Jesse is a tactile motherfucker; he likes to kiss and snuggle while he’s fucking, but the moment he leans down onto his elbows to get a little closer to the dark mass beneath him, a maw shoots out from it towards his biceps.

“Hey now,” he scolds, reaction quick even though he can’t quite think straight with his cock gripped tight and almost too hot within Gabriel. “None of that.”

The rebuke is gentle enough but Reaper recoils like a kicked dog, the sharp teeth retreating quickly, and his form solidifying once more until Jesse can feel thick, strong thighs around his hips, holding on for dear life.

He’s not tried to bite out of malice, Jesse understands that well enough; he simply tends to get overwhelmed when he gets dick, going near liquid and needy when McCree stuffs him.

“There you go,” he croons, leaning down and nosing along Gabriel’s jaw. It’s still weird to see him without a mask; his face a bit more pale than Jesse was used to, but his dark eyes are wide and desperate just the same, his thighs squeezing until the pressure hurts around his hips.

“You love my cock, don’t you?” He leans down once more, now that Reaper seems to have more control of himself, and rubs their cheeks together to let him feel the rough bristle of his beard.

He reaches down, grabing hand fulls of Gabriel’s gratifyingly fat ass and hoisting him up a bit more into his thrusts.

It is more work than he usually likes, but Reaper has been fussy the whole time and he feels like having him sit on his dick would be akin to giving it off for good, so he decided to put him on his back and do the work instead.

Gabriel thanks him by rippling around his cock like the well-seasoned whore he is and suckling hickies into his shoulders, mouth wet and as uncomfortably hot as his ass.

“Yeah… yeah you love my cock. You’re so hungry for it… Could give it to you when I’ve taken the edge of that itch, hmm? When I’ve scratched where it tingles, and got you nice and filled with my cock. Can let you suckle on it and choke on my dick and give you all the cream you could ever ask for.”

He yearns for a goddamn smoke, his teeth aching with the need to chew on something while he concentrates on not coming too quickly. Reaper is hanging on to his every word, growling low in a way that sounds like the murmuring of an eldritch god.

It unnerves Jesse when he listens to it too much, so he tends to fill the silence by babbling whatever comes into his head.

“Gonna give it to you nice and good. Just like you need.”

feral pup mccree getting taken in by pack alpha gabe and feeling like he doesn’t fit in. he’s used to being put in his place by mean alphas but gabe has been nothing but gentle with jesse. he doesn’t know how to act around the rest of the pack so he resorts to causing trouble in attempts to get gabe to mount him like he’s used to. gabe does mount jesse but it’s not rough and violent. he turns jesse into a preening whiny mess without even knotting him and now the pup has heart eyes for him

There’s a nervous quality to Jesse’s fidgeting that puts Gabriel’s teeth on edge. The pup is looking anywhere but at him, his knee jiggling against his hips like an addict on withdrawal.

He’s not that young anymore, but he still simpers like a pup, lifting his pointy chin and offering up his throat as Gabriel leans down and wants to press warm little kisses against the corner of his mouth. Instead, he hits his jaw. He rolls with it, smearing his lips against the scraggly fur there that Jesse refuses to take proper care of even in human form like this.

Jesse wants to twist around onto his belly and lift his ass up way too fast. There’s a subservience to his behavior that makes Gabriel’s mood sour. Jesse McCree hadn’t been sweet and forthcoming a second since Gabriel dragged him into the pack, and seeing his concave belly flutter with the panting, quick breaths he takes makes him want to back off.

Instead, his large black tail slowly wags from side to side, the curve of it causing his own tip to tickle between his shoulder blades. He leans down, tongue out as he slowly drags licks Jesse’s throat.

They are not that big on grooming – not like the feline tribe a few blocks farther – but Jesse laps it up eagerly. He grunts in surprise, then groans as he lets himself relax for the first time; pretty body stretching out long beneath Gabriel’s bulk; his brown tail slowly revealing his cock as he lets it uncurl from the desperate clench between his thighs.

A nice big dick that Gabriel eyes greedily, wondering how it would feel splitting it open – if he wasn’t suitably sure that Jesse would get a heart attack when his leader presented to him, begging to be mounted.

Later, then. When he’s righted the kid’s head.

“You’ve broken into the storeroom,” he mumbles after grooming Jesse’s throat and the sensitive underside of his scraggly chin. McCree has gone almost cross-eyed, his hands – wide palms and long fingers with knobby joints that Gabriel thinks must feel too good to ride – are closed softly around Reyes’ biceps.

When Gabriel speaks, he blinks slowly. He looks like he has trouble resurfacing, and when he does, his eyebrows draw together and he glances at Reyes with uncertain stubbornness.

“So?”

His outright refusal to deny the accusation is infuriating, but better than the disturbing frightened submission he showcased as soon as Gabriel had crawled over him, cock out and so very interested in the newest member of his pack.

Gabriel lifts one hand, palm across the narrow ribcage, feeling up Jesse’s pec and the meager bit of cushioning he has there. He zeroes in on one of the nipples – tiny and tender, and so very, very sensitive if the immediate color to Jesse’s cheeks is any indication – and gives it a good pinch.

“We will talk about that later. I have no idea how you even got past the guards.”

Jesse smirks, then, cocksure as always – but the expression slides off his face as quickly as it had come as he feels Gabriel hiking his long legs up, guiding them to clamp around his wide ribcage.

One of Jesse’s hands digs sharp claws into his arm while the other claws at the ground. He is looking down between them with a look that is so profoundly worried while simultaneously trying not to be, that Gabriel halts again, the tip of his cock nestled in the warm, humid space behind Jesse’s balls.

“I want you to smell like one of mine,” he rumbles, voice pitched low, chin dipped towards his chest; watching Jesse from beneath heavy brows. “I want the others to curl up with you tonight because they’ll know I’ve made you mine just as I’ve made them mine.”

Jesse is nodding along the whole time, body so open and receptive, but brown eyes large and pupils small pinpricks of fear even as Gabriel minutely rocks his hips and does nothing more than gently fuck that warm, snuggly space behind McCree’s ball sack.

“Christ, pup,” he mumbles, sliding down to his elbows to bring himself closer to Jesse, body blanketing the other man. Usually, Jesse would bristle at being addressed as such, but now he is merely panting, obviously trying not to hyperventilate as Gabriel rumbles low and soothing in his chest. “You’re such a good boy for me, aren’t you?”

He reaches down, guiding himself into that well prepared space. He goes nearly cross-eyed as Jesse clenches down on him, walls velvet and hot, suckling at his cock every step of the way as Gabriel mouths wet against Jesse’s shoulder, trying out his teeth minimally on the tender, thin skin.

McCree is as robust a guy as any; scrappy with long limbs and sinewy muscles – but his skin is stretched taut across bones that look sharp enough to slice through it.

“Good boy,” he murmurs again. McCree’s breath sounds wet in his ears; long and shivery, and when he looks up into his face, his cheeks have darkened even more, eyes gone a bit watery as he lets himself get fucked, knees clamped painfully around Gabriel’s ribcage, hands finding their way almost shyly unto his shoulders to hold on.

Gabriel rumbles again, leaning up, nudging against Jesse’s cheek with his nose, then pressing their cheeks together.

Around them he can vaguely hear the others of the pack shifting. Barely out of sight but close enough. They don’t trust Jesse yet; not as he does. The pup hasn’t given them any reason to; he’s been contrary every chance he’d gotten – but now he is as obedient as they come.

He coos for him, body so unendingly hot as he opens up for more and more, insides having to stretch and accommodate the fat cock slipping in deeper and deeper; demanding a warm, cushioned space to nestle into and getting it offered on a silver platter.

Every now and then, Jesse tries to twist; get on his belly for him. An awkward maneuver in and off itself as he is speared on cock so deeply Gabriel wonders if he could see it bulge his belly. A deep rumble and firm shove keeps him pinned to the ground, however.

His cock is chubby; half-hard and delicious looking. Gabriel wants to get it in his hands; wants to spend hours licking and sucking at it – but he does not think that Jesse will come for him tonight. He seems too confused by his body’s neediness; mouth open and soft in surprise, the long muscles in his thighs shaking.

He seems even more confused, however, when Gabriel pulls out with a grunt, sudden and sharp enough to make him cry out, hands clawing at him, trying to pull him back into the warm, loving cradle of his body.

So very submissive for a young canine man. So overly eager to give his warm little hole away – and Gabriel wonders, as he jerks off with his bottom lip clamped between his teeth, soft whines stuck in his throat, how much of this subservience is Jesse’s natural inclination and how much has been taught to him by other pack leaders. The thought makes him bristle, but there is no room to dwell on it when he comes, watching himself jerk off onto Jesse’s gorgeous cock; striping it and the warm sack beneath with his cream to mark him as a part of his pack.

For a moment, he wonders how Jesse will take it; if he will get flustered about his own half-hard state. He is young and stubborn enough that he would probably get upset – but when Gabriel looks up, panting and still riding on the high of his orgasm, Jesse looks as content and sleepy as he’s not yet seen him.

Fucked out is definitely a good look on the pup.

Vampire Reaper slowly getting fed alcohol concentrated blood by Vampire Hunter McCree until he’s too drunk/desperate to protest when the hunter starts playing with him. I love the idea of a desperate Reaper who got the tables turned on him by his prey, trussed up and getting taunted by that big blood filled McDick but only being able to get it up his butt <3

Jesse’s thumb traces idly Reaper’s lower lip. It’s a slow, methodical left-to-right motion as he stares into Gabriel’s face and gauges his reaction.

The vampire’s cheeks are flushed with the blood McCree had fed him, his breath warm as it ghosts across Jesse’s knuckles.

“That summoner that has given me the herbs sure knows her stuff, hm? Hit you real good. Damn… look how sweet you are for me.”

It only takes a soft press at the joints of his jaw to get Reaper’s mouth to drop open. His eyes are a little glassy but not drugged. He knows what is going on – his usually shitty attitude is simply curbed by the special liquor Jesse has brought him. He wonders if Gabriel has ever managed to get drunk since he turned god-knows-when.

“Damn good stuff,” he mumbles, taking the thermos and lifting it unnecessarily high above Gabriel’s mouth, so he can watch the thick red liquid drip down as he tips the can, splashing messily onto Reaper’s tongue.

He groans, a simple thumb hooked behind his bottom teeth keeping his mouth open. Jesse can see his throat work as he swallows the spiked blood down.

Jesse sits the thermos down on the ground carefully, then inspects Reaper’s teeth. His fingertips slide along the edges; canines razor sharp and long. He’d have no problem biting off Jesse’s fingers – or ripping out his jugular for that matter – but he’s warm and content half-lying on the ground and letting his teeth get inspected and played with.

When Jesse drags a thumb across his tongue, Gabriel obligingly stretches it out, letting it loll like a dog. His flush has crept across the bridge of his nose now, the blood having worked its way completely into his system.

Usually there was more of a fight whenever they clashed, but Jesse is more than willing to let it slide this time in favor of this lazy contentment.

“That’s it,” he mumbles, free hand starting to work at his belt. “Keep like that. Nice and open. Got a nice big treat for ya coming right up.”

Always liked the thought of snake Gabriel, so strong he can crush cars in his coils! And Jesse is super into him, but totally embarrassed cus he doesn’t know how snake anatomy works and cant find his cloaca XD

Gabriel lies back and watches the human fumbling away. He’s just been fed by Jesse, and he is lazy and content enough to let him nervously feel him up without lashing out at him.

Jesse’s cock is out and in his fist, and while it looks nice enough – dark with blood and fat around the middle – Gabriel has no intentions of making this any easier on the kid.

Jesse has had no trouble finding his cock (not hard when it slipped out of his genital slit so ready for some loving from the fumbling young man that had so readily drooled all over it in his haste to worship Gabriel) but finding the tiny opening of Gabriel’s cloaca seemed a lot more difficult.

Gabriel throws him a smug smirk when Jesse looks up at him, and stretches out slowly; letting him see first the muscles in his upper body, then in his tail as he undulated it lazily, the pitch black scales on the back a fascinating contrast to the pure white of his belly.

Jesse gulps audibly and lets go of his cock in order to stroke both sweaty, big hands across Gabriel’s tail. It is a nice sensation – especially when the gentle fingers stroke across his small cloaca again without noticing.

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…

The boss is taking shuddering gulps of air with every small nudge that Jesse pushes his fingers in deeper. He honestly sounds close to a panic attack, but every time Jesse halts, his other hand slowly petting along one of Gabriel’s thick thighs, the man gets ridiculously stubborn, growling and trying to fuck himself back despite the obvious weakness in his knees.

“Nothin’ has happened yet,” Jesse murmurs, a toothpick clenched delicately between his teeth. “Just relax.”

“Move your fucking fingers,” Gabriel snaps back, voice hoarse, insides quivering around the three thick fingers McCree has him spread on.

Just a few years ago, Jesse would have responded with spite; maybe twisting his fingers apart and against the desperate clench of Gabriel’s rim just to make him hurt.

Now, years later and a few pounds heavier, he just hums and turns his wrist; fingers rubbing lovingly against those soft, slick insides.

He slowly pulls out, then, eyes watching the soft gape of his boss’ hole; the dark red insides of his intestines before it tries to clench down. Gabriel is breathing deeply, head falling down between his bracing elbows; probably staring along his heaving belly and the undecided, halfhard swing of his dick.

“Ready for more?” Jesse asks slowly, barely moving his lips. He doesn’t want to loose the toothpick.

He has prepared himself earlier; meticulously clipping down the nails on his right hand; washing it vigorously before coming in. Now it feels strangely cold without Gabriel’s warm body hugging him.

While Gabriel growls abuse at him, sounding weak and wrecked already, he slicks his hand up anew, and puts the three fingers from earlier to the rim. They slide in easily; gliding slow and satisfying into his boss’ body – until his pinky meets the soft rim and Gabriel tenses up, shoulders hunching, breath stalling.

“Easy, now.” Jesse rubs his dry hand along Gabriel’s back, eyes fixed on his ass, brows drawn low in concentration as he twists his wrist and pushes, and twists and pushes.. gently… insistently…

And suddenly Gabriel whines, punched out and broken right in the back of his throat and Jesse can slide in; slow rocking motions that bring him farther in bit by bit.

His mouth is hanging open, toothpick clenched between two teeth on his lower jaw. He can’t believe Gabriel is taking four of his fingers.

He can’t believe he’ll be taking even more.

Gabriel is shaking the deeper it gets; the wider the stretch becomes as they leave the minimal intrusion of Jesse’s fingers tightly pushed together, and enter the wider part leading to his knuckles.

Jesse can feel sweat prickling on the back of his neck. His mouth goes dry.

“Ho, there,” he murmurs, hand heavy on the small of Gabriel’s back. He is talking to him like he would to a horse, but Gabriel seems too far gone to notice anything trivial like that.

Jesse moves slowly, fucks him carefully on four fingers, just shy of pushing his thick knuckles through, and Gabriel’s knees start slipping apart, the tension slowly seeping from his body as he whines long and ridiculously high.

Jesse has to move; putting his own knees to support his boss as he lets him get used to the thought of this – and then suddenly pushes in deeper… not with a jerk but with gentle determination –

and Gabriel cries out but just like that, Jesse’s knuckles have popped in and his goddamn fucking palm is inside his boss; he can feel him hot and quivering around his hand and Gabriel is making sounds like he is losing his goddamn mind – like he has already lost it and Jesse McCree is literally fucking him stupid…

Jesse doesn’t dare to pull out fully once more. He fumbles with his other hand for the lube and squirts a mess half on and half off his hand. Gabriel is very still now – his shoulders and cheek are on the bed. He is sweating, brown skin gleaming velvety in the light Jesse has kept on so he’d be able to see everything he was doing.

Gabriel had not been happy about it, but – “I’m gonna stick my goddamn fist up your ass, boss. I wanna see what I’m doin’.”

“That’s it. Just relax for me. It’s over soon. We’re almost there.” He’s keeping up a low, crooning babble of encouragement but he’s not sure how much even registers with Gabriel.

He carefully pulls back, letting his knuckles pop out (Gabriel jerks and gurgles into the comforter), and tucks his thumb into his palm tightly. Everything is slick with lube; generously so.

Jesse can’t stop staring at his own wrist. It is thick and hairy and soon Gabriel will-

He presses in carefully.

Gabriel takes it, grunting at the knuckles, not yet feeling the new addition that Jesse is carefully slipping in – but oh he does feel it when they move farther… when his rim slides against the swell at the ball of Jesse’s thumb.

Jesse can see his toes moving in his periphery; curling and uncurling along with his fingers; kneading the bedspread like a kitten, quiet and docile as he gets spread open on Jesse’s hand.

It is not difficult to manipulate the rest of it inside; to have the buttery soft muscle wrapped around that thick, hairy wrist he’s been staring at moments earlier.

His whole hand is so very warm.

“I can feel your heartbeat,” he croaks because he can just not say it. It is like he is holding Gabriel’s heart in his palm; quick and fluttery as his inner muscles bear down on him – not as hard as Jesse thought they would… more like a curious squeeze; a flutter and then a quick capitulation as Gabriel’s whole body just gives it up for Jesse.

“I’m gonna,” he rasps, then stops. Swallows. Clears his throat. “I’m gonna make a fist now, ok?”

Gabriel groans low and heartfelt. His cock is no longer indecisive; it is hard and swinging between his thighs even as this very temperamental man looks to be almost catatonic; seemingly dumbfounded by his own daring.

Jesse carefully, starts bending his fingers.

He is inside his boss.

He has his whole hand inside his boss.

It’d be so easy to pump fuck him now; fuck him on his arm…

“So hot, boss,” Jesse mumbles, leans down, presses a sloppy kiss against Gabriel’s ass cheek after spitting the toothpick to the side. “So fucking hot.”

McCree shouldn’t be as excited to have Reaper’s ass planted on his face; he knows as much, but he can’t make himself not puppy eager, his cock already fat and eager in his jeans, the head pushing up painfully behind the heavy belt buckle after he reached down to adjust it.

It’s humid and warm – no, sweltering – between Reaper’s cheeks. He feels like a fever, the nanomachines constantly working and building up an inhuman heat.

Jesse wants to say something about it; make a low, drawling quip about how he hadn’t expected to fly into the tropics today – but Reaper grinds down right then, as if sensing his stupid goddamn joke, heavy balls grinding across first the bridge of Jesse’s nose, then his forehead; settling there warm and oppressive-

but not as oppressive as Reaper himself, his thick thighs tightening around Jesse’s head as he shimmies his hips and settles down like a goddamn mother hen.

Jesse wants to say something – he thought it was funny – but it is hard to keep a clear head when he is suffocating in Reaper’s huge ass. Everything is dark and hot and the tip of Jesse’s nose is nudging against his hole until he can manage to angle his head up and let Reaper properly sit on his jaw.

“Finally,” the dark voice sighs above him. He feels Reaper’s talons scrape at his head – almost lovingly.

Jesse’s head is spinning; his heart is hammering. He doesn’t know if Reaper would hear it if he asked him to sit up and let him get gulps of fresh air. (He doesn’t know if he would care). The thought is as scary as it is arousing.

His cock is trying to strangle itself with his own goddamn belt.

“Begin,” Reaper hisses and his thighs tighten – and Jesse feels like his head had to pop like a grape. His chest is spasming, his bladder feeling sensitive and full; like he needs to piss himself; his body so confused on whether he is going to live or die.

Reaper grunts and sits up; lets him have at least one short, desperate gulp of air before he sits back down.

“Begin!”

Jesse does. He is as diligent as he’s been way back when Reaper had not been Reaper; tongue out and liberally wet, dragging across the wrinkled skin of his anus all the while his hands were occupied with groping; squeezing at the rock hard muscles of his large, shapely thighs.

Reaper is breathing deeply above him and moves minutely; drags his hole against Jesse’s tongue and his balls across his forehead.

He is getting more excited; grinds down harder until Jesse’s head is pounding, his heels kicking at the ground, spurs jingling loud and obnoxiously. He is suffocating between Reaper’s thighs and his cock is feeling like a wound, swollen and pulsing and hot.

He can feel it on his tongue when Reaper comes; the tight ring of muscles contracting and releasing against the inquisitive tip of his tongue, his thighs tensing and squeezing his head until the joints of his jaw are pounding and he is so sure something has dislocated itself…

Reaper lifts slowly, like an afterthought, and Jesse drags in air with a huge, awful gulp, cock pulsing out cum the second the oxygen hits his bloodstream; the sensation orgasmic in itself, his beard wet with saliva and Reaper’s sweat.

He’s a mess, but when he turns his pounding head – feeling like he is running a fever – Reaper is nowhere to be seen.

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.

“You’re so beautiful, all spread out like this, just for me.” McReyes please <3

@zacklover24 said: “

Come sit on my lap pet Mcreyes”

“You’re so beautiful, all spread out like this, just for me,” Jesse purrs. He is sitting in his boss’ chair, and Gabriel can’t take his eyes off of him, even spread out on his desk as he is; big fist around his big, hard cock.

Jesse has gotten big since working in Blackwatch; filled out until the chair looked like it had to be begging for mercy; thighs thick and arms corded with muscle, and dark with hair.

His hands are so very big in their dark leather gloves. Gabriel thinks about how they would feel spanking him, and he can’t help but shiver – doesn’t know whether it is from longing or fear.

He is a little afraid of Jesse’s huge, capable hands, and the sudden knowledge makes his mouth run dry.

“Come sit on my lap, pet,” Jesse murmurs, dark eyes heavy lidded, wide mouth curled in a lazy smirk. He doesn’t comment on how clumsy Gabriel is in his haste to get down from the desk and up into Jesse’s space – he merely spreads his legs wider; creating a nice, broad seat for Gabriel to make himself comfortable in; his hard cock rubbing against the rough fabric of Jesse’s shirt.

His breath hitches when Jesse’s hands land on his ass; large and warm even through the black leather of his gloves. They’re gentle; squeezing and holding on as Jesse hooks his scruffy chin across Gabriel’s shoulder and rubs one hand slowly up his back.

“Sshhh… you looked like a dear caught in the headlights,” he rumbles, other hand affectionately squeezing Gabriel’s ass. “No need to worry one bit. Got something nice planned for ya. Because you’ve been such a good boy.”

Gabriel shudders and leans into him.

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.”