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.
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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.
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