpteenth time; and Gabriel is a very patient Alpha; very secure in his status and everything, but McCree gets under his skin, and the kid has the habit of starting shit at the worst of times: like when they’re all sweaty and fragrant from training, and everybody feels like they’re top stud anyway.

So I feel like McCree made a dumb comment/snapped/sniffed a lil too long for comfort in Gabriel’s direction, and Gabriel snaps and wrestles him down.

It’s p easy to overwhelm him with his bigger bulk and McCree is a sloppy fighter when he’s emotional, which he def is.

Probs needs a good, big hand on the back of his neck, holding him down to calm his squirming and thrashing.

Maybe Reyes ruts against his ass just to show him who’s the boss. Drill the message home by making him submit in front of all the other recruits. Crooning sweet encouragement into his ear about how he doesn’t need to posture anymore; he’s no longer in Deadlock where tons of Alphas were crowded into a tiny little space.

How there’s no shame if he accepts that Reyes is the top dog and always gets the first bite of the meal – and in turn Reyes will make sure he’ll get the best scraps afterwards and be cared for.

i feel like this is kind of an old trope but the image of jesse answering a call while gabe sucks him off is really really good shit, hes just so chill and talks like he aint getting his knob slobbed. maybe he has to go get a file from a shelf and just stands right up, dick hanging out as he walks across his office leaving gabes mouth hanging open under his desk. he sits back down and is just totally cool, one hand flipping through paperwork while the other guides gabes mouth back onto his dick

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yeeeessss

“Reyes and Morrison Security. What can I do for you?”

Jesse could speak formally if he wanted to – no slurring and dragging of vowels when he answered the phone, and that’s why Reyes got him as his secretary in the first place. The kid knew when to stop fucking around and get to work.

Or he knew when to fuck around while getting to work.

Gabriel wants to pull back when he hears the muffled greeting but the kid’s hand is on top of his shaved head just a second later, holding him right in place with the gratifyingly fat tip of his dick resting on Gabriel’s tongue.

He hesitates for a moment, but Jesse pushes down insistently with the impatience of youth and Gabriel follows because deep down he is weak.

Because he is sitting beneath his secretary’s desk in nothing but the pretty lingerie he put on earlier this morning, his clothes neatly folded at his knees.

People could see him if they looked for it. There was wood all around him but he was still visible beneath the partition – the stocking bottoms of his feet and the curve of his naked ass because it wasn’t exciting enough to wear long stockings and garters, but he also needed to be freeballing it.

He was a fool.

“No, Mister Reyes is not at his desk at the moment,” Jesse said. His voice didn’t even waver. It was as deep and calm as ever. Nothing seemed to goddamned faze the kid – not getting screamed at by Reyes, not getting send onto a last minute errand just minutes before they closed for the day… and not getting his dick sucked by his boss while answering the phone, apparently.

Kid was unflappable.

Reyes had to admit he respected that.

He closed his eyes, cheeks burning as Jesse repeated the sentence with a little more steel behind his voice. He slipped farther down, throat opening easily to gag himself on McCree’s dick. The sounds were soft and wet and not nearly enough to reach through the thick wood and to the phone – but enough to make Jesse pat his head in appreciation.

“…yes, I understand. If you will give me a moment, I will get your file and we can sort the problem out.”

There isn’t even a moment of hesitation or uncertainty. He simply rolls back, pulling his dick from his boss’s mouth and stands up, dick glistening wet and bobbing awkwardly – eye catching – in the air of the office as he turns and retrieves the file.

Gabriel hunkers beneath the desk and just watches, cheeks burning, cock throbbing between his legs, sliding against the tops of his stockings. He doesn’t have enough time to really come down from the cock sucking high he slipped into. To think about his life choices that led to him in his secret lingerie beneath his secretary’s desk, sucking his dick like his life depended on it.

McCree is back in a moment and rolling his chair back into position.

“I am back. Sorry to make you wait.” It’s all so smooth and practiced – one hand opening the file, the other directing his wet cock back into Gabriel’s warm mouth; no hitch in his breathing, no stutter in his words as Gabriel closes his eyes and goes back to gagging himself on his fat cock.

He goes about his business as if his boss wasn’t there beneath his desk, and that is even hotter than anything else.