Reaper/Doomfist – Daddy Kink; praise kink – Reaper is Akande’s good little boy.

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Akande halts for a moment when he steps into his bedroom and sees the large lump underneath his expensive duvet. He hums thoughtfully, then closes the door behind himself. He has taken longer than he thought he would, and from the look of things it has been bad timing this time.

“My Gabriel,” he murmurs, sitting down at the edge of the bed, big warm hand coming to rest on the large mound. There’s no noticeable heat coming off of the lump – Gabriel does not produce much of it when his nano machines are only working in rest-mode. He carefully rubs, figuring out that he has caught one shoulder.

“My Gabriel,” he purrs again, tugging on the duvet until the greying head starts to emerge. Gabriel looks up at him with just one big, dark eye. “Are you unwell?” Akande murmurs. He leans forward until he can breathe warm against Gabriel’s sunken cheek and press a careful kiss against it. As per usual, the clammy skin feels not exactly pleasant, but Akande is more than happy to get his boy to warm up properly.

Gabriel slowly shakes his head ‘no’. He is not unwell. He carefully nudges his chin out and offers up his mouth. Akande indulges him, giving him a slow, deep kiss, lips sliding silkily across Gabriel’s mouth until he starts squirming beneath the blankets. He makes a soft sound, then quickly goes quiet again.

Gabriel does not like making many sounds when he is like this; he always looks almost a bit scared when he hears his own voice, deep and smooth and as silky as the inside of his mouth when Akande gently licks inside, one big hand curling into Gabriel’s long hair, guiding his head back with a certain amount of force that makes his boy uncurl even more from his tight clench.

He whines when Akande blindly pulls the duvet off of him, but he does not fight it; lets himself get exposed and shows off his naked body because he is a good boy and he wants to get praised; even more so when he feels a bit anxious and needy like he is now.

Akande’s big, warm hand settles on Gabriel’s hip, thumb slowly dragging across one prominent hip bone, then sliding farther up. He touches the large scar bisecting his boy’s belly, feeling how the tight muscles twitch in response.

Gabriel pulls away from the kiss with a wet sound, panting against Akande’s mouth quicker than the bit of foreplay really warrants.

“D…” he halts, glancing to the side, tongue swiping across his lower lip. Akande watches him intently, waiting patiently until Gabriel whispers with a needy lilt: “Daddy…”

Akande groans, his hand going more gentle in Gabriel’s hair. He rolls over, his big body hovering above his boy as he kneels astride his lap, his forehead pressed to Gabriel’s staring right into his wide, unguarded eyes.

“Daddy’s right here, my Gabriel,” he purrs. He cups Gabriel’s jaw and lets his thumb carefully pet across his goatee. He pulls him into another kiss that Gabriel is more participating in, tilting his head up and offering himself to Akande in a way he would never do outside of these rooms.

He makes soft, little noises right in the back of his throat as Gabriel bears down on him and lets him feel how big he is; how much *bigger than Gabriel* he is, in particular.

The first few times they have played, Akande has been overwhelmed with how needy Gabriel had gotten; with how the boy hadn’t gotten tired of feeling Akande crushing him beneath his heavy bulk, his face gone so soft and open and young it had felt like someone was twisting a knife around in his gut.

Gabriel just wants so badly to feel *small* and *overwhelmed*; wants something to gently bully him and tell him where to go and what to do…

“Do you want to be good for Daddy, my Gabriel?” Akande whispers against Gabriel’s wet, panting mouth. He has to pull away when his boy immediately tries to chase his mouth again, tongue flicking out and wanting to lure him into more gentle suckling kisses.

“Gabriel…” He says it deeper, the r gently rolling – not quite a warning but enough to make Gabriel blink and stare at him, mulling over what he has asked earlier, then nodding quickly, breath hitching and mouth already falling open: wet and needy and receptive. A gorgeous little pussy for Akande to carefully nudge his fat cock into once he has nearly sat himself on Gabriel’s chest, bracketing the boy between his knees.

Gabriel goes wild for positions like these: when he is absolutely surrounded by Akande’s body and damn near choking on the thick scent of his cock. He loves having his air restricted by his Daddy’s massive body. Akande suspects he would probably come like a freight train if he decided to choke him with one large hand around his throat, but he can’t find it in himself to do something like that to his precious boy.

Gabriel is so greedy for it; trustingly looking up at Akande as his lips spread around the cock, trying to choke himself on it despite the awkward angle that prohibits him to properly fuck his throat on it.

Akande never needs to do much once he gets his cock anywhere near his boy’s greedy, loose holes. Gabriel is such a diligent little slut; he works hard for it. He wants to be Daddy’s good boy; wants him to know just how much he adores the fat, veiny dick that is routinely spreading him open until there are tears in his eyes because the feeling is so intense and good.

Most of all, he doesn’t want to share Daddy. He is a possessive little bastard, and would probably shatter in a million pieces if Akande even so much as thought to look for a second boy.

Just as well that he is more than satisfied with the one he has…

Akande smiles down at Gabriel and pets through his hair, letting himself get serviced.