12th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 8th Fill

Jesse/Hanzo/Reaper/Soldier76 – continuation of this – loss of virginity; chubby mccree; insecurity; rimming; DP – The guys seem hellbent on making Jesse lose his mind.

Jack is still so very hard when he pulls out carefully, his face contorted in what looks like intense pain but has to be something else because he proceeds to jerk off very carefully. They all grab at Jesse and roll him onto his back. He wants to feel guilty about how brick red Jack’s dick is, conspicuously wet until about half of the fat shaft, but it is difficult to have coherent thoughts when he still feels floaty and warm and soft from his orgasm.

Jesse stares at the first cock that’s been spreading him open while the muscles in his belly are still contracting, and wonders dimly how that monster has managed to fit in him. His hole feels tender and impossibly swollen; like his rim has to pout grotesquely after just the bit of not-quite-fucking it received, and when Jack’s hand wanders between his thighs, his fingers gently touching him, he wants to squirm away in a first embarrassed knee-jerk reaction.

Jack does not look like he’s particularly concerned or disgusted of what he is feeling, though; his wide, blunt fingers hook into Jesse’s hole just-like-that, sliding in deep on the wetness he’s managed to fuck into him, and Jesse makes a weird croaking sound.

There is motion all around him.

Gabriel is moving down his side, and leaning above his cock – still so stubbornly chubby as if he hadn’t already come twice in an embarrassingly short amount of time – but before he can watch him open his mouth and get his slippery tongue out against Jesse’s dick again, Hanzo is shoving himself in his view.

The archer has been surprisingly reserved; generous, even, given the fact he’d graciously given Jesse his tongue, dragging it wet and warm across his dick, and, from the look of a bit of cum still at the corner of his mouth and the wet glisten of his beard, also lapping it up dutifully after getting all that thick warm cream pumped all over his lips and chin.

His dark eyes are glistening as he studies Jesse – especially his wide mouth and strong jaw, and when he moves again, it is to throw one of his thighs across Jesse’s head and presenting him with an up-close and personal view of his tight ass and the delicious arch of his back.

“I think we have babied you enough,” Jesse can hear his faintly accented voice, cool and superior sounding just the way he does out on the practice range. Jesse stares, watching as Hanzo reaches back and grabs at his ass, spreading the cheeks and showing the delicious little clench of his hole to Jesse who just stares, mouth soft and open in a surprised little ‘o’. “It is time you earned your keep, don’t you think?”

Hanzo has turned his head, peeking down over his shoulder at Jesse. Haughty. Jesse stares back up, rabbit caught in the headlights, mouth working soundlessly.

Finally he can get out a rough “What-” but before he can fully ask, Hanzo sits down on his face and everything becomes dark and warm.

He panics for a moment when he can’t *breathe* but his body gets the gist before his brain does and he opens his mouth wide and gets his tongue out. He can just about get enough oxygen while he shyly tongues at Hanzo’s hole.

Everything is a lot more confusing when his world is narrowed down to the dark confines of Hanzo’s ass. Even his hearing is muffled by the muscular thighs practically clenched around his ears. It has something… comforting, almost – there’s nothing too complicated about licking an ass and Jesse does not have to fret about whether his belly is scrunched up in a fatty fold or whether the others can see how the chub on his hips jiggles when he carefully rounds Hanzo’s hole with the tip of his tongue.

He can feel hands hooking behind his knees and pulling his legs up high until his hips curve off of the bed. There’s the sensation of someone awkwardly sliding underneath him from the side. He stops licking, just huffing wet and warm against Hanzo Shimada’s pretty cunt, trying to make his muddled brain figure out what they’re up to.

There are fingers at his hole. Dully, he is aware of how it is presented to the room; how all of them must have a pretty great view of how flushed and pouty it is after his very first dicking. Someone grabs his balls and gently pushes them out of the way. He can hear them talking.

The fingers in his hole tug, opening it up, and Jesse whines until Hanzo grinds his ass down on him. He can hear his distinct, deep voice bark something – probably ‘get on with it’ – and continues his licking, though a lot more distracted now.

He whimpers when a cock slides into him; awkward and from below, but still fat and enough to make him whimper – and then there is *another* touch at his rim, blunt and swollen, and his breath hitches, then stops when a second dick is trying to cram its way in alongside the first.

Jesse’s body reacts on instinct, his legs kicking until two pairs of hands start restraining him. He howls but Hanzo grinds his ass down until he feels like his nose has to break sooner or later. He suffocates in Shimada’s ass while the guys carefully try to spread his tender hole on their fat dicks. Tears spring up in Jesse’s eyes. He is sure it can’t fit. It *hurts*, but someone is squeezing copious amounts of lube into him until he feels embarrassingly sloppy and everything just… *slides*.

He whines into Hanzo’s ass, hiccuping every now and then. He feels like a swollen wound; like he is about to burst or something. Everything is hot and achy and his brain is a bit muddled from low-key panic as the men try to fuck him on two cocks but only just about manage to spread him on the tips.

He can hear a strangled voice ‘too tight… fuck… just jerk off into him…’ and then another ‘I want to fill him up this time’.

His balls are pulsating. They feel as full and ripe as they had minutes earlier. Jesse feels like he has to go insane. There is no way he can come again. His cock is *soft*.

But again, the tide of an orgasm is slowly rising.

9th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 2nd Fill

Lúcio/Sombra – rimming, ball worship – Sombra indulges herself and Lúcio in one fell swoop.

Lúcio doesn’t know where to put his ass – though Sombra is suitably sure there are little options at this point – and, amusingly, does not know where to put his hands. He hovers awkwardly above her, his ass and balls just tantalizingly out of reach while he mutters: “Oh… wow…” over and over again, his hands doing something that she can’t see from her position beneath him.

She curls her hands around his thighs and tries pulling him down. It jostles him enough that he has to brace himself, his hands landing on her tits.

“Oh!” he says and quickly pulls his hands away, ass lowering to where Sombra can just about trail the tip of her nose along his ass crack before he jerks upwards again, seemingly caught in the midst of what to do with his body.

She can’t help but laugh and pat his thigh.

“Oh Dulcito,” she coos. “You can touch my tits. I want to do so much dirty stuff to you, touching my breasts doesn’t even ping anywhere near the radar.”

He exhales noisily above her, then his hands settle – on her ribs just beneath her breasts. Sombra snorts but lets him do as he pleases. His hands are big and warm and finally on her. She gently tugs on his thighs and he resists for some more before following her command.

It’s woefully obvious that he’s never sat on a girl’s face. He’s a small man but stocky, and he’s obviously, painfully aware of his weight, but Sombra will have none of that.

When he’s close enough for her to strain up, she presses little suckling kisses right behind his balls. The skin of his taint is so silky soft and hairless – the boy keeps himself meticulously clean – and Sombra delights in the throaty sigh she can hear him exhale forcefully.

His balls, warm and soft, rest against her chin as she presses kisses against his taint and up towards his twitching little hole. He is already hard, his cock dragging against her throat and clavicle as he slowly but surely forgets to be embarrassed and sits more firmly on her face.

He’s adorably sensitive, whining and bearing down whenever her lips or tongue drag against his rim. She wonders how long he’s been fantasizing about someone giving his pretty cunt a good loving. Maybe while fingering himself with a shaking hand, the other pressed to his hot, embarrassed face.

The hands on her ribs become slick with sweat, his thumbs are moving in restless arcs; petting her as she drags her tongue round and round his hole, refusing to dip inside, no matter how much he whines and makes his rim pout by bearing down.

When he least expects it, she dips down, wet tongue curling around his velvety ball sac. Lúcio hiccups to a complete standstill. He must be holding his breath as Sombra slowly pulls one of his testicles into her mouth with a curl of her tongue. She opens up wide, trying to fit both without the use of her hands, and it is a glorious wet mess while Lúcio sings for her and tries to keep his hips still.

She can’t believe it is the first time someone pays as much rapt attention to his… everything. She wonders how any girl or boy could have him in their bed and not try to eat him whole.

By now she does not need to keep him restrained by his thighs anymore, so she lets her hands wander between his legs; palming the crown of his cock while she sucks at his balls and tongues at the seam that so neatly runs between his testicles.

He makes a throaty, gurgling sound above her, hips jerking after all, a pained canine whine coming from him as he effectively humbles himself when he feels her teeth against his sac.

She lets him stew in it for a bit longer before she has mercy on him and pulls back with an obscene slurping sound.

Above her, she can hear him whisper a strained “Oh God” and she can’t help but laugh, head falling back, her hand curled around the slick tip of his cock as she gasps for breath.

“Are you alright?” he asks a bit alarmed. He twists, obviously trying to look at her face. He practically radiates flustered embarrassment, and Sombra strokes his cock just to make him feel better about the whole situation.

“You are just so *precious*,” she finally murmurs. He does not answer, but his quiet feels still decidedly embarrassed. Still, his hands do move, sliding up, the big palms and thick, gentle fingers carefully curling around her tits. The hard points of her nipples press into his skin and she sighs against the wet crack of his ass.

“There you go…” she licks him for earnest, then; long, canine drags of her tongue across his hole again and again and again until he vibrates like a live wire and seems close to shattering apart.

She waits just a little longer before she finally grants him his wish and presses in, wriggling her tongue into his hot, needy ass.

Already she can feel hot splashes of cum hitting her tits, but she keeps on forcing her way inside. She’s sure Lúcio has a lot more in himself for her.

7th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 5th Fill

McHanzo – Rimming; Ahegao; First Time; Creampie; Gaping – Jesse has fucked Hanzo into oblivion but is not quite done yet.

Those last few slow, self-indulgent thrusts before McCree came with a deep, rolling orgasm – almost like an afterthought – Hanzo was little more than a warm hole that happened to be living.

Jesse figures the archer has had his fun some two or three times by the sound of his groaning moans having piqued, hole squeezing down and rippling around his thick cock, and he’s probably not had the energy to do more than offer up his hole for McCree to finish off in.

Or, more likely, he’s not been interested enough in doing anything more than the bare minimum. Hanzo can be a bitch that way, but Jesse can’t bring himself to complain. Enthusiasm or no, Hanzo got a nice ass that feels like wet silk clinging to his dick, and he is flexible enough even in his advanced age that he does not mind Jesse arranging him around until his knees are nearly up to his ribs, splayed to the sides as the gunslinger is draped across his back and pressing – crushing – him into the bedding.

Jesse takes in a long, slightly stuttering breath when the white noise finally recedes, toes uncurling and the delicious ache in his balls vanishing as they, too, seem to relax after emptying themselves so thoroughly.

His cock is still slowly flexing when he carefully pulls back, but Hanzo does not seem to notice it. He just keeps lying there, unmoving, face slack.

He looks fucked stupid and Jesse smugly grins to himself as he sits up, metal hand on Hanzo’s ass, pushing the cheek to the side so he can watch his ruddy dick slip out of an equally flushed, raw looking hole. Well fucked.

It does not close up much, gaping lewdly and displaying the mess Jesse’s made of it, creamy cum slowly starting to ooze out.

Below, the swell of Hanzo’s balls is visible, cock not having been hard during that last round as Jesse managed to fuck a dry orgasm out of him (and hasn’t that been a nice ego boost?).

Jesse hums, metal thumb catching some of the spill and starting to rub his cum round and round Hanzo’s gaping rim. His other hand is circled around his cock, feeling how warm and sticky it is. He’s gingerly squeezing, testing whether he could maybe get it up again and use his own sloppy seconds, but he’s over sensitive to the point of pain and leaves it be.

A glance upward tells him Hanzo is still out of it. He doesn’t seem to mind that his soft dick is lying in a pitiful pool of his own cum, and Jesse is not about to carry around his heavy ass when he’s already played the pillow princess card.

He looks back down to where his thumb has slipped into Hanzo without him noticing. The metal can’t tell him how silky and wet and *loose* Hanzo is, but he knows anyway. It’s not the first time he had him spread out on his dick, after all.

Still… Jesse’s not quite satisfied yet. If Hanzo had been anything closer to lucid, he might have made him lick his ass (easy to coerce him into when he’s drunk on a few orgasms; Hanzo doesn’t mind rimming a hairy ass, then) but like this it’s too much hassle. Jesse looks at Hanzo’s cunt again; nice and fucked out, the only thing missing is Jesse’s dick to fuck it all frothy and make it a real mess, but oh well. Next time. Maybe he’ll bring a dildo.

He sidles farther down until he can lie on his belly. Hanzo might be too out of it for some rimming action, but he sure as hell isn’t.

Hanzo does a sudden full-body jerk when he drags his tongue unselfconsciously across the sloppy gape of his hole, and Jesse owlishly blinks up at how very much lucid he’s become in the blink of an eye.

“What are you doing?!” His face is slowly but surely getting a splotchy red that is pretty ungainly. It’s the kind of red he becomes when he’s embarrassed, and Jesse’s mind is racing while he slowly drawls: “‘M licking you out.”

“Why?” Hanzo bursts out, then closes his mouth with an audible snap when he realizes how foolish his question had been. Jesse blinks at him, then sticks out his tongue and licks him again obnoxiously slowly while holding his gaze. Hanzo flushes even darker. He looks like his head is going to explode or something before he suddenly lets himself fall back down, dragging a pillow close and over his head.

“You are a disgusting barbarian,” he groans, but he’s noticeably not pulling away. Jesse does not answer, brain working while his mouth is on auto pilot, slowly eating Hanzo out who honest to God starts whining into the bed like a little virgin.

How interesting… he’s never had a problem with rimming Jesse – after he’s been plied with a few orgasms or alcohol, that is. Does Mr. Shimada have a bit of a humiliation kink? Oh dear, oh dear.

Jesse quietly grins to himself, then uses both hands to spread Hanzo wide and stuff his face in there while Hanzo makes a weird, high-pitched sound and almost tries to crawl away. When Jesse lifts his head to get air, he’s almost a bit taken aback by what he can see of Hanzo’s face. It is only the lower half that is sticking out from beneath the pillow, but his lips are wet and plump, hair sticking to them as he’s panting quick and shallow. Already on the verge of having another dry orgasm, just from getting his pretty little cunt cleaned.

Who would’ve thought?

5th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 5th Fill

Sombra/Reaper – rimming; sleepy Reaper – Sombra’s favorite pastime is rimming Gabriel. Since he’s a contrary bastard, she has to do it when he’s least likely to fight back.

“Sombra…” He tries to sound threatening but his voice is deep with sleep and more like a purr than a growl. She is sitting on his thick thighs, fingers curled into the waistband of the sweats he’s put on.

“Don’t mind me. I can help myself to the goods.”

He is exhausted, she can tell; there is little to no fight he puts up – just a pathetic little roll of his body that could never unseat her from the throne she’s got going with his massive thighs.

“Get lost.”

“Sure. Will be on my way soon.” She dances her fingers along the spine implant, making the nanobots sit up at attention for her. Reaper groans and wriggles again. He sounds so sleepy; like he has to fight to keep awake even as she plays with the little robots scurrying around inside his body.

“Don’t be like that,” she purrs, free hand finally tugging his pants down. His ass is roughly as fat as his thighs, but much more jiggly. The generous cheeks bounce gently with the force of her yanking the waistband to sit beneath them.

God, she gets wet only looking at that. He rocks her hips, but like this there is little she can grind her cunt against. Gabriel is still trying to get her to leave him alone, but he becomes more quiet when she spreads his cheeks with both hands and gets a look at his hole; nice and plump like the rest of his lower body.

Some ladies would kill for an hourglass figure as his.

She slides down on him; snuggles herself between his legs. He’s become very quiet now, only his soft, irregular breathing giving away that he’s still awake.

He never admits to loving her small, slick tongue on his ass, but she knows he gets off on it more than anything else she does to him. She likes putting on pretty make-up; making herself extra pretty when she enters, because she knows it is something he craves. Have her perfect, pretty little face between his asscheeks, her sharp, cruel tongue delicately, lovingly dragging across the plump muscles of his rectum.

She wonders what goes on inside his head when she does this to him, but he never divulges much. She has to divert to dirty tricks if she wants more than his stony silence; things such as edging him for hours, letting him fuck his big cock into her fist just to let her fingers go slack seconds before he shoots his load.

Or surprising him when he’s vulnerable and sleepy such as now; when his lips are open and wet, panting softly as she licks diligently; lapping like a puppy until he’s so soft and warm and lets her try to wriggle her tongue inside.

He inches his knees apart for her; lets her have enough room to dip her hand inside his sweatpants and get his warm, heavy testicles cradled on her palm.

He can be such a sweet boy when she doesn’t tease him and forces him to speak to her.

She sucks at his anus, making loud, obnoxious sounds that get him to whine pathetically high in his throat. She is drunk on his scent; he always smells good, but down here it is more earthy. Thicker. She could sniff on him all day long.

She sometimes fantasizes peeling him out of his tight leather garb when he’s particularly cantankerous. Slip beneath his heavy cloak and lick his hole deep and greedy while he has to brace himself against a wall and dig his claws into it.

Sombra doesn’t think he’d ever let her do it. But just so he’d never thought he’d let her tongue fuck him while he’s sleepy and open and soft. Maybe he doesn’t know how pretty he is with is long, smoking hair spilled across his back, his lined face a bit slack and so gorgeous.

She has a little picture album of him, with his legs spread, ready to get rimmed by her. She fucks herself while looking at them. Never comes as hard as when she stares at his pouty, dark hole spit wet and soft.

Bummer that he would explode if he ever found out about it.

Was asked for farmer!Jesse rimming shy centaur!Gabriel!

Jesse’s farm is home to all kinds of critters – all of them rescued out of less-than-desirable circumstances.

They are, for the most part, unable to go back to freedom for one reason or another… or refuse to like Gabriel does.

He hasn’t outright stated his reasons; maybe there is a part of him that fears his old herd would not take him in again, or he might be captured once more to make pretty little hops in a circus or be the little ‘show stud’ for a wealthy lady.

Jesse is not entirely sure, but he’s left the door of the paddock open on many nights and never has Gabriel accepted it and left.

Gabriel is a good boy. One of his favorites, if Jesse is honest. A gorgeous centaur even despite the deep scars that mar his dark brown coat.

Even more gorgeous when he is being shy like now: arms stacked against the side of the barn and face hidden against them, while his hoofs dance restlessly left and right.

When Jesse touches his muscular rump with one big, warm hand, he flicks his tail once, sharp, catching the farmer on the cheek.

Jesse laughs at that even through a hiss of pain and rubs the stinging spot.

“Easy, now,” he croons, thumb rubbing back and forth across the glossy coat. Gabriel shudders once – a full body twitch that goes from the base of his tail all the way up to the back of his neck.

Jesse leans forward and nuzzles next to his hand, so close to his goal that Gabriel does another nervous side-step. When Jesse glances up he can just about see the brick red upper curve of his ear.

It is cute, really – because any other time, Gabriel fancies himself the boss of any other inhabitant of the farm, prancing and showing off his strong, gorgeous body on the wide plane that the farmer owns.

Now, though, he’s very quiet and very shy… just from the prospect of Jesse shoving his face between his muscular hind legs and giving his pretty asshole a good licking.

“You’re ridiculous,” Jesse drawls, big hand grabbing at the thick, glossy tail and shoving it out of the way until Gabriel lifts it himself, albeit almost reluctantly.

“Just do it,” the centaur murmurs. He sounds so sullen that Jesse snorts a laugh – and pretends like he isn’t fighting down the instinctual reaction to jump to the side because Gabriel is a little bastard and definitely would kick at him.

However, Gabriel does not seem to have noticed – he is too preoccupied with burying his face in his arms once more, probably feeling Jesse’s warm breath against the pouting, dark rim of his anus.

“There you go,” Jesse croons, voice pitched low and soothing, hands rubbing along the backs of Gabriel’s legs, smoothing down his already impeccable fur.

He doesn’t take his time admiring the sight – is quite sure he is on a timer here before Gabriel’s nerves leave him and he’ll kick out and run away – so he just gets his face in there and licks it.

It is silky soft and smooth against his tongue. Jesse presses closer, smelling nothing but the warm scent of Gabriel’s body. He can feel the fat muscle tremble beneath his tongue as he licks again, and again, and grabs at the backs of Gabriel’s legs like he would at a lover’s ass.

They’re out in the open, any of his charges could come trotting around the corner, but it is not like it is unheard or unseen of Jesse to tend to his lovely creatures and soothe them through some of their anxieties with his thick, sturdy body.

However, Gabriel has proven himself to be delightfully skittish when it comes to being seen in a compromising situation, and it amuses Jesse to no end, even if he would never say so openly.

He keeps his licks slow and leisurely, dragging the flat of his tongue all around the black rim until it is shiny with spit and Gabriel is making soft, punched out noises.

When he starts utilizing his hands, thumbs on either side of the pouty rim to pull it a bit apart and let him lick inside, however, he starts getting louder. More agitated.

One of his big hoofs stomps at the ground, muscles twitching in his powerful hind legs as he makes aborted, deep-chested sounds that grab Jesse directly by the balls.

He wishes he could properly reach between Gabriel’s legs and grab at his cock that would be no-doubt out of the sheath by now, but he is also loath to leave his place at Gabriel’s ass; warm and silky as it is.

He wonders, as he listens to Gabriel muffle his whines against his big, muscular arms, if he could make him come like this; with a little human tongue in that big, tasty centaur ass of his.

He wonders if Gabriel would do as he always does when Jesse makes love to him, and immediately trot away after he’s come; embarrassed and a bit petulant, pretending like he wasn’t the least bit interested in Jesse’s thick, hairy body.

He just might have to find out.

My Ko-Fi

They make the most delightful little sounds when they’re nose deep in the other’s crack.

Gabriel leans far back in his chair, fist clenched around the squat glass of liquor, eyes shining feverishly as he watches Jesse and Hanzo squirm for him on the ground.

Jesse is grunting softly as he buries himself deeper, arms hugging around Hanzo’s waist like a vice. Afraid he’ll get his treat taken away before he’s licked all of Gabriel’s cream from the sloppy hole.

Hanzo is a beast more often than not – his fear is well grounded. He can’t fool him for it.

Hanzo is more quiet; more reserved in expressing his greed, but not less eager for it. He is eating Jesse like a champ, pale hands on his brown cheeks, pulling them apart, buried in the hairy crack of the cowboy’s ass.

He likes it down there. Loves it, even. He’d never admit to it, but it is apparent in the way he sighs every now and then, eyes closed, lashes a dark, adoring whisper against his high, sharp cheek bones.

If Gabriel leans to the side just right, he can see a slip of pink tongue every now and then; delving deep into the loose, warm hole. He can just imagine it; dragging along the swollen walls. Tasting Gabriel’s cock as it had rubbed along them not ten minutes ago.

Jesse is wheezing softly, squirming beneath Hanzo’s weight. Hanzo is unapologetic about lying down on him, making him bear all of him. Their bellies are squished together, their cocks snuggled against throats; hard and weeping and ignored in favor of the real treat.

So hungry for Gabriel’s cock, they take everything they can get.

Jesse had been almost weepy as he realized Hanzo got the main attraction for the night; their hips pressed together, asses up almost comically high – trying to entice him with the dark gapes of their cunts.

He’s fucked them both at once; holding the other over with thick fingers jammed up that greedy, suckling space before pulling out and replacing them with his dick for a few deep, self-indulgent thrusts.

Despite his earlier whining, Jesse looks happy now. He’s gotten what he wanted after all, and Gabriel suspects it might be his favorite to taste anyway. He’s not as greedy to get his belly warmed as Hanzo is; always vying for a fuck; always begging with his eyes and the presentation of his pretty tits.

Jesse is calmer; more mellowed but equally greedy.

Gabriel can rarely keep up with them.

He sips from his glass, cock still out and wet, watching them lick each other’s ass out, trying to one-up the other. Be better, quicker, smarter.

He can see Hanzo’s hand start to inch towards Jesse’s heavy balls. Hanzo has always been a cheater, and none of them had yet been able to train it out of him. They enjoy it too much anyway.

Gabriel lets his head fall back against the headrest, staring blearily at the ceiling as he watches to their messy, wet sounds. Jesse’s grunting and Hanzo’s soft little panting.

Sometimes he can’t believe what a goddamn lucky man he is.

McCree shouldn’t be as excited to have Reaper’s ass planted on his face; he knows as much, but he can’t make himself not puppy eager, his cock already fat and eager in his jeans, the head pushing up painfully behind the heavy belt buckle after he reached down to adjust it.

It’s humid and warm – no, sweltering – between Reaper’s cheeks. He feels like a fever, the nanomachines constantly working and building up an inhuman heat.

Jesse wants to say something about it; make a low, drawling quip about how he hadn’t expected to fly into the tropics today – but Reaper grinds down right then, as if sensing his stupid goddamn joke, heavy balls grinding across first the bridge of Jesse’s nose, then his forehead; settling there warm and oppressive-

but not as oppressive as Reaper himself, his thick thighs tightening around Jesse’s head as he shimmies his hips and settles down like a goddamn mother hen.

Jesse wants to say something – he thought it was funny – but it is hard to keep a clear head when he is suffocating in Reaper’s huge ass. Everything is dark and hot and the tip of Jesse’s nose is nudging against his hole until he can manage to angle his head up and let Reaper properly sit on his jaw.

“Finally,” the dark voice sighs above him. He feels Reaper’s talons scrape at his head – almost lovingly.

Jesse’s head is spinning; his heart is hammering. He doesn’t know if Reaper would hear it if he asked him to sit up and let him get gulps of fresh air. (He doesn’t know if he would care). The thought is as scary as it is arousing.

His cock is trying to strangle itself with his own goddamn belt.

“Begin,” Reaper hisses and his thighs tighten – and Jesse feels like his head had to pop like a grape. His chest is spasming, his bladder feeling sensitive and full; like he needs to piss himself; his body so confused on whether he is going to live or die.

Reaper grunts and sits up; lets him have at least one short, desperate gulp of air before he sits back down.

“Begin!”

Jesse does. He is as diligent as he’s been way back when Reaper had not been Reaper; tongue out and liberally wet, dragging across the wrinkled skin of his anus all the while his hands were occupied with groping; squeezing at the rock hard muscles of his large, shapely thighs.

Reaper is breathing deeply above him and moves minutely; drags his hole against Jesse’s tongue and his balls across his forehead.

He is getting more excited; grinds down harder until Jesse’s head is pounding, his heels kicking at the ground, spurs jingling loud and obnoxiously. He is suffocating between Reaper’s thighs and his cock is feeling like a wound, swollen and pulsing and hot.

He can feel it on his tongue when Reaper comes; the tight ring of muscles contracting and releasing against the inquisitive tip of his tongue, his thighs tensing and squeezing his head until the joints of his jaw are pounding and he is so sure something has dislocated itself…

Reaper lifts slowly, like an afterthought, and Jesse drags in air with a huge, awful gulp, cock pulsing out cum the second the oxygen hits his bloodstream; the sensation orgasmic in itself, his beard wet with saliva and Reaper’s sweat.

He’s a mess, but when he turns his pounding head – feeling like he is running a fever – Reaper is nowhere to be seen.

Yo!!! Little something for @hinoart because of her fuuucking sweet thicc Gabriel. uuuuunnnffff….

featuring adorably stupid Jack just being a slut for fat Reyes ass ❤ he’s such an overexcited puppy. I almost pity him.

Jack had been staring the whole fucking day and the worst was – Gabriel knew it. There was no way he had not noticed his unsubtle Indiana farmboy staring – how he’d stopped everything he was doing the second he’d spied Gabriel walking into the gym, mouth dropping open, eyes taking in the tiny shorts and the tanktop that was clinging for dear fucking life, goddamn Gabriel did you not have anything more fitting?! around the sheer breadth of his torso.

As he’d walked over, casual and bumping fists with other recruits, the small shorts had started to move up – sliding into the creases of his thighs, showing off the meaty, scarred swell of them and further cupping his crotch in a frankly obscene fashion.

Jack found himself wondering whether he was even wearing underwear. Staring – and trying so hard not to stare – he could make out the outline of Gabriel’s dick. Christ.

“Yo,” Gabriel grunted as he’d stepped closer, bending to plop his water bottle next to the workout machine and giving Jack another view of those tiny shorts riding up into the crack of his ass; plump looking and still pure muscle.

By now, they were alone in the gym – and still, Jack had not been able to calm the fuck down. Every time he thought he’d found his equilibrium, another little thing caught his attention: the way Gabriel’s thighs slipped and slid against each other, sweaty and trembling in exertion, the strong muscles in stark relief – no thigh gap to be had with this one… the way his shirt became all but see-through, his dark brown nipples on full display, the thin, straining fabric cupping the swell of his pecs… even dipping into the shallow valley of his belly button.

How the fuck was it even still holding up.

Hell, even the dark, wetly curling hair beneath Gabriel’s arms had taken his rapt attention, only drawn over in the first place by Gabriel’s low grunts of strain as he pushed weights with his goddamn fucking legs. He’d just barely caught himself before starting off on fantasizing about him pushing his face against Gabriel’s ribs and inhaling deeply….

“You’re a thirsty boy today, Morrison.”

He jerked, head snapping over again, staring with owl-eyes at Gabriel absolutely preening on the machine, sitting with his arms up and behind his head, his sweaty body on display – revealing clothes straining to fit around him.

Even his shorts were soaked with sweat. Jack could see the outline of his dick’s head. He could see fucking everything and wasn’t even shocked anymore to realize that Gabriel actually had gone commando – he was too preoccupied fantasizing about sucking Reyes’ dick sweat through the fabric.

“Want a taste?”

Jack’s hands curl into helpless fists on his thighs and release again. His cock is already pitching a ridiculous tent in his own loose shorts.

He nods helplessly – because what the fuck else was he supposed to do?

.o.

“Get in there. Yeah. That’s the ticket, farmboy.”

Gabriel sounds smug and in charge and only the tiniest bit breathless. He’s kneeling carefully on the seat of the equipment, one finger hooked helpfully into the leg hole of his shorts, pulling it aside to give Jack access to the humid crack of his ass – and Jack fucking took that opportunity, burying himself deep enough to make Reyes grunt int surprise brace himself from the jostle.

He is drowning in Gabriel’s fat ass and thinks he will probably suffocate himself like an idiot because he doesn’t want to pull back and breathe.

His hands are on Gabriel’s thighs – those huge, unbelievable thighs – feeling them up; feeling them tense and get rock hard beneath his groping fingers.

His chin is nudging against the soft skin of the heavy, swinging balls that managed to slip out of the tight confines of the tiny shorts. Everything is hot and humid. Gabriel is laughing at him breathlessly; insulting him in rough sounding Spanish that he can’t understand but still makes his ears burn and his cock surge in his shorts.

“Maybe I’ll let you fuck me if you make this good, Morrison.” Gabriel sounds like he’s almost in tears from mirth. He’s angling backwards now, wide hips moving towards Jack, grinding his hole against his eager tongue.

Gabriel’s crack is wet with spit; his skin is silky and warm, the muscles of his ass buttery soft from Jack’s eager tonguing.

“You’d like that, asshole? Get your cock in my fat ass?”

Jack feels like an excited little goddamn dog. He makes an embarrassingly high whining sound and presses closer, hands trying – and hilariously failing – to get a good grip at the girth of Gabriel’s thick thighs. Gabriel howls with laughter, body shaking, grinding back more insistent.

“Yeah I know you want. Shit. You’re good at this, aren’t’cha? Ate a lot of ass out in the cornfields, farmboy?”

Jack wedges his hand between the strong thighs until Gabriel grunts and shifts his stance; one leg sliding off the equipment to brace himself on the floor and give Jack more room, his fumbling hand seeking and finding and cupping the heavy swell of his cock, wrist nudging against his swinging balls.

“That’s it. Fuck. If you can get me off on your tongue, you can fuck me, Morrison.”

No offer had ever sounded so good. So perfect. It gets him stupidly excited, the sheer thought of getting to wedge his dick between those hard, plump cheeks… of trying to fit into Gabriel’s ass, goddamn mounting him, legs spread wide to accommodate the width of his hips…

Fuck, it gets him going. Enough to… to…

Jack whines high in shocked desperation, hands scrabbling at his dick through his shorts, trying, trying-

and failing to do antyhing other than helplessly come in his underwear, cock spurting and flexing, abs clenching hard in an almost dizzying orgasm, his defeat only made worse by Reyes laughing at him while still grinding his ass against his face, demanding to be worshiped to the very end.

Jack clenches his eyes shut tight. They’re burning treacherously as he thinks about the chance he just lost.

McCree/Lúcio/Reaper Commission

Commissioned by the very generous and patient and sweet @carbonoid-nsfw (who I can’t tag properly, thank you tumblr -_-).

We were talking about virgin!Lúcio getting trained by McCree and Reaper a while back and they wanted to know more about that loveliness with lots of Lúcio getting messy ❤

Lúcio hadn’t even been on McCree’s radar the first time they met; sure, the kid was cute – and damn pretty – but also hung out with D.Va and Tracer most of the time; there weren’t really any connections between the two and Jesse was just lazy enough not to want to persue anything; preferring to sit and enjoy the view of cute dimples and a nice perky bubble ass bouncing up and down while the kids played video games.

All of that changes drastically one hot late Summer evening with only a few of the usual suspects lounging around in their own sweat – too hot to do anything but groan, but also too lazy to drag themselves away into cooler rooms of the base.

McCree is about to doze off, hat pulled down into his face, eyes still wandering amelessly beneath the wide brim, and fixating on Lúcio and D.Va sitting at the counter across the room, slurping ice cream – when it happens.

When his obsession starts.

He thinks it’s a trick of the light at first; but it happens again and again – a little shimmer of metal making itself apparent right there in the middle of Lúcio’s tongue.

The kid has a fucking piercing; a fat little ball snuggling against the plush red of his tongue.

McCree is hooked.

.o.

It was not as hard to get into Lúcio’s pants as he had initially thought. It was, to the contrary, ridiculously easy because of one reason that one should not be remiss in taking into consideration: Lúcio was a slut.

He was eager for praise and happy to give love and he was fucking wild for cock, if how he was snuggling on McCree’s lap and reaching again and again for the big bulge in his slacks was anything to go by.

It was almost too quick for Jesse. His mind reeled; he could barely comprehend how his half-assed plan had actually worked; asking Lúcio over to look at a made-up wound, and go from there…

What the fuck had he said? What glorious thing had he said to earn himself a lap full of the short young man and his hot little body wriggling in badly concealed excitement? He needed to remember for future endeavors but he couldn’t keep his head straight; not when Lúcio was begging for a kiss, lips a little open and wet as he offered them up, and… damn McCree thought he’d be better than this. He’d hoped he’d get this far, of course. He’d kinda planned for this to happen – but in the end, he hadn’t thought it actually would happen.

That he’d get to kiss Lúcio; gentle his over eager mouth down into a slow, sensual drag of lips; experience first hand that yes the kid did indeed have a piercing and he hadn’t been imagining things in his half-dead overheated state.

“Easy now,” he wheezes. He has to lean away from Lúcio’s eager mouth; hands on his shoulders to hold him back from seeking more sucking kisses and offer his little tongue up like candy. It feels like he unleashed something and he dimly wonders whether he can even deal with it; with Lúcio slithering down between his knees and eagerly pulling at the fly of his jeans, eyes big and brown and pretty as he peeks up at Jesse’s sputtering face; or how he fucking snuggles with the cock he pulls out; rubs his cheek against the warm shaft and smears the sticky head against his goatee as he obviously tries to hype himself up into giving him a kiss; letting him dip into the warm cave of his unused pretty mouth.

Or… was he even…? McCree feels his cock flex in Lúcio’s clumsy grip, toes curling in his boots.

“Sweetheart,” he grates out, hand cupping the side of Lúcio’s face, thumb rubbing across the patch of his goatee. “Never done this before, have you?” Lúcio squirms on the spot, tilts his head, rubs his cheek into the cup of McCree’s palm and then snuggles in against the wiry thatch of pubic hair more firmly – almost defiantly.

He doesn’t say anything, but still his answer is clear enough. His skin feels feverishly hot to the touch; especially the tip of his ear that McCree playfully pinches between his fingers.

“Could take a picture of ya and show it t’ the world. Lookin’ damn gorgeous with a dick in your hands. Little virgin slut…”

Lúcio groans at that; lips wet and parted against the swollen tip of McCree’s cock, eyes going a little glassy as he rolls them up to look at him; shy and pleading. Jesse grits his teeth, thumb sliding over to push between Lúcio’s lips; fuck into his warm, welcoming mouth and rub across the soft tip of his tongue.

“Yeah? You’d like that?” he whispers, belly a tight clench of need. “You’d love having another cock to play with, don’t you?”

Lúcio closes his eyes, mouth falling open, hands gently squeezing McCree’s cock between their sweaty, excited palms.

“Shit,” McCree rasps, chest feeling tight (and balls even tighter; full and ripe – ready to unload across the gorgeous brown face and mark him up) “Ya gonna kill me, sweetheart.”

He wonders what Lúcio will look like suckling cock for the first time. He wonders how that piercing will feel pressed against his flesh, sitting hard and smooth right in the middle of the plush tongue.

Lúcio is cooing. He’s going at his dick like it’s a small, cute animal, and McCree should probably feel offended by it but he can’t bring himself to when Lúcio looks so fucking enamoured with his cock. Like he’s not ready to let it go any time soon. Like he’ll strangle it in his need to get it to come for him, hands a little too tight around the base, holding it so he can tongue messily at the slit.

McCree fumbles for his phone and nearly drops it to the ground in his haste to get it right side up and open Snapchat. His head is pounding, and his cock is flexing and he wonders how fucking lucky one single man could be when he takes a picture of Lúcio’s near ecstatic face as he liberally drools over the toy he’s gotten himself.

‘He’s a virgin’ the message across the bottom of the picture reads as he sends it off to the one person he knows without a doubt will understand how to properly… react.

.o.

“McCree. How did you even get your hands on that?”

Reyes sounds almost disgusted, and the glance he throws McCree is definitely pissed even as he helps Lúcio to take his cock; big hands around the boy’s head to keep him from choking himself in his enthusiasm like he did earlier.

Lúcio is gazing up at them with glassy eyes and utter reverence, lips looking obscene stretched around Reyes’ cock. His cheeks are dimpled with the force of his over-eager suckling and McCree watches with a dry mouth as Gabriel’s thick fingers dance across the dip before he guides Lúcio deeper onto his dick and turns his head just so – uses the kid as a god damn fleshlight to rub the head of his cock against his cheek from the inside and make it bulge.

McCree squeezes the base of his cock tightly at the sight. He is mumbling something – thinks at least that he is answering Reyes – but his attention is on the pretty brown body stretched out between Gabriel’s thighs like an offering.

Reyes had taken command over the situation the second he had set foot into McCree’s room, and Jesse had to admit – even if only to himself – that he was kinda glad for it. He’d watched with his cock wet from Lúcio’s greedy mouth, as Gabriel had pulled the kid out of his clothes with big, surprisingly gentle hands while constantly murmuring in his ear; and kept watching as Lúcio seemed to melt against the Commander, face getting darker with a flush, fingers curling into the tight shirt Reyes was wearing, young, sleek cock curving up towards his belly with excitement.

He hadn’t expected Reyes to be such a sweet talker – whatever it was he was crooning at Lúcio as he tickled fingers along the underside of the boy’s cock and made him jerk – and if Jesse had wondered whether Lúcio would be put out at the sudden company, his fears were thoroughly assauged at the way Lúcio mewled and practically tried climbing Gabriel on the spot; easily coaxed from one cock to the other.

“Gorgeous, little treat,” he is mumbling now, metal hand sliding along Lúcio’s back – watching him shudder from the cold and lift his hips as the smooth fingers slip teasingly into the inviting little valley he has there.

He crouches down, helps himself to hands full of the perky ass and pushes his cheeks apart to get a nice, good look at the young man’s hole. It looks almost obscenely tender, the little muscle twitching under his scrutinizing gaze.

“Hey little whore. This is where the action’s at.” Jesse glances up sharply at the miffed tone and catches the tail end of Reyes pushing Lúcio’s head back around; he must have wanted to see what McCree was up to; chin messy with spit and cheeks sticky from rubbing Reyes’ cock against them.

McCree watches Lúcio strain back forward, mouth open, eager to suckle the fat brown cock back down again – only for Reyes to restrain him with a fist around the thick braids.

“Nah-ah. Not so fast. You were awfully quick letting my poor dick go just now; you can’t just dive back in as if nothing’s happened.” There was the creaking of the mattress to be heard as Reyes settled in for the long haul. McCree grinned and licked his fingers; let them drag across Lúcio’s hole and listened to the little whimper from above, pretty ass clenching for him.

“Get your tongue out. Show it to me. Yeah, good boy. Ah – but what’s that? Little virgin boy got himself a slutty piercing… Who’d’ve known.”

Gabriel, obviously; he’d seen the picture McCree sent him earlier; the piercing gleaming and in full view as Lúcio had used his cock as an ice cream cone. He looked up now; dragged his scruffy chin across Lúcio’s ass as he placed it there while gently rounding and petting his hole – occasionally dipping down to cup his tender, naked balls. The thought of Lúcio carefully shaving them had his belly clench in sudden, hot need of seeing it.

Reyes was grinning. It looked fucking feral and if McCree had been on the receiving end, he wasn’t sure whether he’d been able to still keep it up at that point. Lúcio didn’t seem to have any compunctions, however; just rocked his hips back a little, showing Jesse the wink of his gorgeous, brown little hole which he gave a little experimental kiss because he couldn’t fucking help himself.

Above, he could hear Lúcio’s whining gasp.

When he glanced up, lips still rubbing across the virgin hole, tongue dabbing at it just to be a teasing bastard, he could just about see Reyes fingering Lúcio’s obediently stretched tongue, the other hand holding his jaw in place so he wouldn’t lunge for Reyes’ cock bobbing fat and inviting just centimeters in front of his nose – or turn and look back again, watching what the fuck McCree was doing to his inexperienced, pretty cunt.

“Why’d a little boy like you get a piercing like that?”

“I…” Lúcio hesitates and McCree huffs a warm laugh right against the twitching muscle before he presses another open mouthed kiss against it – keeping just enough of Lúcio’s attention to keep him scatterbrained and twitchy, and still catch what the hell Reyes was doing. This was going to be a good one. “I just…”

Lúcio was speaking with a lisp; not even trying to get Reyes to stop fondling his tongue and the piercing, and just taking the degradation. What a good boy he was.

“No. Don’t give me that I just bullshit. We all know why you got it.” Reye’s biceps bulged and McCree was entranced by the sight of it; he imagined his former Commander was petting the soft, pink tongue with two fingers; just lovingly rubbed them across the length of it, teasing around the ball of his piercing – and not caring about Lúcio drooling down his chin.

Jesse closed his eyes, hand trailing down to fist his cock and give it a slow, loving drag from bottom to tip while pressing almost chaste kisses against the wrinkled hole; ears open for the conversation above.

“You wanted to be pretty didn’t you? Little boy with his slutty piercing in pretty brown eyes… tell me all about it.”

“I… I got dared to do it.. Online.”

McCree groaned softly into the smooth skin behind Lúcio’s balls, fingers squeezing around the tip of his cock – then slid back up, rubbing his scruffy chin against the tender skin. Lúcio twitched, knees getting restless.

“Keep your eyes on me, whore. So you did it on a dare? Are you a slut that does what random people on the net tell them to do? Did you like it?”

There was a beat of silence in which McCree could clearly hear Lúcio’s breath – fast and panting and definitely excited. McCree chose that moment to finally give him a proper lick – tongue dragging flat and wet from just behind his balls up and across the clench of his hole. Lúcio jerked again, an almost distressed cry ripping from his throat – but he answered all the same, voice shaky: “Yes! Yes I liked it. I was…”

“Hmmmmm…” Reyes breathed sinuously. Jesse shuddered, even as he started focusing more on his task; tongue rounding the tight virgin clench of Lúcio’s ass again and again and again. “You were hard, weren’t you? Got your tongue out for some guy to pierce it and got hard in your lil baggy pants?”

Lúcio sobs, body practically vibrating between the two men; caught between a rock and a hard place.

“Yes! I was so hard. Th-thinking about showing it off to… to someone. Letting them – use me?”

“Is that a question?” Reyes sounded like he was enjoying this immensely. McCree definitely did; thumb playing with his loose foreskin and pushing it across the vulnerable head of his cock, then back again – letting it drag salty pre-cum across his heated skin as he mindlessly rimmed Lúcio; getting him wet with spit. “No… ‘course it’s not a question, dejada. You want to be used like a cumrag. You’re lying awake at night, fisting that gorgeous little dick of yours thinking about men like me and McCree putting you in your place, don’t you? Shootin’ your little boy load fantasizing about your tongue in our hairy asses and your cunt on a silver platter for a good, thorough dicking.

“Oh yeah, I know sluts like you. Even as a pretty, little virgin you’re dying for some cum to warm your belly. Probably been lickin’ it off your fingers whenever you rubbed one out, eh?”

McCree had no idea what the expression on Lúcio’s face looked like but the low, dirty laugh Reyes let out was answer enough.

Fuck, but Reyes had a way with words. Sounding understanding and insulting in equal measures until Lúcio was squirming between them; whimpering and totally forgetting to clench his nervous little pussy up so McCree could fit his tongue inside and rub it against the silky, spongey walls.

“That’s all right, boy. C’mere. Papi got a nice treat for sloppy whores that get their tongues pierced. Yeaaah that’s right. Open up nice and wide. Gonna clean your throat with my cock, nene.”

–

The kid, in many ways, reminded Gabriel of McCree. He’d been just as greedy – desperate – for cock; made the same mindless, little noises in the back of his throat when sucking dick; got just as excited and shivery when he got his ass played with like McCree did to him just now.

In other ways, he was totally different. The air of a well-trained cockwhore wasn’t present with this one. Of course.

There were tears in the corners of his eyes and clear fluid glistening at the bottom of his nose whenever Gabriel pushed in a little deeper and made him gag, nostrils flaring, fingers digging into the bedding. He was trying so hard not to have a coughing fit and bite accidentally – it was quite remarkable.

His little tongue felt like sin; weakly fluttering up and rubbing against the veiny shaft whenever he thought of doing so; the hard ball of his piercing clearly tangible as it pressed against his flesh.

He reacted to praise just as violent as he did to insults; little “pretty baby”s getting the same mindless gurgle of need as the “used up slut”s. Lúcio took it all and would’ve thanked him for it if Gabriel had demanded it and his mouth wasn’t full, throat bulging as Gabriel tried to teach him how to take his cock down, only for the boy to start gagging again, tears sliding down his cheeks and drool slipping from the corner of his mouth.

McCree, for his part, seemed just as transfixed by the happenings as the kid himself. Peeking along the slope of the gorgeous brown back, Reyes could just about see the top half of McCree’s blissed out face; the way his shoulder moved as he jerked himself while licking and sucking away at the pretty peach that was the kid’s virgin hole.

Yeah… that cunt. They’d get to that later. Slow and steady; make it spread around their fingers until they could comfortably stuff him. Have him sit on their dicks and cry with the spread and – fuck but that was a nice image.

The pretty DJ distraught from taking cock for the first time and getting his little puss stretched out…

“Hey,” he grunts, one hand sliding onto the back of Lúcio’s head preemptively, eyes narrowed in concentration as his gut starts tightening up. “Brace yourself. Gonna be a good boy and swallow it all, yeah?”

And – bless his heart – the boy looks up at him with wet, wide eyes, brow sweaty and shoulders jerking whenever McCree does something, and he god damn nods. Eager whore flutters his tongue clumsily against Reyes’ dick, presses his piercing against it and looks so determined to…

Gabriel grits his teeth as he comes, hand tight and restricting, holding Lúcio in place even when he realizes what was happening, eyes widening that little bit more, throat first bulging then constricting as he tries in vain to swallow the thick load of cum that Reyes pumps into him.

After seconds it starts spilling out the corners of the boy’s mouth, past his cock, dripping thick and creamy down his chin while Lúcio sputters and gags, more tears slipping down his cheeks and panic making his body shake uncontrollably.

Gabriel does have mercy, then – pulls out with one big fist around his cock and a grit out “Close yer eyes”, keeping the dark, swollen tip aimed straight at Lúcio’s face. He is aware – barely – of McCree groaning and sitting up; furiously jerking his cock and baring his teeth like a dog as he aims for the kid’s brown, gorgeous bubble butt; but ultimately can just stare at Lúcio’s face dripping his load.

It is sliding across the bridge of his nose and the lid of one eye; streaked across his cheeks and dripping out of his panting open mouth with his tongue lolling out in exhaustion.

He looks wrecked – and still tries to grin; shy and hopeful, one brown eye faithfully glancing at Reyes like he hung the fucking moon and stars.

“Damn, kid,” he murmurs, chest feeling warm as he wipes a bit of cum away with his thumb and offers it up; watching as Lúcio eagerly suckels it in. When he glances up, McCree has the stupidest, shit eating grin on his scruffy face and gives him a thumbs-up.

Reyes wants to bash his head in, but he can’t help feeling fond when it’s been the ingrate that put this gorgeous little treat right at his feet.

i reread the virgin gabe ficlet and i’m dying. please, please write more with that. or just more of Gabe being embarrassed by Jack worshipping his ass, flustered virgin Gabe is amazing and lovely and i’m dying of thirst for this thing i never even considered before.

Gabriel’s phone vibrates quietly against his thigh but he ignores it this time, resolutely staring ahead at the orator. He is slouching, hood of his sweatshirt pulled up and into his face; he is listening but nobody else needs to know that.

His phone vibrates again and he shifts on his seat; slides down a little lower, knees falling farther apart. He couldn’t tell whether he was angry or horny – these past days those emotions were almost synonymous for one another. He was starting to form a weird pavlovian reflex to it.

Another vibration tickles along his thigh and his resolve snaps, hand digging in his pants to pull it out, schooling his face into a scowl preemptively.

Still, he could feel his cheeks burn in embarrassment when he saw Morrison’s texts.

Tonight, plz.

Plz Gabe – just once. Just try it ok? we dont have to continue if you dont like it.

gabe cmon please i cant think of anything else just let me get it out of my system i wont badger you again after this if you dont want me to

And while he stares, another one buzzes in:

just try it once PLEASE

He scrolls back up, staring at the messages beforehand – and the one picture he had taken after Morrison had been begging long enough. The one where his sweatpants were shoved just beneath his ass and he was awkwardly shooting a pic over his shoulder through the mirror.

Gabriel scowls more fiercely, belly churning in embarrassment. Angrily, he punches in his answer and shoves his phone back into his pants.

Ok. Fuck you, Morrison.

Pavlovian fucking conditioning. He resolutely ignores the rest of the excited buzzing.

.o.

Gabriel carefully shuffles a little farther up upon Jack’s eager urging and freezes immediately at the low groan from beneath him. It sounds fucking pained and he lifts up, staring down at Jack’s face in dismay.

Morrison is already flushed – not hard when one was as pale as him – eyes heavy lidded. He was practically cross-eyed, blinking up at Gabriel past his hard cock. It looked ridiculous.

Gabriel could feel another wave of embarrassment churn in his belly.

“Are you fucking alright?”

“Wha…? Yes. Yes! I’m alright. Gabriel, I’ll slap your thigh if something…” He interrupts himself, blinks, seems to reconsider. “Give me your hand. I’ll squeeze your hand if I need you to get up. And now sit down. Please for the love of-”

Gabriel lowers himself again; gingerly, one hand at the headboard to steady his descent, the other weaving fingers with Morrison. He wants to break his fucking hand, but he can’t concentrate on that now; not when his sac was dragging warm and heavy across the bridge of Morrison’s nose.

“Jesús,” he whispers when he feels Jack’s warm breath puffing against his hole and squeezes his eyes shut tight. A second later, Morrison’s tongue is flickering against the strong clench of muscle and Gabriel lets out a breath he had not been aware of holding.

Jack’s free arm curls around one of his thighs – hand liberally groping – then starts pulling him down; making him sit sit sit until the heat starts crawling up from Gabriel’s belly again, settling in his face. He was… He could feel the heat building up; how everything became moist with Morrison’s warm, gasping – choked – breaths; the eager drag of his tongue; Gabriel’s sweat.

Jack is making sounds; pathetic little whimpers which he muffles directly against Gabriel’s ass before he opens up; soft and intrusive; rudely licking Gabriel’s crack as far as he could reach, swirling around the shy pucker of his asshole, then sucking eager kisses into the soft skin behind his heavy balls.

Gabriel can’t help but groan, head sinking back, fingers tightening on Morrison’s grip because it got progressively harder to keep his hips calm and loose; not make them move and filthily grind down against the rude tongue trying to push in in in – fuck him wet and naughty on the slippery muscle.

Morrison has trouble breathing and still pushes closer; digs his stubbled chin in until Gabriel grunts and sits up straighter. His cock is hard and heavy; smearing pre-cum into Morrison’s golden farmboy hair that Gabriel wants to rip on; hold onto while he fucking bounces down on Morrison’s face, breaks his nose, makes him suck on his hole…

Gabriel whimpers, belly tightening, hips jerking minutely, unable to keep them still any longer. Morrison doesn’t seem upset by it – quite the opposite. His hand slides over, fingers tickling the small of Gabriel’s back; the top of his ass crack; all the way down until they start rubbing rudely against the slippery clench of muscle.

Gabriel can’t help but whimper, upper body twisting, trying to look at what the fuck Morrison was doing now and not managing in the slightest. His groin felt on fire; his balls smearing all over Jack’s blissfully closed eyes and sweaty forehead.

He was sitting squarely on his face, suffocating him in his progressively more humid ass and still he sounded fucking delirious.

“Crazy bastard,” Gabriel whispers – whines – back arching, hips rocking minutely…

He comes into Jack’s fucking perfect blond hair the second Morrison wriggles one broad fingertip into him. He wipes his cock on the sticky strands for good measure just to get him back for his cheekily wandering fingers.