Tag: Soldier76/McCree

8th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 5th Fill

Jack/Jesse – Erectile Dysfunction; praise; prostate milking – Jack doesn’t always get it up. Jesse does not mind one bit. He loves taking care of him.

They’ve been making out for a while now, and although Jesse is always up for snuggling, perfectly happy to just work his mouth, Jack can feel the urgency radiating off of him slowly… increasing, almost.

The small noises he makes – deep grunts in the back of his throat – become more frequent; his big hand more cheeky as it starts wandering from Jack’s hip to one of his hard thighs, squeezing the big muscle and making sure to dig his thumb against the inseam until Jack automatically spreads his legs a bit, heat surging up into his cheeks.

Jesse makes a sound of appreciation, sliding closer in, twisting until it would be easy to press Jack back down onto the bed. His mouth’s wet, hot slide becomes more insistent, his tongue pushing in deep and possessive until Jack has to push him away by the shoulders just to pant, open mouthed and light-headed, staring into Jesse’s dark, docile eyes.

“That okay?” Jesse murmurs with his deep, smooth voice, his hand squeezing again, and while Jack nods slowly, one hand fisted in Jesse’s wild tangles, it begins moving up and in, unselfconsciously cupping the old soldier’s crotch.

The second of hesitation following is enough to have Jack lower his gaze in humiliated shame. He hadn’t even realized… he’d been so into Jesse’s youthful, greedy advances, he had thought…

“Not today?” Jesse mumbles, already dipping forward again, leaving wet, sucking kisses at the corner of Jack’s mouth, the soldier’s lips suddenly pressed into a tight line.

“Apparently not,” he hisses, humiliation burning hot in his veins. Jesse has never ridiculed him about the… failings of his old body, but he can’t help but feel helpless and inferior in face of Jesse’s blatant, vital youth.

Jesse hums, his ever-moving mouth sliding over towards one of Jack’s ears, sharp teeth biting just this side of not-painful into his lobe.

“No problem. Let me take care of you.”

His big, warm hand is still on Jack’s crotch; still cradling his useless fucking dick, and Jack clenches his eyes shut tight and tries to will himself to react to the gentle squeeze, or the slow back-and-forth of Jesse’s thumb idly petting him.

Alas, his cock remains soft while his balls feel warm and… and full, making him almost squirm.

“Jack…”

“Yes,” he pants, eyes kept tightly, stubbornly shut so he didn’t have to look at Jesse’s pretty, youthful face; the rich brown of his hair. “Yes. Okay.”

It’s easier that way.

.o.

His eyes are still closed when he’s ass-up on the bed. He can’t look. He can’t risk staring down his body and seeing his cock swing soft and embarrassing between his strong thighs.

Everything on his body is strong, trained to perfection, obeying every command… then why not his-

His mouth falls open on a wet, needy pant as Jesse slides into him with two slick fingers. Where the first had been just a *sensation* of pressure and intrusion, the second one is giving him a much more gratifying experience.

A nice stretch. Fullness. He slides his knees farther apart and arches his spine. Lifts his ass up into Jesse’s ministrations. He can feel his flush crawl down his shoulder blades, blatant for the other man to see. He is… lewd showing himself off like that. Letting Jesse peruse his old body.

He should be ashamed but it is hard when Jesse’s big warm hand is dragging along his spine, rubbing against the small of his back where those stinging aches like to crop up every now and then. It is difficult to think of much when one is getting pampered and has the unrelenting metal fingers of Jesse’s prosthetic spreading him open, the tips digging almost bruising into his prostate.

Making him squirm, belly moving quick with his panting breaths.

His cock – his *useless goddamn cock* – feels warm and prickly, the sensation spreading throughout his abdomen, but he knows better than to look. It will still just… just hang there, soft and pathetic. Tonight is not a night for him to get it up.

Jesse does not mind. He is humming low and tuneless, whistling through his teeth every now and then. His own cock; big and beautiful and virile is probably hanging between his thighs without getting touched.

What a shame. What an utter waste.

Jack wants to at least play with one cock if he can’t do so with two, but he’s frozen to the spot. Can feel his cum getting massaged out of him, and he groans long and deep and rough when he feels himself coming in a slow, unsatisfying roll of pressure.

Behind him, Jesse suddenly croons. “That’s it… yeah… god, you look so hot like this…”

He can’t help but take a peek, then; past his firm pectorals with the grey dusting of hair and straight at his cock, looking ridiculous swinging there, with cum dripping slowly from the tip.

Jack squirms, uncomfortable, wanting to get away from the sight and the unrelenting pressure that forces the unsatisfactory orgasm from him, but Jesse’s hand is there, rubbing, soothing, holding him in place as his metal fingers drag against his prostate and make him see stars.

“Stay right there. Let me see how much you’ve stored up, Jack.”

Jack can’t wrap his head around the thought that Jesse actually *likes* this. Milking the cum from Jack’s useless cock. He gets off on mounting him after wringing every little bit from him. Fucking him deep until he sees stars, dry anal orgasms making him grit his teeth and feel like he has to… he just has to… he never knows what. He just knows that there is an unbelievable pressure that is almost frightening in its intensity.

He might be making sounds when he’s like that; pathetic whines that Jesse shushes while he keeps him pressed down, fucking him slow and leisurely.

Jesse likes taking care of his partners. Jack almost hates how grateful he is for it.

Jack was flustered as he shifted on the bed, swallowing hard as he waited for Jesse to come in on the gift he had made himself into. After Gabe told him about their adventures in bed he couldn’t help but start drooling over the idea of what paid under the younger mans damn uniform. So he took matters into his own hands, lingerie on that he had stored in his closet, and hoping Jesse was as open as Gabriel said. He hated being desperate but, he was in need of some relief.

He didn’t have to wait long, and he thought Gabriel might have had something to do with it. Maybe he’s seen the limp with which Jack had walked a few days, or he’s noticed how stiff he held his shoulders.

Either way, it is only a few minutes later that McCree strolls in and barely pauses in his wide stride, pushing the door closed behind him as he watches the Strike Commander laid out on his unmade bed.

“Well now.”

Jack shudders and closes his eyes – puts his forearm across them for good measure and angles his knees apart, the fabric of his garter combo gleaming silkily in the dim light.

“Please,” he begs and he can’t see the smirk, but he can definitely hear it as McCree drawls: “How could I say no to that?”

.o.

He notices McCree pausing for a heartbeat when he crawls close enough to see the moisture darkening the fabric of Jack’s panties, but he takes this obviously new relevation just as easily as everything else.

The man has the disposition of a farm horse and never has Jack been more thankful for it.

McCree pushes his legs apart with his wide shoulders and goes to licking slow, long drags along the slit of Morrison’s cunt, generously saturating the fabric of his dark panties with his spit before closing cheeky lips across his swollen clit to suck on it until Jack can’t help but cry out, scrabbling at McCree’s dark hair.

It hurts, but he wants more, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as he angles his hips up, grinding his pussy against the lazy, rude mouth. He doesn’t realize he’s making noise, stupidly high pitched whines and near sobs, until McCree’s large hands grab his hips and press him down, his big nose dragging across the sodden fabric along the swollen labia.

“Easy now. Calm down. Everything’s gonna be alright, yeah?”

Jack grits his teeth and presses the balls of his hands against his burning eyes.

“Daddy, please,” he grunts. He feels himself flush, embarrassment curling in his belly until he feels nauseous. He knows Gabriel is playing this game with Jesse but suddenly he thinks McCree might not want to play it with him. Might not be as easy after all and get angry for Jack’s presumptions…

But then he is crawling up, huge hot body ranging above Jack, and his cock is out and dragging along his cunt, teasing with the blunt press across the panties that Jack would rip in a second if he didn’t get what he needed.

“Easy. Eaaasy. There – I got exactly whatchu want. You need a good big cock, don’tcha? Yeah. Yeah, that’s what you need. Don’t worry, I got it right here. Daddy’s got it right… here…”

Jesse has reached down to hook his fingers into the leg hole and push the panties to the side and now he grunts as he dips just the very tip of his cock into Jack’s cunt.

Jack thinks McCree might just be going cross-eyed at the feeling of the molten heat he is nudging into, but it is hard to concentrate on anything when he is getting filled slowly, slowly, no mercy and no hesitation as McCree works his sturdy hips to fuck into him deeper and deeper; every little rocking motion sliding him in a couple inches more until Jack is gritting his teeth and scrabbling at McCree’s shoulders, digging his fingers into his armor because the guy hasn’t even put off his clothes – just opened his pants and got his cock out to satisfy that special itch of the Strike Commander.

“Fuck,” McCree swears, low and heart felt, his cock so big, stretching Jack to the max and making his insides throb in a dull, delicious ache. “That’s a nice cunt. Fuck.”

Jack gnashes his teeth and arches his head back, fingers moving, frantically grabbing at McCree’s hair, then digging blunt into the back of his neck.

“More. More, please,” he rasps. He doesn’t know if he’s ever been filled so completely, so fully, so to the utter maximum what he could take – what he thought he could take. His cunt hurt and his insides throbbed. He could feel McCree’s cock flexing inside him and it makes a small, premature orgasm shiver through him and end in his curling, spasming toes.

“Daddy, please.”

“Shush, sweetheart. Daddy’s gonna give it to ya. Fuck. Got such a nice. Goddamn. Cunt.”