“C’mon, Reyes…why so grim?”

(My young Jesse drawings just look like Eugene…sigh…lol..)

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.

Teensy drabble for @ikkanrana‘s cute Gabe/Jesse pic

Jesse feels dazed, staring at the ceiling, feeling his neck throb in the few spots where Gabriel sucked small, precise hickey into his skin. He had to keep himself from fidgeting and moving his head around just to relive the memories of Reyes’ beard tickling his skin, the soft wet warmth of his mouth a stark contrast.

There had been no real agenda behind it other than Reyes wanting to make out, pressing Jesse down into the bed with his bulk and petting a slip of warm skin on his hips. There had been no rush – he had himself not be rushed – even though Jesse had started to squirm almost as fast as they had begun, nervously aroused, libido even more confused when Reyes had grunted only mildly annoyed, rubbed his nose along his jaw, and mumbled: “Shit, kid. Calm down.”

He still felt giddy and confused, not daring to move even one muscle as Reyes slept half atop him, pressing him down like a warm, heavy blanket.

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.

Oh oh oh! What about dom!Gabe instructing Jesse to go on a Hanamura train, wearing a certain article of clothing that signals that he’s to be groped. However, the surprise is that the whole car is on it. And EVERYONE wants a piece. Cue Jesse get his wrists tied up by the hanging straps or having his legs spread for pictures. there was a name for this but I don’t remember what. :3

Gabriel reaches down to get a good hand full of the kid’s ass, squeezing hard enough to make Jesse go on the tips of his feet as he wipes his wet lips against his dom’s jaw. He is making needy little sounds that almost make Gabriel re-think the whole plan to get the kid into the train station restroom and fuck him against a dirty toilet stall.

He can feel McCree’s cock against his hip, too; eager and hard, probably leaking everywhere. The kid was so hot for the experience, Gabriel couldn’t bring himself to call it all off just to get that warm, gripping hole on his dick that McCree was so very generous with.

“You ready?” he murmurs when the train pulls up into the station. Jesse whines high and nervous. His eyes are a little too wet and his cheeks burn a deep red. He looks like he’s on his best way into subspace already and Gabriel smirks as he reaches down and pops open the button of his jeans, eyes not leaving his sub’s face as he carefully pulls down the zipper until Jesse’s young, sleek cock pushes out into the air.

“Well then. In with you, slut.” He pushes Jesse towards the door that slides open, watching as the kid stumbles and awkwardly hobbles because his pants are sliding farther down his coltish hips. He looks fucking drunk, and Gabriel can’t wait to get his hands on the video footage afterward.

All those hands on Jesse’s body; how he’d look freaked out and needy, faintly, sluggishly struggling in their groping hands after the first commented about the kid’s dick being out in the open and already flushed with need.

He’d gather him up later, draped across the back of a chair, hole soft and gaping, cum trailing down towards his balls – and Jesse’d tell him about how two big guys held him down and spread his legs and showed the whole car what he had to offer.

Jesse was such a good slut.

Part of my art trade for @offbrandkreuz who wanted a lil something for their pic of omorashi Reyes during his training interrogation which looks mmmmhhh ❤ *kisses fingers like chef*

They’re still afraid of their commander, even 18 hours in and with him fixated tightly to the chair. Reynolds nearly got his nose mashed by a suddenly jerking knee, and now Reyes can’t move much at all anymore, thighs and calves bound tightly to the chair, back ramrod straight to accommodate his cuffed arms.

Jesse was star struck and uncommonly shy. He keeps to the back of the bunch, arms awkwardly crossed in front of him and shoulders pulled up as he tries to explain away the heat he feels in his belly the longer the ordeal goes on.

The room was hot and stinking with hormones and sweat; some of the guys have started ducking out just to gulp in fresh air, but Jesse couldn’t make himself leave other than for quick restroom breaks and sips of water.

They didn’t have the guts to seriously get on Reyes’ case and the wild twinkling in his eyes showed that he knew as well. He was lazy almost, head tilting back, showing them his jugular; eyes heavy lidded. Sensual.

He was daring them to finally make a move and nobody was daring to step forward.

Jesse stared at the way Reyes’ feet moved, a slow tipping up of the heavy steel capped toes that had taken up in frequency. Something was up and it intrigued Jesse but he couldn’t put his finger on it.

“You’re a bunch of useless idiots,” Reyes sighed, rolling his eyes. Jesse’s mouth was standing open and he didn’t realize. He was staring at the commander’s face, a thin sheen of sweat had sprung up along his hairline.

His foot started flexing more noticeably and Jesse squeezed at his own biceps nervously because Reyes was bound down and unable to move much, and it did things to him.

.o.

Reyes had started getting more assertive, and while Jesse knew something was up, he would never have thought….

For 18 hours the commander had kept an almost zen-like quiet, only snorting derisively at their attempts to make him ‘talk’, and they’d been almost startled when he suddenly broke it.

He was sweating more noticeably, little pearls of moisture sliding down his throat or getting caught in his mustache. His knee was bouncing as much as possible.

Jesse was clenching his arms so hard around his chest it hurt to breathe. His cock was swollen and he didn’t dare to move even an inch, afraid others would notice.

They weren’t paying attention to him, though. They were circling Reyes like starved hounds, his goading and the length of the assignment getting to them. Maybe they had all thought they’d break it off sooner; that they didn’t have to try and go against their commander for 18 hours.

Their eyes are shining and their teeth are bared. They look feral and Jesse is just skulking around in the back, watching and breathing fast and shallow, and not trying to nut off.

When Reynolds breaks it startles all of them, though not as much as what happens after.

He roars in frustration and kicks at the chair hard enough to make it fall over with the heavy bulk of their commander in it. They’re all quiet, stunned by the sudden outbreak – and the fact that Reyes whimpers, a tight, little sound in the back of his throat, his eyes clenched tight as he-

Jesse watches, throat dry, cock pulsing as the crotch of Reyes’ thick, dark pants starts darkening even more, going wet and clinging to the bulge of his cock before quickly spreading out to the sides.

“Wha…” one of the guys murmurs and Jesse wants to reach down and squeeze his cock. He’s almost panting like a dog watching as the fabric can’t soak up more of the hot urine and it starts to well out from it, forming a quickly spreading puddle on the ground as Reyes lies helplessly, bound in a way that didn’t give him an option of even covering himself as his recruits stand stock still (rock hard…) and watch him piss himself.

Jesse imagines that he can even hear the stream of the piss; imagines the wet fabric clinging well enough to show the outline of his commander’s cock. His eyes flick up towards his face, his brown cheeks dark with a flush, bushy eyebrows drawn together in angry frustration. It’s when he slants his eyes open and looks at them out of the corner of them, teeth bared and a growling “You all failed!” barked at them that Jesse finally jerks to himself and turns around, legs feeling numb as he flees from the room and into the supply closet just across the hall.

He comes before he has gotten a good stroke in, the mental image of his commander lying in his own piss vivid in front of his eyes, thinking again of all the little tells that should’ve tipped him off but hadn’t.

Holy shit.

I asked @ikkanoodles whether I could write a little something accompanying his pic of Jesse and Reyes frotting and he said yes ❤ ❤ thanks again!!

“Could at least let me finish my smoke, kid. Shit…”

Reyes lets himself get pushed back against the edge of his desk. Jesse mumbles something into the warm space beneath his chin, voice high and whiny as he presses close, arms tight around his Commander’s torso.

McCree is young and greedy, and it shows in situations like this: When he is high off a training session done well, and cocky enough to ignore his own laughable awkwardness and be pushy about what he wants.

Reyes can’t say he doesn’t enjoy the attention or the puppy eagerness as McCree traces wet, suckling kisses against his jaw, dragging his lips against Gabriel’s goatee and seeking for his mouth.

Gabriel grins, free hand coming up to cup McCree’s cheek, helping him to angle his head better for them to make out.

“You been hot for this for a while, eh?” Reyes mumbles against Jesse’s lips, vaguely aware of the smoldering cigarette still between relaxed fingers. McCree whines again – a short affirmative as he nudges himself closer, warm breath puffing excitedly against his Commanding Officer’s lips.

“Easy now,” Reyes sighs, body twisting minimally, to better slot their hips together. Already he can feel McCree’s cock warm and insistent against his own crotch.

“No patience,” he admonishes in a low rumble, thumb wiping soothingly against the kid’s cheekbone. He is pressing slow kisses against his quick, pretty mouth, not letting himself get deterred by Jesse’s overeager whining; how wet he’s already gotten their lips as he huffed with an open mouth, eyebrows drawn together in helpless concentration as his hips buck forward against Reyes.

It doesn’t take long until Jesse starts calming down and lets Reyes take over – lips becoming slack and receiving for the slow, indulgent kisses the Commander presses against them, eyes heavy lidded, watching the flush on McCree’s face and how it brings out the small dusting of freckles across the bridge of his nose.

Every now and then he pulls away, breathing deep and carefully controlled as he slides his thighs farther apart and lets the kid slot more firmly in between. He’ll curl the hand with the cigarette over Jesse’s shoulder, taking a slow drag as the kid waits impatiently for more kisses, one hand sliding beneath Reyes’ hoody, pressing large and insistent and warm against the small of his back.

“That’s it,” Gabriel hums, voice smoke rough, feeding the last tendrils to the kid whenever he starts kissing him again; tongue sliding out in a slow drag first along Jesse’s lower lip, then dipping inside teasing and shallow because McCree was too easy too please; too quick to distract by his own cock bumping against an answering bulge, hips jerking and rutting forward.

“Shit… yeah…” Gabriel sighs, tugging at the kid’s too long hair absent minded, feeling the gun calluses against his back when Jesse starts petting him there.

He jerks when a sharp tone slices through the warm, panting cocoon they wrapped around themselves, turning away from Jesse’s suckling, needy kisses to peer behind him at his desk. There next to his steaming cup of coffee was his phone, display alight, moving slightly across the wood with the force of the vibrations.

He thinks about taking the call for about three seconds before Jesse is moving, hands sliding down and gripping the plump swell of Reyes’ ass – really digging in and pulling him towards his rocking hips, and… yeah. Yeah, whoever’s calling can try again later when he’s not busy.

Reyes even helps McCree then; lets himself get pushed up onto the edge of his desk, thighs spreading for the kid in welcome, heavy boots crossing loosely behind the backs of his knees as McCree starts humping him with vigor, sweet, high sounds spilling from his throat, cheek lying almost dream like against his commanding Officer’s broad shoulder as he dry humps and gropes.

Gabriel wants to be annoyed by his puppy enthusiasm – wants to scoff and push him away and tell him to fucking learn a thing or two before coming here again – but he can’t. He’s too much into this; how greedy McCree is, unabashedly chasing his orgasm, rutting against him in small, desperate motions that make his head feel like it was filled with cotton.

He liked rubbing one off against McCree, dry humping like teenagers in his smoke filled office, listening to his hot, little sounds of need and hugging his hard body to his own.

He maybe wouldn’t admit to it freely – but he liked it. Very much, so.

Shit man just gimme more young brat McCree calling Gabe ‘Daddy’ as he gets the lights fucked clean out of him. (Hell, time fuckery and young blackwatch McCree gets fucked by Reaper and still calls him ‘Daddy’)

Same anon as timefuckery but MAN GIVE ME TRANSGENDER YOUNG MCCREE CALLING GABE/REAPER DADDY. Just fuck me up fam.

It was the worst when Jesse still had the mind and audacity to laugh as Gabriel felt him up; ranging above the skinny body, mouth on one nipple barely cushioned by the little bit of fat that remained even after his life in Deadlock, and big fingers diving deep into the mess that was his cunt, hidden beneath the unkempt tangle of his pubes; a sweet little space for Gabriel to wreck and get soft and spread on his thrusting, twisting fingers.

If Jesse still could laugh, fingers scratching Gabriel’s shoulders up, knees jittery and jumping next to his hips, it meant that he was doing something wrong. That he hadn’t made Jesse sorry for being such an infuriating slut that could never sit fucking still.

He grunts, Jesse’s breathless giggling ringing in his ears, and bites meanly at the small, brown nipple just to get McCree to make another sound. He chokes on his goddamn laughter and becomes absolutely still for a second, fingers trying and failing to grab at Gabriel’s shorn head, spasming at his scalp and pressing his face close to his chest, mashing his scarred nose into the small, hard pillow of his tit before he whispers a small, almost awed sounding “Oh.”

Gabriel snorts, eyebrows drawn in concentration, fingers sliding through the mess of slick between Jesse’s thighs and carding away the generous tangle of his pubes, seeking… seeking… and finally finding Jesse’s clit.

Jesse howls and bucks up, legs lifting into the air without prompting, long narrow feet bouncing in the air as he tries to make Gabriel rub him the way he likes it; in sharp and hard little circles right across the fat nub as he kept him filled with two fingers, testing the give of his walls, how ready he was…

“Daddy,” Jesse whines suddenly, his voice all over the place. Gabriel grins and simply changes nipples, teeth sharp as he tests the very edges against the small nipple.

Jesse forgets to breathe, eager fear making him pat Gabriel’s back down with shivery hands. He fears his teeth just as much as he looks forward to them.

“Daddy,” he whispers, hips twisting, fucking up, “Daddy, please.”

At least he wasn’t laughing anymore. He always forgot to be a little punk shit when Gabriel put his mind to it. Jesse is tall and broad in the shoulders and still his snatch looks so damnably tiny whenever Gabriel nudges his cock up against it. In the diffuse light the soft insides are as bright red as a stop sign in midst of his pubes. A slick, glinting gash for Gabriel to nudge the head of his dick through; let it take a sniff of the treat it was to get.

“Yeah? You want your Daddy to fuck you like this? With your skinny legs in the air like a whore?” he growls and tilts his hips forward, the very tip starting to slowly, agonizingly spread Jesse open.

He goes silent, then. Gabriel can see his toes curl and spread rhythmically where they hang in the air, just about bouncing in his peripheral.

“Never get a fuckin’ word out when you’re supposed to,” he grunts, pushing in deeper, beads of sweat starting to form on his forehead as the squishy walls immediately close around him warm and welcoming; trying to suckle him deeper into that goddamn trap.

Jesse’s voice has become very high and very soft. Little ‘oh… oh… oh’s as he waits for Gabriel to fill him; stretch him out on his commander’s big cock until he can feel it warm his belly from the inside.

“You’ll learn,” Gabriel promises against a scruffy jaw, large hand cupping a small, hard tit and squeezing it. “You’ll learn, baby.”