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

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

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

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

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