Tag: mcreaper

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

shiiiiieeeeettttt

yeeeessss

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was a fool.

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

Kid was unflappable.

Reyes had to admit he respected that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

youre taking suggestions? would you perhaps be interested in some mcreyes body worship, with mccree worshipping the shit out of gabriel’s body in any way imaginable. with maybe some ass eating…. i love gabe’s body and like to imagine jesse would too

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It’s been decades since the last time he’s seen Gabriel’s naked body. Peeling back creased leather and reinforced armor, he watches that dark, ashen skin slip into view, tendrils of smoke separating from his flesh like vapor on dry ice and nearly as chilling. He runs his metal hand over the swell of Gabriel’s ass, smile tugging his lips when he realizes.

“You’re still such a looker, boss.” Jesse says, voice low, awe hanging on each syllable as he lifts both organic and metal hands to spread his cheeks. His eyes follow his curves until he sees it, Gabe still soft and pink, though oddly hairless. Jesse doesn’t mind.

His old commander grunts, jerks into the moth-eaten cot they’ve settled on in an abandoned house. There’s a bark of far off laughter, the smell of exhaust and orange halogen glow leaking in through the broken window.

“Gotten introspective in your old age, have ya?” Jesse drawls, pressing his naked hand against Gabe’s hole, brushes his thumb against the swelling curve of his balls, every part of him cool to the touch, smooth like a statue. He remembers the warm pulse of his commander beneath him in another life, quaking and needy.

Well, at least he could make one of those things a reality now.

“Shut up.”

The duality of Gabe’s voice raised the hackles on his neck the first time he heard it, but now it’s just another part of him, new, accepted. If he really tries, he feels a twinge of loss for who Gabe used to be: proud, hot-blooded, intimidating as hell and twice as much in standard uniform. It isn’t even like he’s lost most of those features; it’s almost like Gabe has been enhanced again, a terror, a true otherworldly being physically embodying that past strength. And if Jesse thought about it, late at night, staring at the ceiling while he couldn’t sleep, that he buried this man over a decade ago, and that if any Gabe, monster or human, returned to him, he would never let go.

Jesse’s finger catches against Gabe’s rim, applying pressure but not pressing inside, gauging Gabe’s reactions. The man’s half clothed still, coat tossed to the floor, head tucked into the crook of his arm. The smoke billows around his face, scarred surface a ghostly outline. He doesn’t like Jesse to see his face, but he doesn’t want Jesse to know he doesn’t want him to see. Jesse chuckles, and Gabe’s whole body tenses at once.

“No need for that. Don’t be so nervous.” Jesse leans forward, drags his tongue against Gabe’s hole. There’s nothing to taste besides the faint trace of ash and salt on the back of his tongue.

The wraith twitches, gasps like he wasn’t expecting it. His metal hand tugs one cheek back, opens up space for him to work, flicking his tongue against his finger and finally nudges inside. He wants to tease Gabe, but he knows that’s not what he needs. He curls, feeling around, and it’s like they’ve done this yesterday with how easy he has Gabe gasping, low and hot.

“Still so sensitive. I missed this. Missed you.” Jesse murmurs when he takes a breath. Gabe moans, bites it back, growls.

“Stop. Talking.”

Jesse does, works his mouth against Gabe until his body goes warm and pliant beneath his tongue while Gabe strains and swears, fucks his hips back against his mouth when he draws close, spills warm and thick against the sheets when Jesse curls his finger, like clockwork, like old times.

“Beautiful.” Jesse murmurs, finally catching the crimson-flecked gaze of the one he loves staring back at him.

Gabriel slows his thrusts from their punishing speed, mouth set in a strict line. His chest is expanding fiercely with each deep inhale, sweat pricking at his temples.

Jesse makes a small sound beneath him; weak; almost a kitten mewl as he stretches his head back, offering up his throat and the tender underside of his scruffy chin.

He’s gotten quieter and quieter while Gabriel had fucked him, cheeks growing hot, dark, faithful eyes glassy the deeper his Commanding Officer has pushed, cock nudging into those warm, snug, secret places Gabriel was pretty sure were just for him.

God, the kid felt good on his dick; so welcoming and silky, gripping his dick, taking the fat length with minimal fuss.

“You alright?” he murmurs, gruffly, one wide palm petting over Jesse’s hair and pushing it from his sweaty forehead. “You still good?”

He nudges his hips forward, cock flexing when the action makes Jesse gasp wetly. He sounds close to tears even though there is a trembling, jaunty grin just about visible on his face. He rubs his head against Gabriel’s hand.

“Sure,” he whispers, voice hoarse, his cock lying thick against the thick treasure trail beneath his belly button. Whenever Gabriel fucks into him, it bounces distractingly; he wants to suck it into his mouth and give Jesse’s cute dick something good to remember.

Jesse’s hands clumsily reach for his arms, the fingers trembling as they pat down the corded muscles and then curl around his thick wrists. Gabriel shifts his knees apart, bracing himself as Jesse starts tugging on him. He lets the kid play, curious what he wants from him, and frowns when Jesse puts his wide palms around his scrawny neck.

“The fuck?” he murmurs, thumbs rubbing a slow back and forth. “You want me to choke you?”

Jesse is still grinning. He looks delirious – drunk on cock. He shakes his head no, the flush slowly creeping across the back of his nose.

“No jus’… jus’ stay like that, okay?”

Gabriel grunts, confused but obeying, his thrusts slow and leisurely and liquid as he ruts into McCree. He ends up cradling Jesse’s jaw more than anything else, and can feel his sigh of relief against his fingertips.

“Daddy,” Jesse murmurs, long legs curling across his Commander’s hips, holding on for the ride.

:3 @ikkanoodles wanted Reyes getting WoofCree dick and I could never say no to that. Never.

“Jesse~”

There is no outward sign to Jesse having heard him, other than the lazy twitch of his ear. He is stretched out on Gabriel’s bed, the lanky form of his furry body barely able to comfortable fold itself in on the mattress – but McCree had been determined and Reyes had to give him that: the boy went to hilarious lengths to enjoy a nice siesta.

“Jesse…” he tries again, voice pitched lower. He attempts to sit at the foot of the bed, but ultimately has to grab Jesse’s large paws and pull them across his lap. Jesse stops breathing for a second – he notices how the large barrel chest stops moving – and then resumes as if nothing is amiss.

What a con artist.

“As I recall you got your own room with your own bed,” Gabriel says slowly, his large hand cupping the underside of one paw. He can feel the warm, naked skin of Jesse’s pads against his palm; smooth and sensitive and, when he starts tracing the outline of one, and Jesse’s leg twitches, ticklish.

“I don’t think you need to keep crawling in here like a puppy looking for its Mom.”

At that, Jesse finally stops pretending to be asleep. His head lifts, snout tilting towards his chest to better look at his Commanding Officer, brown eyes large and deliberately sad.

And the thing is – Gabriel knows this; gets almost nauseous at how blatant and bad Jesse is at manipulating others, but it still… works.

Reyes scowls, if only at himself and lifts the two huge paws, pressing a slow kiss against the tips of Jesse’s toes.

“At least put somethin’ on next time. Can’t have you walkin’ round here naked,” he mumbles against the warm skin of one paw pad, eyes trailing and lingering on the nice, furry sheath and the big furry balls beneath.

“Shit, kid…”

Jesse huffs and Reyes glances up into his face. He is sporting a roguish grin, sharp teeth glinting intimidatingly in the light of the room.

Reyes grins back.

.o.

Jesse holds almost comically still when Gabriel carefully grabs his sheath. His tail is the only moving thing; practically wagging in slow motion as if he can’t contain how giddy he feels, because his Commander has agreed to… play with him.

“You got a pretty dick, don’tcha?” Gabriel rumbles. He can feel it swell beneath his palm, the loose skin stretching from the werewolf’s eager cock hidden underneath. “Why don’t you show it to me? Mutt…”

He says it like an endearment. When his hand moves, sliding down and cupping the warm swell of Jesse’s balls, the strong legs immediately shift to accommodate him, spreading apart and showing everything off.

Jesse is as shameless as he is trusting, mouth open and tongue lolling out of the side as he lets himself get felt up by his Commanding Officer. He rumbles when he feels Reyes squeeze his testicles, testing how much firmer they were when compared to a human’s; how big and warm they felt, ready… ripe…

Gabriel hums low in his throat, he is vaguely aware of the work still piled on his desk, but when presented with Jesse needy and wanting, he can’t help but indulge the kid.

He leans down and presses a kiss against the soft silky opening of Jesse’s sheath, hand rubbing along it’s length firmly and almost negligent, urging the thick swell he can feel underneath the thin skin to move.

Jesse grunts, eyes starting to slit in pleasure, slim hips trying to flex off the mattress and pump into Gabriel’s massaging hand.

“You wanna fuck, boy?” he asks, voice throaty, eyes glinting when he glances up towards Jesse. His hand is moving with purpose, sliding along the furry sheath, jerking the sturdy cock underneath off with the easy slide of the skin along the sensitive, wet surface.

Jesse whines pitifully, legs kicking meekly into the air: all that power contained and unsure because he doesn’t want to hurt Gabriel.

Reyes grins broad and sharp; he can feel his face heating in a dull, eager flush and his cock pressing painfully against his pants.

“Yeah. I got somethin’ special planned for you, kid. Bet you’ll love that.”

.o.

Jesse’s tongue is a menace. Gabriel tries to hold him back, but there is no chance to do so once Jesse has gotten a whiff of the pre-cum gathered beneath his foreskin. All he can do is hold on to the huge head, curled almost into himself as Jesse’s hot breath whuffs against his crotch.

His long tongue is out and eager; tacky wet as it drags along Gabriel’s cock, focusing on the sensitive head to try and push beneath the loose, silky skin.

Jesse wants to get more of the delicious salty taste and he is so very determined to get at it – gentle but persistent – while Gabriel’s legs shake dangerously, pants still awkwardly around his knees, Jesse’s fur tickling against his naked chest.

He is hyper aware of his anus, clenching in need whenever Jesse manages to let his tongue catch against the swollen tip of his cock. This is not what he had planned – what he is still determined to do – but he just can’t bring himself to push the werewolf’s head away.

His hands are fisted in the shaggy fur just behind Jesse’s big, soft ears, hips jerking, not quite fucking into the sharp, teeth filled maw, but close to it, whining pathetically in the back of his throat as Jesse works him over; as tenacious in this as he never was in training.

It’s only when he starts nudging farther down and back, trying to snuffle between Gabriel’s thighs, dripping tongue bathing his balls and trying to reach his hole, that he finally starts pushing against him, cock bouncing awkwardly in front of his belly.

“Back now,” he growls, voice shot, cheeks burning. “Got other things planned for you, kid.”

Jesse’s cock is out and delicious; so long and thick that Gabriel wonders whether he’ll be able to literally feel him in his belly. Whether Jesse’s watery dog cum will fill him up until he’s hot and full to bursting.

The thought makes him almost sway on his feet, need shooting through his belly, toes curling against the cool ground of his quarters. He wants it so bad he starts drooling, Adam’s Apple bobbing frantically as he tries to stymie the sudden flood, head filled with the thoughts of filling himself, having that large, warm doggy cock just for his amusement…

Jesse whines when Reyes climbs atop him, straddling his slim hips, the fur of his long legs tickling against Gabriel’s back.

Gabriel can just stare for a few long, drawn out moments when their cocks line up; his own, dark and sturdy, a good thickness that the kid had profited from more than once – and then Jesse’s goddamn dog cock, longer and dark red, hundreds of delicate little veins trailing beneath the slick-shiny skin and up towards the tapering tip… and thick – bulky – around the middle.

“Yeah. Yeah, you got a real pretty cock,” he murmurs, blunt fingertips trailing along the fat middle, watching how first the almost slimy cock flexes, and then the rest of the werewolf, squirming beneath him, Jesse whining pathetically, his long feet crossing awkwardly in the air behind Reyes, because he has no idea what to do with himself – not when his Commanding Officer is inspecting his cock and looks goddamn starved for it, holding him down with nothing more than the thick thighs clamped around Jesse’s abdomen…

.o.

Reyes face looks a little scary when he takes cock. Jesse knows that – or… maybe he doesn’t. It is hard to think properly in this form, and even harder when his cock is being shoved – crammed – into a space that feels to be way too small for the endeavour.

Reyes face is hovering above him, eyes clenched shut, eyebrows furrowed, mouth a thin, strict line whose sight alone makes Jesse want to stand at attention and salute. He’s been trained to a T by this man, and goddamn if that doesn’t make him want to follow his every command with submissive, doggish delight.

Still, standing still as he had been advised, proved that much harder when Reyes was so very determined to take his cock, inching back and forth and growling to himself in impatience when he can’t get it like he has obviously put into his head.

There is sweat glistening on his forehead, and Jesse wants to lean forward and lick at it, but he feels like Reyes might do something not fun to him when he disobeys his order, so he stays and whines pitifully because holy shit Reyes has just managed to slide a little farther down and the heat of his body is making him go nearly cross-eyed.

Reyes’ insides are soft and strangely comforting, hugging him and holding him warm and slick as Gabriel tries to take more of him.

When he finally bottoms out, they both don’t realize it has actually happened for the longest time.

Jesse’s tail wags cautiously when Reyes lifts his face and stares at him, mouth open and so soft and… and inviting looking, that Jesse can’t help but lean farther in, tongue gentle and loving as he first drags it across the unresponsive mouth once, then twice, then slips it inside because he just feels so much in that moment and Reyes is here and lets him, and his body is cushioning him so well…

“Goddamn,” Gabriel suddenly gasps, brain obviously rebooting with a kickstart. He jerks his head back just to be able to breathe, back arching, insides squeezing and Jesse whines again because there is nothing else he can do – nothing but lie there and take it while his Commander slowly, carefully sits up, his broad palms splayed against Jesse’s chest, bracing himself as he tries to righten himself while stuffed to what could only be the brim with Jesse’s eager, drooling cock.

He doesn’t bounce on him. Instead, he moves like he’s hurting: slow and careful rocking motions of his hips dragging Jesse’s cock along his soft inner walls in agonizing, small rubs.

When Jesse looks for it, he can see it, too; the slight bulge at the front of Reyes’ hard belly moving subtly. His cock. His cock filling Commander Reyes so thoroughly that the human has gone utterly silent with pleasure, mouth hanging open, taking in deep, gasping breaths and nothing more.

The loudest sound is the squelching of their bodies: the generous amount of pre-cum that Jesse produced getting forced out next to his cock with every new, small rocking motion, to slick down his sheath and get it tacky, then pool around his hurting balls.

And damn does he want to fuck right now; wants to mount Reyes and give it to him, rabbit fucking his big, juicy doggy cock into that lovely hole and make the strict, no-nonsense Commander howl with it.

He wants to fuck him into the mattress and through the goddamn floor, ranging above him and holding him down; wants the whole base to hear him as he’s getting stuffed good and proper, gets the dick he’s always lusting after and not letting himself actually have.

He wants everybody to know that Reyes is his

– and that he is Reyes’…

He doesn’t do any of these things, though. He knows he will never do them. He will never, unless Reyes commands him to do it, because Jesse is helplessly addicted to following orders and even if his cock aches staring at Reyes in the showers, in the hangar, in the briefing rooms… everywhere…

He would not – could not – do anything without the permission.

How sad he was.

The Deadlock rebell. How proud he had been to be part of that group; to not have to listen to anybody, thankyouverymuch; and how eager he was now to follow this particular man, willingly laying down and letting himself get used, feeling his balls throb and his cock flex inside that snug, warm body and knowing he’ll not be able to come… not without Reyes’ orders.

He’ll not get to shoot his load, to fill his Commander up to bursting, until he’s had the permission – until Reyes had his fill on his drooling, fat dog cock – and Jesse wouldn’t have it any other way.

angededesespoir replied to your post:
I just want to thank you for your ficlets, because…

1st off: Seconding what the anon said. I enjoy your writing so much. Thanks for sharing your work w/ us. ❤ 2nd: What about a combo. of both? Gabe sucking off random dudes for stress relief, but then in saunters Jesse McCree.

thaank ❤ so sweet

Jesse wonders if Reyes was as intense with the other guys whose dicks he sucked; hunkering down, nonchalantly handling Jesse’s cock, dragging his mouth along the shaft, letting his beard tickle him – looking more like he was preparing a goddamn smoke than squatting in a dingy interrogation room, beanie still firmly on his shorn head, taking dick after dick.

He was looking up at Jesse, eyes heavy lidded, yes, but never breaking contact as he carefully, skillfully rolled the dark foreskin back to expose Jesse’s shiny glans, looking so shocking and wet next to Reyes’ mouth and against the chocolate brown of his beard.

Jesse tries to peek at the other guys standing around, jerking their wet cocks, trying to get it up again for another round, but he’s arrested by Reyes’ goddamn gaze as he suckles just at the tip, tonguing soft at the slit and dipping in just as he feeds himself just a bit more, cheeks pulling in, and wow that’s a good look on the commander.

Jesse feels trapped by the gaze, bullied into keeping up his erection – he doesn’t know what Reyes will do if he takes his cock away from him now, and he sure as all hell doesn’t want to find out. 

He still thinks that he wouldn’t have managed to get it up in the first place if he had been confronted with Reyes’ hot, lazer focus stare in the first place.

Jesse chuffs. He would babble, but the edge of his shirt is between his teeth. Reyes has pushed it up, away from his abs, his hand looking so huge across his belly, and Jesse had just followed the quiet demand as he followed everything his Commander wanted.

Reyes is sucking in more, lips wet, making the slide easier as he lets the swollen head of Jesse’s cock slide along his tongue until it softly dips against the constriction of his throat.

Reyes groans and Jesse whines, hips tilting forward – not daring to thrust but needing to do something. Offering his cock up, begging for Reyes to let it slip into his throat.

Reyes does not, though – at least not yet. He pulls back with a self-indulgent slurp, big hand fisting Jesse, pumping his dick and still staring up at him, mouth stretched in an almost drunk looking grin.

“Got a nice dick on you, McCree.”

“Th-thank you, Sir.”

Reyes chuckles and leans back in.

Centaur!Gabriel porn for @ikkanoodles because he’s a good dad. A good, soft dad.

“Are you…” Jesse stops, swallows excess saliva, rubs one hand across his mouth and scruffy chin. “Are you okay with this? Is this – is this okay?”

He slips closer on his knees, nervously eying Gabriel’s hind leg, curled towards his body almost daintily for such a huge creature, the hoof close enough to Jesse’s head to make his heart race – but not soften his cock.

His hand is around his dick, clutching it like a lifeline, almost strangling the poor thing. Gabriel is quiet, torso curled towards him as he braces himself with an elbow and watches the proceedings with an unreadable face.

He is capable of human speech, Jesse knows that for a fact, but  as usual he prefers to let him suffer – just remains silent and watches with something akin to mild curiosity in the slant of his eyebrows, his forelegs tucked neatly towards his chest.

Gabriel is a gorgeous specimen, now that he’s allowed Jesse to actually groom him after weeks and months of getting closer in painfully small increments. The branding on his haunch and the scars on his torso and face telling his story well enough to make Jesse think it would be worth it to try and get closer to this one; make him hurt a little less by coaxing him into shelter and dressing his wounds.

He almost feels like he was taking advantage – if Gabriel weren’t so very capable of showing him exactly what he thought of something when he didn’t like it.

The centaur’s belly is large and warm and tight beneath Jesse’s trembling, petting hand. Close to winter as they were, his fur was thicker and longer than usual, allowing the blacksmith’s fingers to sink in, the tight curls of hair sliding across the digits. He smelled warm and musky and stupidly comforting. If he was in a good mood, he’d let Jesse lie on him, moving up and down with his slow, even breaths.

Jesse had no idea if he was in a good mood now, though. It was hard to say – his face said no (though Gabriel’s face always said no) but his legs curled up and helpfully out of the way, showing off the juicy thick sheath and the large, dark testicles between his strong thighs… oh those told another story altogether.

Gabriel’s belly was moving against Jesse’s sweaty palm in slow drags. He shifted every now and then, moving a little in the softly rustling hay – but only to get a better view of the happenings. The sight of his dark eyes intently watching Jesse inch his way towards his velvety looking crotch, thumb just about able to slowly slide along the tender space where the sheath met the warm belly, was doing… things to him.

Things that made his cock pulse in his clammy hand and pre-cum bead at the tip.

“Okay,” Jesse breathes, heart beating so hard it made him almost nauseous. He turns his head, wipes his wet mouth against his shoulder, and gets stuck in that position – head turned away, just about peeking at what he is doing, mesmerized by his own daring as he suddenly slides his hand over and on Gabriel’s sheath.

His mouth drops open a little then, breath hitching in his chest as his tingling fingers carefully close around the juicy girth, then squeeze a little.

“Okay,” he whispers again, thumb stroking, palm tingling. Gabriel’s sheath feels so velvety against his palm. Warm and soft, and thick where he is gripping it halfway down, and Jesse can feel his cock surge against his palm when he realizes that he is holding Gabriel’s cock right now. It’s in there.

He is touching Gabriel’s cock, squeezing it with a trembling, uneducated fist, and all the creature does is watch him silently, hind leg twitching but ultimately carefully still. Letting him touch.

A soft huff from the centaur has Jesse jerk away for just a second and glance up at his face, guilt churning in his belly – until he sees the dark flush on the creature’s cheekbones and the way his ears are tilted; backwards, yes, but not aggressively so (and Jesse knws by heart how Gabriel looks when he is pissed off. Oh yeah he fucking knows that thank you very much).

“You like that?” he asks, voice rough, hand returning to the sheath with a little less nerves and more curiosity. He squeezes again, carefully, brows furrowed as he watches the large belly. “I could… Y’know… if you want to? You could just uh l-let it out and I could…”

He glances up at Gabriel’s face once more. It’s flat again, Gabriel’s lips pressed into an unimpressed line. Jesse doesn’t know whether it’s because he doesn’t like the idea or because he doesn’t understand what Jesse is getting at and is pissed off at that.

Jesse takes a deep breath and nods to himself more than anything.

“Yeah alright. Okay. Wow, man, you got some nice… I mean – they’re really…”

He’s babbling as he slides his hand farther back the sheath, eyes fixed on the prize. He doesn’t know who is more surprised when he boldly palms the large, dark testicles. Gabriel grunts, hind leg twitching again, and when Jesse looks at him searchingly, he has slung both arms around one of his front legs and is hugging it towards his chest as if seeking comfort or a shield, his face flushed a darker red and his eyes wide.

Jesse’s hands seem to move on their own – much like his mouth usually does – stroking, squeezing, carefully palming the centaur’s balls and testing their weight before his fingers start tickling even further back, testing the warmth and feint give of Gabriel’s strong thighs until the stallion huffs again, decidedly skittish now as Jesse’s fingers begin inching their way towards the warm, silky space beneath his tail.

And god how much Jesse wants to touch Gabriel’s hole; the soft, dark skin; how perfect it would be at suckling a cock right in and cushion it warm and wet –

“Okay. Okay. No touching there. I got it,” he mumbles, hands sliding back towards the sheath again, face feeling stupidly hot. He can feel the scars of Gabriel’s rodeo stint on the thin, soft skin, but the centaur doesn’t seem to mind him touching them. He’s relaxed, clutching at his front leg, watching with rapt attention that looks surprisingly cute on his stern face.

“How about a little … quid pro quo?”

He feels stupid for asking it but as usual his mouth runs before his brain can catch up.

.o.

Jesse is not sure Gabriel has understood what he was trying to get at, and his belly feels fluttery and nervous now that he has his back turned towards the front of the centaur.

He feels like that is not a good idea. Gabriel’s front was even more murderous than his back. His arms were… well.

His arms were big and his thirst for revenge even bigger.

He couldn’t see any other way to make it work though; he has to practically sit astride the firm belly, freezing when Gabriel grunts softly at his weight. He had thought shortly about making him turn fully on his back, but he didn’t think Gabriel would go along with that piece of acrobatics.

So there’s no other way in his lust-addled brain to make it work – get his cock close enough to the warm, silky opening of the sheathe to carefully nudge… push… just – just carefully slip inside into what is –

“Fuck… Damn… oh G-God?”

He is hugging Gabriel’s curled-up hind leg and squeezing his eyes closely shut as he tries to breathe through the sensation. He thinks dimly it would have been better to jerk off once or twice beforehand. Take the edge off before he tried anything as this – getting his cock carefully engulfed in the velvety skin of Gabriel’s sheath, feeling how slick and smooth he was inside, and oh maybe he hasn’t been as unaffected by Jesse’s nervous groping as he had seemed.

There’s wet, slimy slick easing his way, and as he cups his hand around the sheath, he can feel it bulge around his cock, flaring as his hips stutter and shift closer, fucking deeper inside until there were tears of overstimulation burning in his eyes and his cock bumped against something else inside, big and firm and warm and –

“It’s your cock oh my god I’m fucking against your cock I can’t-”

His voice has climbed high and breathless. His ass cheeks clench as he ruts further forward. He can feel his cock inside the sheath and can feel the tightness of his hand from the outside around his dick and the sensation makes his balls almost hurt with the imminent need to just shoot.

“Not yet, not yet,” he whispers in a distressed mantra. He wants to fuck properly – fuck… fuck the sheath like a fleshlight with long, strong moves of his hips, but all he manages to do is rabbit fuck it fast and sloppy. He doesn’t have proper leverage with only one leg – he can probably be thankful that Gabriel elects to ignore the way the heel of his other leg is drumming against his flank every now and then… and if he was being really honest, he didn’t have the best track-record with stamina anyway.

He thinks of his fleshlight up in the main house; how similar and yet wholly underwhelming it would be now after this experience of fucking a real warm hole that was clinging to him like wet silk, the flat tip of Gabriel’s not-entirely-uninterested cock nudging against him again and again…

It is actually Gabriel’s soft little grunt from behind him that does him in, however – that, and the big warm hoofs that carefully slip around his waist in lieu of hands that can’t quite reach him where he is straddling the centaur’s belly.

He comes suddenly and messy with a wet gurgling sound as he chokes on his own tongue, making a mess out of Gabriel’s sheath as he fills it with human cum and gets it sloppy wet with it.

When he carefully slides off, face bright red and huffing, he just about catches sight of Gabriel’s unimpressed face as the centaur realized what he did.

smol thing for a few of @ikkanoodles‘ pics again! hhhhhh

“Yeah, that… that works for you? Right?” Jesse mumbles, eyes hooded, watching the slow emergence of the slick, tapered cock. “Just stay still. Good boy. You’re… heh… you’re a good boy, right?”

He’s babbling and nervous, fingers framing the fleshy part of the creature’s slit, palm pressing carefully down to feel how warm and firm he was. Despite his mindless prattling, the shark seemed relaxed – almost bored if not for the way his cock was slowly but surely sliding farther out, the fleshy lips of his slit parting to accommodate the widening girth of it. He had one arm behind his head, the other across his belly as he watched Jesse with dark eyes.

He was calm; the powerful body stretched out, the large fins at the tip of his tail dragging lazily through the water. A little farther away on the glistening stones of the shore lay a large fish carcass, bleeding out sluggishly with a perfect imprint of the creature’s sharp teeth in its belly.

He had presented Jesse with it almost rudely, slapping it on the ground and staring at him with such dark intentions, the young fisherman had thought it was meant as a kind of threat. The sharkman – which he secretly called Gabriel in his head – had looked even more pissy then usual when Jesse had just stood there, hands helplessly spread at his sides, and had vanished for a good half hour before emerging again and lying down, waiting for Jesse to approach slowly.

“Fuck,” Jesse murmured, hand slowly rubbing down the smooth expanse of Gabriel’s tail, feeling the freakishly strong muscles beneath the skin, then sliding slowly back up against the grain – stopping for a moment at the small, tender hole of his cloaca to carefully round it with the trembling tips of his fingers.

Gabriel huffed, tail splashing a little more vigorously into the shallows, making Jesse jerk and glance up at him nervously, other hand strangling his throbbing cock – the stupid thing too dumb to understand when it was supposed to lose interest in the proceedings because a mauling was imminent.

As it was, Gabriel’s eyebrows had drawn together and he looked mildly annoyed and confused – but not like he was about to rip Jesse a new one. So he carefully returned his hand, thumb sliding once, twice across the twitching hole of Gabriel’s cloaca, feeling how soft the skin there was, before he decided that he wouldn’t push his luck and slid the last few centimeters up towards the fully parted slit and Gabriel’s extended cock, the elongated slit at the tip bubbling with slimy pre-cum.

“You’re a good boy,” he whispered, trembling fingertips touching the thick, smooth base of the shark cock, feeling how warm it was and squeezing his fist around the tip of his cock.

Gabriel’s head had turned, dark eyes watching intently what Jesse was doing to himself. There was a new kind of interest in them that Jesse couldn’t pinpoint until the shark suddenly moved, upper body curling towards the young human man, and thick arms curling around him to pull him closer.

Jesse thought dimly that this was how he was going to die: cock out and hand around the slick, intriguing dick of a shark person.

.o.

Gabriel was, despite his prickly demeanour, impossibly gentle. Most of anything, he seemed to just want to clutch Jesse to himself. His arms were large and inescapable and no matter how much Jesse squirmed, he had a firm and careful hold on him, not allowing him to slip from him more than a couple centimeters.

Jesse was overwhelmed.

He couldn’t decide what to focus on first: the careful press of sharp, dangerous teeth along his shoulders and neck whenever Gabriel lovingly nibbled on him, or the slow, inexorable slide of his cock slipping deeper and deeper and deeper, and spreading Jesse gradually farther.

Jesse was whining high in his throat, hands trying to find purchase and only managing to grab onto the thick forearms of the creature holding and fucking him, making him take the slimy, intriguing cock he’d been fondling and dancing around for weeks – Gabriel coming back again and again like a well-trained puppy, offering his body for Jesse’s uneducated fondling.

He wondered, dimly, whether this was some kind of payback; whether Gabriel thought that weeks of getting felt up and molested by the human were the pay for this now: Jesse unwittingly fucking himself on the wicked cock, feet placed on the sides of the thick tail and belly heaving as he breathed through a minor panic attack because he was sure he could feel that long, warm cock right in his belly.

“Don’t… don’t hurt me,” he whined, trembling and overstimulated, his cock – his stupid, fucking cock – so hard it stood up into the salty sea air all on its own, dark red and painful to the touch; his pubes just above it standing in a tacky tuft that Gabriel seemed stupidly curious of because one large hand kept returning to it: sliding down Jesse’s trembling belly to card fingers through it before returning up and hugging around the kid’s ribs.

His fear was unfounded, though: Gabriel never got rough. He huffed behind him, the flap of his gills soft and wet as he seemed to need to take air in from both ways. His teeth never broke skin as he nibbled gently, lovingly, pressing carefully into him and marking him up as he let Jesse fuck himself on his cock.

It took him a while until he realized that he was even doing it: that his small nervous jerks were the only things moving himself on the shark’s cock.

“Oh god,” Jesse groaned, head coming back up, cheeks pounding with the hot embarrassment of it. Looking down he could see his swaying cock, ready to shoot just from the delicious, slick stimulation inside; and farther down he could see Gabriel’s tail; long and greybrown and lazily swishing in the water, his pink little cloaca clenching whenever Jesse moved and his insides squeezed down on the delicious cock. The only sign that Gabriel was just as hot for what was happening as the hapless human atop him.

Lil blurbs for @ikkanoodles‘ shark Gabe stuff :3 because hnnngh

Jesse can’t believe he’s doing this – can’t believe the creature is letting him do this. He looks unimpressed – a little bored, even, but he is accommodating enough to let the nervous young man play and explore.

He’s almost tripped over him earlier; not seeing the brown skin and grey scales until the last second – the lazy whap of the massive tail against the stone cliff the only thing alerting him that he was about to scale a living, breathing creature on his way to the tip of the craggy stone reaching out over the sea.

The creature hasn’t said a word or made a sound, looking at him with disdain as Jesse stood gawking, but for all his standoffish attitude he didn’t seem aggressive.

Jesse had ogled him, from the tip of his head to the sharp fin at the end of the long, thick tail and hadn’t known what to take in first, to be honest. The thing that pushed him closer against any better judgement, had been the sight of the underside of the tail, though.

The creature hadn’t seemed embarrassed in the least, showing him his vulnerable underside – and those smaller fins that were relaxed enough to show just a glimpse of what they were hiding; the curious slit underneath a little pink-ish and puffy looking.

The man – shark… creature…? had watched him calmly as he’d approached, stumbling across the little, smooth rocks towards him, looking up with a raised eyebrow at the gangly human ranging over him until Jesse had fallen to his knees and carefully reached for him.

The creature’s carefully groomed facial hair was soft against his palm and his nervous question of “What are you?” was blithely ignored even as the gentle push of his thumb was not, jaw falling readily open to show off rows of needle sharp teeth even as the gaze returned from disdainful to bored, watching calmly as Jesse stared, cock eager and hard in his pants.

“Holy shit,” he whispered, thumb pushing a little against the creature’s upper lip just to watch the length of it’s canine. “Holy shit,” he whispered again when the man let his tongue just flop out; as pink-ish as the flesh Jesse had seen farther down, and dripping with sticky, slimy saliva that was decidedly not human.

The teeth looked like they were ready to rip flesh and crack bone and still he thought stupidly eager: I want to stick my cock in that.

.o.

The creature moved for easier access and Jesse thought he might be flexing for him. Getting his beefy arms up and over his head to stretch his upper body sinuously, one eyebrow raised again as he watched Jesse move down his body.

He wondered if the shark could feel how sweaty his palms were against his strangely slick skin or the silky minuscule scales of his abdomen. As he petted, eyes staring doggedly at the tender little fins shielding what he had spied earlier, he couldn’t help but notice how rough the skin was when brushed against the tight coat of scales; a sandpapery feel like little thorns against his palm that had him shudder and tail whap against the ground in annoyance until he resumed his petting in the right direction.

.o.

The creature was unhappy with his fumbling as he unceremoniously pushed the small fins to the side (and how soft they felt against his fingers; so unlike the rest of the creature’s abdomen), and stared with his mouth hanging open at the swollen, long slit, but he was keeping still enough for him to rub two fingers up and down the tight seam.

The scales weren’t as unforgiving here; soft and so small it mostly felt like normal skin as he dragged first the tip of his fore- and middlefinger, along and then, when there was no give and the swollen lips wouldn’t part for him, he pressed his thumb against the apex, trying to wriggle his way between while his cock was jerking in his jeans.

The creature’s tail moved again, slapping against the ground and shifting. He could feel the large muscles against his legs and a wave of heat and ice cold washed through him as he realized just how strong the appendage was. Heavy and enough to crush him if the creature was seriously annoyed by his stupid fumbling.

Jesse glanced upwards again, staring at the wide chest and dark pink nipples, then at the careful groom of the facial hair. 

“Fuck, you’re a pretty one, aren’t’cha?” he rasped, lifting his fingers to lick at them – and taste the salt of the creature’s body – then return to that sweet, puffy slit. It was like he had said the magic words – or maybe the creature was just taking pity of him; because suddenly the tense muscles he had felt before became buttery soft, allowing the puffy lips to slide apart and…-

… and a thick, slimy cock to emerge; tapered and sturdy looking, standing upright and needy while the little fins he’d pushed apart earlier were fluttering helplessly.

Looking up, he could see a flush on the creature’s cheeks, facial expression almost reluctantly curious as he glanced down his nose at what Jesse was doing to him.

Well… with a cock, Jesse could work.

Could I perhaps request some mcreyes milkies? I’m chill with either having milk, but Jesse lactating would be interesting. Thanks many!

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“Hurry up, brat.”

There’s color high on Gabriel’s cheeks as he spits the words, eyes averted when he ducks into the small storage closet with Jesse close behind. Gabriel barely manages to get the door shut before Jesse’s on him, backing him up against the wall and tugging at his shirt with urgency.

“Ain’t gotta tell me twice, boss,” Jesse murmurs, pushing the shirt up to Gabriel’s armpits; his fingers brush against the sweat-damp hair tangled there, and he brings them back to his face to sniff, moaning as the heady scent rushes through him. “Fuck, but you smell good…”

“I fucking stink,” Gabriel corrects, but Jesse knows there’s no real venom in his bite, only a shyness that he hides with a prickly attitude. Jesse sighs fondly, running his hands up the muscles of Gabriel’s sides to feel the sweat against his skin.

“I know you do, darlin’.” He ducks his head to chase a drop of sweat up the dips of Gabriel’s toned abdomen, feeling him shiver when his tongue traces over the generous swell of his pectoral and the soft brown nipple there. His lips move against the sensitive, tender flesh as he adds, “But it’s good. So good.”

Before Gabriel can argue, Jesse closes his lips around the nipple closest, sucking hard enough to steal Gabriel’s breath away. It takes a few coaxing pulls to get the milk to flow, but the first drops on his tongue are sweet, creamy, and worth the effort.

Above him, Gabriel lets out a stuttering breath, his head falling back against the closet wall. His eyes close, and Jesse watches with awe the swallow of his throat, the glint of his teeth as he worries at his bottom lip. His temples shine with sweat in the dim light, and Jesse has half a mind to kiss them, to taste the salt–but that would require he stop suckling, and that’s something he just can’t do.

He nestles up snugly against Gabriel’s side, and this close it’s impossible not to smell him–he stinks of their brawl, of sweat and exertion and a body at work, and the heady scent of it in Jesse’s nose combined with the sweet milk in his mouth is enough to have him hard so fast he’s lightheaded.

He shifts his body over a little, straddling Gabriel’s leg; and when he spreads his own, it presses his cock perfectly against the hard muscle of Gabriel’s thigh. Jesse moans against the nipple between his lips and starts up a slow, lazy grind, arms hugging around Gabriel’s middle as he languidly humps against his leg.

The noise Gabriel makes is at once repulsed and begrudgingly fond. “You’re insatiable, y’know that?”

Jesse pulls off the nipple with a noisy pop, and licks his lips to gather any stray droplets of milk from his beard. He grins up at Gabriel coyly.

“Y’can call me whatever you like.” He bends his head to give an affectionate lick to the puffy nipple he’d just vacated, and doesn’t miss the way Gabriel shivers at it. “Just don’t ask me to stop.”