Anonymous said: “ “Come sit in my lap, pet.” with reaper and morrison and milky tiddies plssss uwu”

Anonymous said: “ “Come sit in my lap, pet.” Reaper76, sub!Reaper”

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“Come sit in my lap, pet.”

Jack was waving him closer with a hand, sitting a little straighter to show off the broad seat of his thighs.

Gabriel, in response, pulled his lips back from his teeth and honest to god snarled at him. He hunched his back, arms sullenly around his chest, protecting the swollen pecs. They looked full. Ripe. Jack’s mouth watered at the sight and he wondered why the hell Gabriel was being an obtuse little shit this time.

Sometimes, Gabriel didn’t need any reason, unfortunately.

“Come,” he says again, the smile from his face and his voice, eyes stern. Gabriel sneers back, the look in his eyes feverish and hateful before something changes and he practically squirms on the spot – suddenly shy.

The explosion of the base had damaged more than just his body. He was a volatile mix  that Jack was too addicted to let go.

When he comes over, he does so with the air of a kicked puppy; slides into his lap with eyes big and brown – just like the nipples he offers up sweetly; holds one right in front of his waiting, greedy mouth.

“That’s better,” Jack rumbles. He can already smell the milk through Gabriel’s skin. “Good boy,” he purrs and holds him close; lets him carefully place his whole weight onto Jack’s thighs while he noses his way close; acquaints himself with those lovely tits again by licking the fat, swollen nipples before gently suckling them into his mouth.

Gabriel is nearly silent above him; only harsh breaths ruffling the hair on top of Jack’s head, big, muscled arms curled around his neck in an almost choke hold.

When he finally takes a drag and the first spray of watery milk fills his mouth, both of them jerk in surprise and need. Gabriel becomes heavier and more sweet the longer Jack nurses; cooing in low, gentle Spanish, hips rocking, eagerly offering the other tit when Jack has drunk his fill from the first one.

“Sweet pet,” Jack praises him roughly, milkdrunk and sated.