Tag: sub!soldier76

Jack could barely hear him over the jeering of the crowd.

“You got enough?” He was laughing as well, the tremors of his chest jostling Jack’s head where it was clamped beneath Reyes’ arm. He felt light headed from lack of oxygen. His eyeballs were throbbing, chest seizing, arms hugged around Reyes’ sturdy waist – not trying to dislodge him, just holding on for dear life as his head got threatened to get popped like a grape.

The cheering from the crowd bled into the background. Reyes loosened his hold a little. He said something but Jack couldn’t make it out for the life of him, focused instead on pulling air into his lungs, just breathing in, slowly becoming aware of the most useless things – how warm his toes felt, how much his shirt itched on his back… how his neck was nestled into Reyes armpit, everything humid and thick with the smell of workout sweat.

Someone called something and the crowd jeered again.

“Oh you’re a nasty boy, Morrison.”

Jack groaned mindlessly, head turning, nose dragging along the edge of Reyes’ pit, lips instinctively parting pressing suckling kisses into the salty skin, the corner of his mouth tickled by the wet hair. Reyes shifted, thick hip bumping against Jack, jostling him out of his delirious head enough to make him aware of his cock: hard and tenting his training sweats for the whole room to see.

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Some left… a lot were still there to watch Morrison dig his face into the humid stench of Reyes’ sweaty ass. It was shocking to see the blond hair beneath those massive thighs and even more so to see him strain up and push deeper into the man kneeling above him, little sounds of sucking and licking accompanied by low, nearly pained sounding grunts.

“Is he actually digging in there, Reyes?”

Gabriel barked out a laugh. He got jostled by one particularly eager thrust upwards and reached down to get a fist full of Morrison’s hair, thighs tensing as he rode it out and ground down almost viciously – sitting his fat ass down with his substantial weight and suffocating the golden boy in the warm mess behind his heavy balls.

“He’s fuckin’ loving eatin’ my sweaty ass,” was Reyes’ only comment. His belly was filled with fire, cock drooling along Morrison’s forehead. He could feel his little huffs of breath against tender skin; how he nudged the tip of his nose into that dark, hot space, fucking sniffing at him before he snaked his tongue out and dragged it sloppily wherever he could reach.

He wished they were on their own and in private; he wished he could ask Morrison all the questions that were thrumming through his mind as he rode his partner’s face and smeared his heavy sack across the bridge of his perfect farm boy nose.

You like being nasty, Morrison?

You get off on mashing your face into my sweaty pits?

Wanna have me step on your dick, too?

…Wanna make out some before I sit my fat ass down on your face and make you beg for breath?

Fuck.

Fuck.

For those Sentence starters, how about McCree using Good Boy on soldier 76?

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He’d almost forgotten how much he likes this.

Soldier: 76 on his knees for him, stripped down to his boots so he can see the thick cock bobbing hard and excited between his legs, smearing pre-cum on the faint hair covering the slight chub of his lower belly; the precious visor laid in the corner of the room with the rest of 76’s gear, and those milky blue eyes looking around vacantly, trying to pick any kind of shape out in the dark. The old soldier’s throat works as he swallows down a soft whine, shuffling forward on his knees, desperate for any noise to break the silence of the room.

McCree loves it.

“You’ve missed me, ain’t’cha, Jack?” he murmurs, shrugging off the wall and walking toward 76; the soldier’s head snaps toward him at the sound of his voice, blind eyes widening as he nods. “Yeah…’s what I thought. Missed having someone to do this with.”

76 makes a noise too strangled-sounding to be called a keen–a noise of desperation and raw need–and McCree smiles, stopping just shy of the other man’s face and running a hand through his silver hair. His fingers rub lightly behind Jack’s ear as he says, “Why don’t’cha go ahead and get down for me…you remember how I like it, right?”

76 looks loathe to pull away from McCree’s hand, but slowly drops himself down; his chest and shoulders go against the dirty ground, while his hips hike up, baring the clench of his hole to the room. His cock hangs full and heavy between his legs, already drooling pre-cum on the floor–but McCree’s not worried about the mess. He’ll have the soldier clean it up later.

“Yeah….there you go.” McCree’s grin goes lopsided, cock stirring in his pants. He lazily nudges the toe of his boot against 76’s face and chuckles at the eager tongue that peeks out to lick over the dusty leather. “There’s a good boy.”