McCree/Reyes – pit and ass worship; rimming; sweaty; mild stink kink – Gabriel has just worked out and Jesse can’t get over how tasty he is.

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“Jesse…” Gabriel twists slightly, vaguely trying to get out from beneath McCree’s heavy body, but not struggling enough to make Jesse stop. If it were anybody else, Jesse would even say Gabriel is squirming at having his armpit inspected so closely – but he rather not say that out loud. Reyes can be a prickly bastard, after all.

“Jus’ a few minutes,” he begs, voice slurred and a bit whiny. He already feels light-headed from the salty smell of clean sweat, and the feeling of heaving his head wedged between Gabriel’s ribcage and large, meaty bicep.

His whole body is made to crush a man’s head and Jesse loves it.

“You are disgusting,” Reyes mutters. It sounds muffled; he’s probably hiding his face again. Jesse gets off on how vulnerable Gabriel is behind closed doors. How his abrasive outdoor personality switches to near-submissive levels of bickering when Jesse got him spread out and worships his body.

“Yeah,” he groans into the sensitive skin of the Commander’s armpit. He digs his feet into the comforter and pushes himself up more firmly. Gets his face in there to feel the wet tickle of hair against his cheek.

Gabriel smells amazing; especially after a good workout. He might pout and huff about Jesse pushing him down and wanting to get little kitten licks in on the tender skin beneath his arms, but he still wears those ridiculously tantalizing muscle shirts as well; all for better access, Jesse likes to think.

He lifts his head, staring at the hard curve of Gabriel’s jaw, and gently but inexorably guides his arm up and above his head. Gets him to stretch out nicely in front of him – and when he playfully tugs at the dark hair curling wet in Gabriel’s armpit, the Commander gasps for him and does this weird little twist once more; his tiny workout shorts tenting obscenely with his erection.

“God, you look amazing,” McCree croons, tugs once more, then gently drags his fingers from Gabriel’s pit up his lovely stretched bicep. “Turn around for me, okay?”

Gabriel does not look at him; in fact, he has his face still hidden behind his hand, his jaw working as he grinds his teeth and seems to debate whether to follow along or not.

In the end, his own neediness wins out and he turns around with a little grunt, hips immediately shifting as he begins gently fucking his cock against the insides of his shorts.

“There ya go…” Jesse’s voice is pitched lower. Rougher. A good imitation of what it would become in a few year’s time – and Gabriel groans into the pillow he’s got clenched between his teeth now; his lovely cock undoubtedly wetting the fabric of his shorts by now.

Jesse savors the moment in which he pulls down Gabriel’s shorts; makes it nice and slow so he can see how the meaty ass is practically spilling out of them – nice and fat and with a good amount of jiggle that makes Jesse’s insides clench hard and hot and needy.

“Damn, boss,” he whispers, big hands on Gabriel’s ass in a second; kneading the cheeks and pulling them apart without pretense so he can see the lovely hole he’s hiding there; muscle puffy and clenched tightly; twitching beneath Jesse’s insolent fingers. “I fucken’ love your ass. Never seen anythin’ like it.”

He probably sounds drunk as he slurs his words, nestling himself between Gabriel’s thighs so his head is on level with the object of his ardent adoration.

“Could take pictures with it.”

He leans forward, tongue out; getting a slow, self-indulgent lick in. He kind of wants to worm a hand beneath the Commander; get his palm cupped against the wet head of his dick – but he is loathe to get his hands off of Gabriel’s ass. He needs to keep it spread and vulnerable for his greedy tongue. Needs to bury his face as deeply as he can and inhale the sour scent of Gabriel’s ass after a good workout.

Fuck, but Gabriel is tasty.