Jack’s neck seems to swell with the strain of his low, grating moans; it flushes, veins popping out and Adam’s apple working as Gabriel slowly pushes in ridge after ridge of the new toy he got his friend.

“Like that?” he purrs, readjusting Jack’s leg on his shoulder. With Jack on his side like this, it is easy to get at his cunt; it’s flushed and puffy from the attention already, that plump little cock looking obscenely swollen from Gabriel’s fleeting attention – fingertips thrumming across, then leaving as quick as they had appeared.

“Yes,” Jack is whimpering, hands clawing at the bedding, his own thigh, his hair – anywhere so he wouldn’t let them slide between his legs to frantically jerk off. Gabriel can be very creative with his disciplinary actions if he wants to.

“More than me, cariño mio?”

Jack grinds his teeth, fighting against answering the insidious question again – but Gabriel pushes in a little more; threatens Jack’s poor opening to have to stretch across an even bigger ridge.

Jack breaks quite easily.

“N-No, daddy! Nonono. I llll… lllove your cock so much. Please? Please fuck me?”

Gabriel laughs at him and lets him beg a little more before he starts pulling the toy away, demeanor suddenly changed as he coos at him, big hands rubbing across his shivery hips and clenching abs.

“Shush, baby boy. Yeah… daddy’s gonna give you his cock. You’re gonna cry for me again? Yeah… that’s it… perfect little boy for papi.”