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ikkanoodles:

my part of a lil trade with @cyberrat they know whats up they knoW

me humble part of The Forbidden PeePee™ trade. I love Ikku’s pics so much ffffff

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

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

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

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

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

Gabriel feels strangely pleased at it.

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

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

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

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

.o.

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

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

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

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

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

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

.o.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.