10th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 5th Fill

McReyes – demons; massive cock; blood; watersports – Jesse thinks he can be sneaky about what he wants. Gabriel shows him that he is not… and that he might have bitten off more than he can chew.

Jesse is still young for a demon and Gabriel is just lenient enough to let him get away with a lot of shit, but even he has his limits.

Like when he can feel the insidious tendrils of Jesse’s lust licking at his consciousness as he’s getting scolded for his gluttony regarding the humans. Gabriel’s eyes narrow, his tail lashing through the air in agitation, and Jesse’s grin becomes a bit nervous as he stands up a tad straighter.

He’s been caught and he knows it.

Gabriel uncrosses his legs and stands, talons digging into the ground.

“I guess you need a more… hands-on demonstration of who is in charge here…”

Jesse does not quite cower back, but he winces. He does not look too happy but his cock is already interested – no surprise there; Jesse is an insatiable incubus – and curves up towards his belly by the time Gabriel his made his way down, towering over him by a good head.

He reaches out and digs one clawed hand into Jesse’s hair, pulling his head back and peering into his face from above, his glowing eyes narrowing in consideration.

“Has it been a mistake, making you into one of mine?” he muses. Jesse’s face twists and he shakes his head as well as he can while other demons start rounding them with interest. While Gabriel still stares at him, he can feel a curious brush of fingers against his inhumanly big cock. It looks sleek to the eye, but of course Jesse’s clever hands find one of the many ridges in no time, teasing his fingertip beneath.

Gabriel’s nostrils flare and he rips Jesse’s head farther back until he is forced to go onto his knees.

“Incorrigible slut,” he hisses but Jesse is a natural at what he’s doing and it might just be a compliment to him.

It occurs to him, halfway through forcing his cock down the incubus’ throat, that this might have been just what Jesse has been angling for. He’s a slut and he’s greedy, and those human cocks can’t even hope to satisfy him and fill his belly the way he needs it.

Right now he looks as ecstatic as can be, eyes glistening, gurgling and choking as the cock is rammed down his throat where it would do irreparable damage to a lesser life form. As is, Jesse’s body can just about adjust; make himself into a living, breathing cock sleeve for his master’s entertainment.

Gabriel wishes this was a more effective punishment, but he has a soft spot for Jesse. He is cunning and uninhibited. A perfect little demon… if he would just follow orders as was expected of him.

Gabriel has him between his legs, fucking down into his throat, into his belly, feeling beneath his sharp claws how grotesquely the other demon’s throat is bulging around the massive cock splitting him open. He gurgles every time Gabriel pulls back and the frills along his shaft flare open; and when Gabriel finally pulls out, he can feel Jesse’s teeth scrape deliciously against each and every single one when they get caught behind them inevitably.

He mounts him, then; still not satisfied now that he’s been roused. It is difficult, usually, to get him to rise to any bait, but Jesse usually manages it without fail just through sheer insolence. The *daring* of trying to put his superior under his thrall.

Jesse howls when he fucks into him. He claws at the dirty ground, trying to crawl back off his cock, but Gabriel grabs him at his leathery wings and pulls him back unto the dick ruining his insides. Blood is spilling, but that is only making it *better*. They all love the smell of blood. The taste of it. And around them, the lesser demons are getting excited, drawing closer as Gabriel lays into Jesse, using his wings as makeshift leads to pull him onto his dick again and again.

It does not take long for the incubus to get into it. He’s still whining and sniffling about the rough treatment but he can’t deny that his belly is full. That Gabriel damn near wears him like a suit. Gabriel conjures mirrors, watching Jesse’s belly bulge from every angle; watching his cock bob and dribble into the sand beneath them.

“Not so rough,” Jesse demands, voice a bit weepy, trying to twist away. Gabriel takes his wings into one hand to have the other free, digging sharp claws into the small of his back as his tail lashes behind him.

“You get what I give you,” he growls, voice deeper; more hellish. His balls hit Jesse with meaty slaps; they are full to the brim, promising to fill Jesse up until it’ll dribble back out his nose, and Jesse seems to slowly realize that as well. He squirms more. He pants like a slut on his dick, but he’s also subtly trying to get away.

Only when Gabriel’s tail comes forward, the sharp tip of it teasing at Jesse’s bloody hole, trying to force its way inside, does the other demon finally give up.

His hot piss hits the ground in a hard stream. He whimpers pathetically, putting his face into the dirt; groveling, pissing himself, begging for mercy like one of the lesser demons around them would have done.

Hoping against hope that Gabriel will have mercy on him. It would not be much of a lesson, though, if Gabriel wouldn’t make it *memorable*.

9th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 11th Fill

McReyes – continuation of this fic – past abuse; animal people AU (no ABO); first time knotting; hurt/comfort; praise kink – Gabriel finally knots Jesse proper.

Gabriel notices, somewhat amusedly, how Jesse has groomed himself. His shaggy, unkempt beard has become cleaner and more… tame. He can’t shake the feeling that the pup did it to impress.

He has succeeded, if he is quite honest.

Jesse fidgets beneath him, then tries to twist onto his belly, and for the first time Gabriel lets him do his thing. He does not like playing into any of the conditioning of the pup’s old pack leaders, but he suspects this whole thing might be easier if he is behind him and has more leverage for giving him his knot and keeping him down in case he panics.

It’s not like Jesse’s eager submission is hard to look at. He’s got quite a few muscles and a bit of fat on him after weeks of regular meals and his ass is nice and round with quite a bit of hair. His long, slender tail is high in the air and wagging.

Around them, the pack shifts with a hot, needy kind of energy. They are primed to react to Gabriel’s arousal. The air is warm and humid. Gabriel’s bedroom is big enough usually, but when the whole pack piles inside, it becomes a bit tight.

If Jesse is nervous about the audience, he does not show it. He might be used to not getting any privacy while getting mounted; Gabriel doesn’t know. When it is about the pup’s past, he finds himself in an odd conundrum where he does want to know as much as possible but also would rather… not hear the answers.

There’s a whine in the air distracting him from his brooding, and when he looks around he realizes it is coming from Jesse. He has lowered his upper body, arching up his ass and looking at him with a feverish stare across his shoulder.

Gabriel smirks and leans forward, dragging his chin across the pup’s ass to let him feel the scratch of his beard, then carefully bites into the root of his tail. Jesse jerks like electrocuted, and his whine becomes more pronounced. More subservient.

He still has so much to learn – like the fact that pain can also be nice when used in measure.

“There, there,” Gabriel purrs throatily. Around them, the pack becomes more agitated at the sound of his voice, crawling all over each other to soothe their need while their leader is occupied with the problem child. “I’ll make you feel so good, Jesse…”

.o.

Jesse promises to become as big as Gabriel; maybe even bigger. But for now he can still blanket the pup and carefully bite at the back of his neck while he moves his hips in a leisurely rocking motion. Jesse has quickly adapted to it, his frantic bucking and trying to help with the fucking becoming less and less until he is simply holding still and letting Gabriel mount and breed him.

“Good boy,” Gabriel whispers intermittently, a shudder running along his spine whenever the praise makes the hot, silky passage around his cock throb and clench down.

In less than half an hour Gabriel has made Jesse into a happily drooling pup, muscles as lax as possible without totally losing his composure.

The pack has begun fucking around them, the smell thick and pungent and egging Gabriel on quite a bit. Part of him wants to push Jesse down rudely; fuck him deep and hard with quick jack-rabbit thrusts that will have his teeth clack together and give him trouble breathing; and while he wouldn’t have any qualms lording his dominance over any of the other members – knowing quite well how much they love being used like cocksleeves – he can’t make himself do it with Jesse.

He purrs in his ear, lipping and nipping at the hot flush there; feeling how Jesse’s tail tries to keep wagging against his belly, tickling and a bit obnoxious. Cautiously happy about the nice dicking he receives.

When he feels his orgasm coming, he tries not to show it. His breath comes in a bit more labored little puffs but if Jesse notices anything, he does not show it. He keeps being a good boy for him, his hole so nice and welcoming, hot and velvety; and part of Gabriel is annoyed that anybody else should have had the privilege of mounting the pup and using him like nothing more than a cumrag without doting on him afterwards.

When his knot starts swelling noticeably, a vein pulsing at his temple as he tries not to go cross-eyed from the sensation of his slow, almost ruined orgasm and Jesse’s tight, perfect hole, Jesse becomes a bit fussy.

He bucks mildly, then makes as if to twist away, though he stops himself even before Gabriel can do so. His face flushes a darker shade of red, his eyes becoming a bit shifty. Maybe a bit panicky.

Gabriel has to shake of the encroaching lethargy in favor of pressing himself down more firmly on the back of the young man, keeping him down and secure as his knot keeps swelling.

Jesse yowls once; sharp and high like a much younger pup as the swell becomes close to *too much*, but thankfully it stops then before actually injuring him.

He stays tense for a couple more minutes before carefully relaxing again. His eyelashes are suspiciously wet, mouth plump and open as he pants through the feeling of being stretched to his limits.

Gabriel mouths at his hot cheek and the scruff of his beard, making sure to keep his hips still and not jostle the pup further.

“Good boy, Jesse. Just like that. You took it so well.”

9th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 5th Fill

McCree/Reyes – Omega!Reyes; Alpha!McCree; pregnancy kink; lactation kink; mommy kink – Reyes is heavily pregnant and Jesse can’t even pretend he’s not deeply into it.

(not a lot of feminization in there, sorry… couldn’t fit it 😦 )

Jesse tries to be unobtrusive about his obsession, but he is fairly certain that the whole base has figured out at that point how very enamored he is with Commander Reyes – especially since it has become so obvious that Commander Morrison’s enthusiastic breeding attempts had taken.

They’ve been chosen by scientists; the perfect pair producing the perfect offspring, but Commander Reyes does not *behave* like a taken Omega… understandably so, maybe.

It makes it more difficult for Jesse to accept that maybe – very probably, in fact – there will never come anything off his obsessive interest.

He’s flubbed the last few training exercises majorly just by being distracted by Commander Reyes’ huge belly. It is stretching the black fabric of his sweatshirts obscenely, and Jesse can’t help but fantasize about it.

Mounting up behind him, arms curled around his middle as far as possible, fingers splayed… just touching his large puppy-filled belly…

Or curled around his stomach like a much younger man, just inhaling the soft pheromones and dozing away, feeling safe and cared for and loved…

Disturbingly enough, both scenarios give him a needy hard-on. He can’t help it. He just… can’t. He thinks of how round Gabriel is; always has been, with big strong muscles that cover any hard ridges and bones; and he feels… comforted. Needy. Feels like he wants to be a good boy but also deep dick him until he’s a mess.

Suddenly, the door he’s been walking up and down in front of hisses open. He startles. He hasn’t even realized he’s been walking a trench into the floor in front of Reyes’ office. Reyes stands right there in the doorframe. He’s in nothing but some shorts and a tanktop that looks, quite frankly, obscene on his frame right now.

His arm is up, bracing himself against the frame, showing off the thick dark hair underneath. Jesse’s mouth goes dry. He does not consciously make a sound, mut he must have because Reyes’ dark eyes go all soft while still being a bit annoyed.

“Come.”

Jesse follows helplessly, cheeks bright red underneath his scruff.

.o.

Reyes’ pectorals have always been big and juicy, but now they’re additionally swollen with milk. The closer Jesse noses towards his nipples, the sweeter the smell becomes. His belly clenches and his cock flexes, the tip slipping gently against his own belly button. He’s never been so desperately horny before. His cock aches. His balls ache.

His jaw hurts with the need to suckle, but he does not dare to-

“Do it.” Reyes’ hand comes up behind his head, palm gently cupping Jesse’s skull. He presses him against his breast while Jesse’s mouth opens, panting quick and desperate against the sweet smelling skin.

“Sir?”

“Don’t ‘sir’ me. You’ve been hot for it for weeks. Now do it.”

Jesse squirms. His tongue snakes out, dragging across the buttery soft skin of Reyes’ nipple.

“What about Morrison?”

“What about him? ‘M still my own man…”

Jesse does not look up at him. He mouths almost shyly against the nipple offered to him. Gabriel grunts above him, then sighs deeply, his full belly pressing against Jesse smooth and warm. Jesse’s arms carefully, uncertainly curl around Reyes’. He presses a kiss against the milky niple. He can taste it against his lips. Only a couple more weeks until the pups will be there.

Jesse takes another deep breath, then latches on. He suckles clumsily at first; a bit too hard with too sloppy a seal. Reyes grunts, his fingers spasming against Jesse’s skull. A bit of milk dribbles down his chest and gets lost in Jesse’s beard before he properly latches on and nurses in earnest; a few deep pulls that have streams of milk explode against the roof of his mouth and the back of his tongue.

He nurses until there are black spots dancing in front of his eyes from lack of oxygen. Reyes has to grab him by his shaggy hair and pull him away; force him to take deep, rattling gasps of air.

He gently shakes him by his grip like he’s a wet dog and watches his face intently.

“You’re pretty into this, aren’t you?”

Jesse feels weird. All soft around the edges. Dizzy but in a good way. Reyes’ voice feels like it is coming from far away.

“Mommy…” he whispers, and almost tenses but the grip Reyes has on his hair slackens mildly and his face, when Jesse finally does look up, is curiously soft.

He reaches up his other hand, thumb tracing the shape of Jesse’s milky mouth.

“Yeah?” he mutters and Jesse nods slowly, staring at him, mouth dry. “Alright…”

He guides him back against his chest. Jesse latches on, less desperately this time. More deliberate. He gets a better rhythm going; manages to suckle and breathe without having to pull off.

When he does, eventually, just to switch sides, he nuzzles between Reyes’ pecs… tits… and purrs: “Mom…”

His knot feels swollen and tender but the need to mount Reyes has abated somewhat in favor of nursing. He feels like he could come just from that. From needily drinking the milk designated to the puppies.

“Good boy, Jesse,” Gabriel finally murmurs, one hand tickling the back of Jesse’s neck, the other reaching down; curling against his painfully hard dick, fingertips massaging the swell of his knot.

Jesse bucks, stars exploding in front of his eyes. The Omega’s smell is everywhere, enclosing him like a blanket. He’s never been so intimately close to one before.

Reyes knows how to touch him. Knows just how hard he has to grip at his knot to make him buck and come in downright painful spurts, his face twisted in agony as feverishly hot cum splashes against his belly… and against Reyes’.

It looks obscene, really; part of him being unsure about seeing his claim on an Omega that has been impregnated by another Alpha.

Reyes does not seem to have the same qualms, his voice deeper and husky as he mutters: “Think you can go again? Got such a pretty knot on you, Jesse…”

Jesse squirms again. His tongue is out; he kind of wants to lick his cum off of Reyes’ belly. He nods obediently.

Reyes purrs.

8th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 6th Fill

McCree/Reyes – continuation of the first fic in this compilation – mentions of past rape; hurt/comfort; comfort sex; gentle sex – Reyes needs something soft and Jesse will deliver.

It is easy to forget, sometimes, that Commander Reyes is as human as the rest of him. He is larger than life most of the time; dominating to the point of being scary, but when Jesse slips into his office after bringing him back from the enemy a rough three days prior, he looks almost… sunken. Shrunk.

He sits at his desk, a data pad giving off weak light in front of him. He’s bracing his elbows, head in his hands.

“I… uh…”

Reyes flinches – goddamn *flinches* – then looks up sharply without lifting his head much. His gaze, despite his near-cowering form, is flat. Maybe a bit malicious.

“What.”

Jesse swallows thick, his throat suddenly dry. There’s a flash of a memory: Reyes, on the ground, legs spread by a steel bar, body slick from various loads his captors had left on his back and thighs and ass.

And that sweet, dark space between his cheeks that had taken Jesse so well…

“I… wanted t’ see how things… are.” He winces. It sounds even lamer spoken aloud and the deadpan stare Gabriel gives him in response is almost hilarious.

The Commander sits up finally, hands dropping into his lap, looking Jesse up and down. His nostrils flare as he takes a deep breath.

“Come here, Jesse.”

Jesse hesitates. He has his hat in front of his chest. He’s a grown man built like a wall but he looks like a scolded little kid in that moment.

Finally, he nods as if to himself, and makes his way over. Around the desk. Standing in front of his Commander who looks at him appraisingly up and down.

He thinks again of how sweetly Reyes’ body has accepted him; hole buttery soft and sloppy. Well used by countless men before him. His belly churns and he looks away guiltily until Reyes stands and pulls him into a kiss – slow and sweet and nothing like the tumultuous dirty memories still spooking around in Jesse’s head.

He can’t help but eagerly accept it.

.o.

Without the coercion and beatings and… and… rape… – Reyes is even sweeter. He’s wrapped his big body around Jesse, holding on like an octopus as he gets fucked slow and careful on Jesse’s dick which is spreading him open and sliding in deeper with every carefully slow, easy thrust.

Jesse can’t wrap his head around the situation; can’t understand why Reyes would want to fuck him – *him*, of all people – so close after his ordeal. He can’t complain, though. Not when Reyes is making soft, fucked-out noises, mouthing wet and a bit sloppy at whatever he can reach of Jesse’s skin.

He’s pressed his face into the crook of McCree’s shoulder and Jesse can feel his breath puff against his collar bones. It tickles and makes his belly almost hotter than the way is insides tremble around him: sweet little pulses of his inner muscles that have Jesse see stars as they massage his cock. As if the Commander’s body is in love with it.

Jesse whines, and Reyes echoes it mindlessly. He’s scorching hot and *big*. He’s wrapped himself so thoroughly around Jesse that he’s sure he wouldn’t be able to get away even if he wanted to.

“That’s good… so good,” he whispers breathlessly as he fucks; he’s pumping with slow, even motions of his hips. A bit shallow now after he’s found the angle that seems to do it *very well* for Reyes. Gabriel.

It’s like he’s doing push ups. His belly and thighs burn. If Gabriel knew, he’d make sure to include a lot more in the upcoming training sessions. Jesse turns his head and lips against the Commander’s ear until he is *squirming* and trying to hide it from him.

He grins, tongue sneaking out, tasting against the outer shell until Reyes bucks up against him and throws his head back with a gasp like he’s held his breath the whole time.

His dark, dark eyes look up at Jesse; a bit wet and vulnerable, but his face serene as anything. He enjoys himself so obviously it is making Jesse squirmy and wanting to buck like a man much younger and less experienced than he’s become.

He wants to drill into him like a man possessed. Instead, he makes himself slow down even more; get deep and intense with his shallow thrusts until Reyes rewards him by baring his throat and groaning long and deep, his big cock twitching between them in the wetness he’s created.

“Wow,” Jesse whispers. He leans down, dragging his lips across Reyes’ throat to let him feel the scratch of his beard.

He can’t believe how sweet the Commander can be for a good, *loving* dicking. How different this lust is to the reluctant orgasm he’s fucked out of him under the leering gaze of a crowd seemingly a lifetime ago.

“So good… so good for me… fuck, you feel… you feel so incredible,” he mumbles sloppily against the point of Reyes’ jaw, mouthing against it, begging for a kiss until the Commander finally obliges at lets him have at it, panting hot and needy breaths right into Jesse’s lungs.

Jesse’s head feels like it’s filled with cotton. His cock, too, for that matter. He’s never felt so desperately in need for an orgasm without actually feeling like he needs to come anytime soon.

He’ll fuck the Commander as long as he wills it. Everything for him.

7th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 6th Fill

McReyes – Puppy Play; Training; Blow Job; Facial – It’s been a long day for Gabriel and Jesse and they just want to relax…

As disobedient as Jesse is outside their little games, as obedient he is when he’s got his collars and mittens on and is called “Mutt”.

It never fails to give Gabriel a jolt of unbridled, perverse joy at having Jesse sit and lie and roll over at just a small command. He’d never have figured that it would work so well on the rebellious man. That something as simple as a bit of kinky sex would get him glassy eyed and quiet, cock sitting up at attention just as much as the young man himself.

He knows that Jesse loves being a puppy. That he loves the simplicity of it; that he can show Gabriel what he wants and how he wants it without that ever-present shame burning in the background. A shame that he’s been taught by his previous masters that have been just as delighted by McCree’s seemingly inherent depravity but been intent on wielding that knowledge like a weapon. Ready to use it to keep Jesse down and in line.

They’ve used him up; used how much he *loves* cock and made sure he’d damn near hate himself for it. As a puppy, though… There’s nothing simpler than being a well-loved pup. He doesn’t have to think much, doesn’t have to make own decisions.

He only has to follow Gabriel’s precise orders… and while he’s had to get used to it, he’s learned to adore it. Enough so, that it only takes Gabriel helping him into his mittens to make him excited, tongue lolling and cock fattening.

“Alright,” Gabriel murmurs when he’s got the collar on him, successfully dodging every attempt of the puppy to nuzzle into him and make itself comfortable. Jesse looks at him with tired dark eyes. The day had been full of drills and little down time, and it shows.

“You be a good boy and sit at me feet until I am done working.” He’s not had him sit still for long as a puppy yet, but he does not mention it. He’s learned early on that Jesse does not react well to any kind of pressure. He likes playful training and treats if he’s done something right, and Gabriel is more than willing to adjust his teaching methods accordingly. Play time is not only for Jesse to relax, after all.

He grunts as he gingerly lowers himself into his chair. It’s been an exhausting day for him, too. Still, he has to work on a few reports before he can call it quits. Jesse is still sitting in the middle of the room, watching him with a kind of vacant, dreamy look until he snaps his fingers and points to the spot next to his heavy boots.

“Sit.”

Jesse crawls over. He’s filled out a lot these past months; he’s left the scrawny kid behind in favor of a tall, broad-shouldered young man, and when he moves, the muscles in his back shift deliciously. Distractingly.

He sits where Gabriel has indicated, and after a few moments, slowly hunkers down into a more comfortable position that lets him doze. Gabriel lets him do as he pleases, looking at him only a few more moments before turning towards his work.

The sooner he starts, the sooner he is done.

.o.

“You remember how to do this, don’t you? It’s been a while…” Gabriel cards his fingers through Jesse’s hair. The pup has been dozing away and stares at him now blearily, obviously struggling to orient himself again.

His mouth opens and for a second Gabriel thinks he might talk, but then he just licks his lips and jawns until Gabriel can hear his jaw crack. He changes his grip and starts rubbing underneath his chin, thick fingers scratching at his beard.

“Up on the bed, Mutt.” Jesse perks up a bit at that. He crawls towards the bed slowly and laboriously as he struggles to regain the feeling in his limbs. Gabriel follows, hands already working at his belt. When Jesse is on the mattress, he immediately angles his hairy ass into the air, wagging it.

Gabriel snorts and clicks his tongue, kicking off his pants and sliding into a sitting position at the top of the bed.

“No, I thought of something else. Come here.”

He has to shield his cock with a hand from Jesse’s immediate and enthusiastic consent, other hand fisting in his thick hair to hold him away.

“Easy now. Slow.” He carefully lets go of Jesse’s hair and the pup’s eyes are fixed on his face as he leans down and carefully licks at the exposed tip just about peeking out above Gabriel’s fist.

“That’s it… that’s the ticket…” His nostrils flare as he sighs through them, eyes falling closed. He leans his head back, fist becoming more generous and sliding down; exposing more of his dick for Jesse’s greedy tongue.

“Just like I taught you,” he mumbles, free hand rubbing idle patterns into Jesse’s scalp. There’s something to be said about the simple eagerness of Jesse as a puppy. He uses too much spit and drools everywhere, but he’s so in love with Gabriel’s cock that he can’t bring himself to reprimand him for the sloppy work.

He’d never be as calm and happily following his instincts if he were ‘human’.

Gabriel lets him lick his fill, his warm, slippery tongue zeroing in on the tip when he realizes that salty pre-cum is starting to ooze out, and every insistent swipe has the thick muscles in Gabriel’s thighs jump. He moves his hand slowly, jerking off as he stares at Jesse’s dreamy face. How slack it has gotten, focused on lapping at the fat cock offered to him and not needing to do anything but keep going, keep inhaling the thick musk Gabriel knows he’s sporting after a long, arduous day-

and when Gabriel grunts: “Now. Open up. Be a good pup-” he looks damn near ecstatic, eyelids fluttering, mouth open and tongue hanging out while Gabriel aims and shoots in thick, creamy ropes across his tongue and chin and nose.

He’s just… so happy as a pup.

Compilation Fic from the Creature Feature comp!

Here, have the McReyes fic out of the Creature Feature compilation (you can find more on that here) with centaur!Gabriel.

I hope you enjoy :3c

There was no deceiving Gabriel. The centaur was stupidly intelligent. Frustratingly so, even. He would watch Jesse with those dark, knowing eyes of his, silent and brooding from across the paddock, beefy arms crossed and dark hooves shoving occasionally at the dirt.

Jesse could try and be as inconspicuous as possible; never watching Gabriel full-on; just gazing at him out of the corner of his eyes or from behind the curtains of his room on the second floor.

He could do smalltalk, make an effort not to let his hands linger anywhere as he carefully cleaned the centaur until his coat was gleaming dark and silky, his voice wobbling only the slightest bit when he got to scrubbing the brush along the firm, warm curve of Gabriel’s belly, staying clear of the soft, tender area on his lower abdomen…

Yet still, Gabriel would look like he knew every dirty fantasy flitting through Jesse’s head when he lay in bed alone, hand generously slicked up for his cock to push in, squelching obnoxiously and filthy in the silent room; thinking of Gabriel and his silky, fleshy sheath and the cock hidden within; thinking of his large, mouth-watering balls between his strong thighs.

Sometimes he thought Gabriel was taunting him, when he galloped across the paddock at a leisurely pace, silky black tail held high in the breeze, showing off the soft opening of his anus and the bounce of his testicles… and other times he thought there could be no way that Gabriel was doing this on purpose. That the centaur had other things to worry about after a life lived in captivity to get ridden in rodeos, than to get an awkward, horny young man hot and bothered for him.

But… Gabriel was Gabriel – and he was an inscrutable bastard at the best of times.

.o.

Gabriel looks drowsy that morning, leaning his upper body against the partition of his box, arms folded, head resting on them as Jesse starts going to work – but he knows better than to let his guard down. Gabriel is a good guy most of the time, but sometimes he is an asshole, too, and Jesse has leapt away from his hoofs more often than he’d like to admit.

“Didn’t sleep well?” Jesse asks conversationally, just to break the silence even though it is a comfortable one. He couldn’t trust himself in silence, though. Silence meant he had to focus on all those other things: like how warm and musky it smelled here; how strong Gabriel looked, how his lean belly moved slow with his breaths.

Gabriel simply hums. He doesn’t pay much attention to Jesse, utilizing him more like a personal servant than anything else, and that… is even hotter. Jesse swallows, palm sweating against the rubber of the brush as he scrubs it across the tantalizing swell of Gabriel’s ass. He hesitates there for a second, heart beating in his throat, glancing towards Gabriel’s front and looking at the relaxed slant of his broad shoulders before he presses the heel of his free hand against his cock and pays extra attention to that special spot at the base of the centaur’s tail; making the firm rubber teeth scratch vigorously until he can see out of the corner of his eyes how Gabriel lifts his head in attention, his big body moving, slowly leaning back and into the massage.

The tips of Jesse’s ears heat up, his chest feeling too small for the air he wants to pull as he keeps rubbing, scratching, massaging the base of Gabriel’s tail, cock swelling in the loose overalls he donned for this dreary morning.

He fantasizes about reaching beneath Gabriel’s tail; of his trembling fingertips touching the velvety soft skin of his pouting rim, his anus tender to his questing, cheeky digits. He thinks about how Gabriel might react. Maybe he would encourage him. Hum deep and content, tail lifting out of the way, the old branding on his flank shimmering wet in the dull light in the stables as he lets Jesse shift behind him, lets those nervous, long hands feel up the thick, strong muscles of his thighs, maybe shifts his hoofs apart and lets Jesse cradle the heavy swell of his testicles, squeeze them, fondle them…

“…some slick.”

Gabriel’s tail flicks, the ends of the stiff hairs catching the side of Jesse’s neck in a stinging lash. Jesse jerks back, a pained cry stuck in his throat. All he can do is suck in air sharply, hand coming up to touch the throbbing spot and hitting himself in the face with the brush in the process. He scowls, throwing the brush to the floor so he can touch his neck once more, carefully this time.

“What was that for?”

“You weren’t listenin’.”

“To what?”

Gabriel watches him calmly over the swell of his shoulder, one hind leg softly thumping against the ground. He would look casually relaxed if not for the antsy twitching of his muscles beneath the glossy dark coat of fur.

“I said ‘Get some slick’.”

Jesse’s dark expression lightens somewhat. His cock throbs and his mouth runs dry. He pulls in a deep breath and releases it in a nervous stutter as he rubs his sweaty palms against his thighs, trying to ignore the insistent tent of his crotch.

“I… what…?”

Gabriel slowly stretches, his strong body stiffening in a sinuous line. Jesse watches helplessly, staring at the tight muscles of Gabriel’s upper back. In this light, the scars from his rodeo harness are barely visible. When he lets go of the tension, he sighs deeply and slowly rounds in a tight circle, his dark eyes boring into Jesse’s flushed, eager face.

“Get some slick,” he tells him, deep voice lower than usual. He leans down until his face is close to his caretaker; until Jesse can see that his neatly groomed beard is just the same shade of dark, warm brown than the rest of his fur. “I want to fuck you.”

Jesse’s brain short circuits for a moment and he can only stare, dumbfounded, cock helplessly drooling, smearing directly against the coarse material of his overalls because he could not have been bothered with underwear that day.

Gabriel’s eyelids lower. His large hoofs stomp gently against the ground once more. He is just as nervous as Jesse but can hide it better.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me. You’re a little centaur freak, aren’t you?” He lifts his hand, tickling the fingertips along Jesse’s cheek. “But you’re in luck. I’m in the mood, so…”

Jesse feels a little drunk. Gabriel has never talked this much, and he wonders whether this is even real; whether he isn’t still in his room and dreaming all of it up. Gabriel is touching his face, fingers careful and curious, petting his cheeks and testing the give of his mouth.

“Or… don’t you want to?”

Jesse takes a shuddering breath, trembling fingers going up to the closing of his overalls.

“Oh damn. I want to. So badly.”

.o.

He’s not sure how he thought this would go down but leaning over a crate, thighs slicked with thick, creamy leather polish and Gabriel’s cock squeezed between them, he knew he would never have been able to think of anything better anyway.

He is whimpering, high and helpless, arms curled around one of Gabriel’s front legs, just hugging it and trying to keep standing while his knees are shaking and weak and his cock feels fucking insignificant next to the large horse dick rubbing through the slick valley of his thighs.

He can hear Gabriel above him, grunting softly with every nudge of his hips, and Jesse wishes he had been able to plan all of this ahead because he’d have put up a mirror to see Gabriel’s face more easily. Instead he has to crane his neck and peer up at him; watch how the usually stern, no-nonsense face was flushed dark and how he was hiding his eyes behind one thickly muscled forearm.

Gabriel looks, for lack of a better word, shy. Almost embarrassed that he has his caretaker beneath him, using the soft, slicked up thighs to fuck between in little thrusts that jostle Jesse and make his balls throb. He whimpers, carefully lets go of his clutch at Gabriel’s leg and reaches down, his face hot, his chest even hotter as he touches trembling fingertips to the flat, flared head of the centaur’s cock.

It is wet to the touch and when the questing little fingers register, Gabriel makes a sound like a wounded animal and thrusts harder, jostling Jesse who tries to hold his ass up helpfully and nestle it into the warm, fragrant crook of Gabriel’s crotch.

He wishes he had enough coordination to reach down with both hands; curl them around Gabriel’s cock and hug it to his belly. Make him rub along all of him to help him get off. His cock is drooling copiously, helping to make everything slick and wet and the thought that a good part of the sticky mess covering Gabriel’s thick shaft was from Jesse himself was… oh dear.

Oh dear.

“I’m not… I’m not gonna… gonna hold on for long,” he whimpers, hiccups it out, his thighs trembling and knees nearly giving way, thinking of the huge beast laboring above him, fucking his thighs so carefully, so restrained… he wants him to rail him. Fuck him against a higher crate. Against the breeding stand where both of them have better chances of finding purchase and he’ll be able to go to town on him.

“Gonna come,” Jesse whines, his thighs stinging as they start chafing, muscles protesting with how tightly he keeps them clamped, so very determined to give Gabriel a good, warm spot to jerk off into.

So determined to be this centaur’s fleshlight.

“Fuck,” he hears the centaur mumble, softly, indistinct, and there’s a thick jet of pre-cum coating his tickling, nervous fingers still rounding the flared head, continuously touching the shallow groove of his piss hole. “Yes. Ok. Fuck. Come… Come with me.”

Gabriel’s trembling, nervous hands reach down, fumbling, searching, then finally finding Jesse’s head to cup his face between his sweaty palms, his ass still hunching to fuck between his thighs.

“Come with me.”

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*

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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.