Patreon Compilation – Fic#282 – Reinhardt/Gabriel – microcock!Gabriel; rimming; face sitting; deep throating – Small Toy 4 (Patreon)

Reinhardt/Gabriel – Reinhardt first sits his heavy ass on Gabriel's face to let himself get tongue fucked by him, then rams his massive cock down his throat to fill up his belly on the most direct way possible.

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“Oh, someone is ready to get a feast,” Reinhardt chuckles as he moves out from the bathroom to find Gabriel already on the bed, jerking his micro dick slowly with two fingers. His foreskin is already pulled back, the dark red tip looking wet and overly eager just from thinking about what he’ll get to do in a few moments.

“And you are taking care of my favorite little toy like a good boy,” Reinhardt continues with a downright grandfatherly inflection, his one good eye glittering as he moves closer to the bed and surveys the sight of Gabriel laid out.

Gabriel swallows thickly. He turns his gaze away for a moment, the warmth of embarrassment washing through him, but he can’t keep his eyes off of this giant of a man for long.

Reinhardt is smiling at him toothily. He reaches down and undoes his towel with calm self-assurance. It drops to the ground, showing off his massive cock that is absolutely dwarfing what Gabriel is packing, even relaxed as it is now. Or… well… mostly relaxed. He certainly is starting to get there just from watching Gabriel pleasure himself.

“I will enjoy looking at your tiny clit while I sit on your face!”

Still with no ounce of shame, Reinhardt starts to crawl onto the bed. The mattress dips quite a bit underneath his weight but he swings his leg over Gabriel’s head and situates himself quickly.

Gabriel’s mouth opens a little as he stares up at the sight of the old warrior straddling him. A soft little ‘ah’ escapes him; breathy and almost simpering as he relaxes his muscles one by one. Reinhardt’s heavy hangers are gently swinging still from his movements, the area behind them plunged in absolute darkness.

Reinhardt places one massive hand on Gabriel’s belly and pushes down slightly. Grounding him.

“Are you ready?” he asks.

Gabriel makes a soft sound in the back of his throat.

Reinhardt shifts his hips left to right, getting his low hanging breeder balls to swing all anew.

“I can’t hear you… Don’t you want to suffocate on my ass, Gabriel? Would you rather I ram my fat dick into your hole and make your cute little clitty bounce?”

“N-No-” Gabriel croaks suddenly. Not that he doesn’t absolutely love that, too, but now that he’s so close to getting his treat… “Please…” His voice is soft, almost a little whiny. Such a far cry to his everyday persona, barking orders at recruits and being a hardass.

Reinhardt pets his belly again. “It’s alright. Take a deep breath now.”

He lowers himself down. His nuts are the first to touch Gabriel’s throat. His thick thighs blot out the light of the room. The temperature around his head rises immediately, becoming suffocatingly warm even before he finally sits his ass down on Gabriel’s face.

Reinhardt closes his eyes for a moment, just enjoying the feeling of Gabriel having to get his bearings but being so very enthusiastic from the get-go. His mouth is opening eagerly around Reinhardt’s hole, tongue out and laving across the plump rim before trying to suck on it.

“Oh Gods,” Reinhardt groans from deep in his chest. He tilts his head back, fingers gently pressing into the steel hard muscles of Gabriel’s belly; a rhythmic little movement because it’s either that or rocking his hole back-and-forth over Gabriel’s face… and he does not think his boy is quite ready for that yet.

He’s so very enthusiastic, though… It’s like he does not even need to come up for air; he just keeps sucking and licking and producing the nastiest wet little sounds that one could imagine in that process.

“Goodness, had I known you’re such a natural at eating ass, I would have sat on your face much sooner!” He finally opens his eyes again and looks down to find that Gabriel has stopped touching that adorable dicklet of his; it’s just standing at perfect attention, flexing eagerly and looking like it’s wagging like a dog’s tail in the process. A very, very stubby short tail, that is…

“Do you love it, princess? Do you love trying to stick your tongue as deep into my asshole as it will go?”

He’s not sure that Gabriel can even hear him, what with how Reinhardt’s massive thighs are around his ears, but there’s a sudden rumbling groan breaking out of him and vibrating directly against Reinhardt’s swollen cunt, so… that’s probably all the answer he’ll need on that front.

Gabriel is even more enthusiastic than Reinhardt would have predicted. He is sucking and licking and trying so desperately to tongue fuck him that the old warrior can’t help but chuckle, grinding his ass down against that wet little tongue and announcing: “You are so eager to fuck! Maybe I should purchase a strap on for you, yes?! Get you something with which you can reach my hole! Your cute little clitty can’t even make it past my cheeks, after all!”

Gabriel stills for a second there, apparently having to mull what Reinhardt just said over in his head. Once it really hits, he makes a sound like a whimper, arms coming up to curl around Reinhardt’s massive thighs. Holding on for dear life as he presses his face between the old man’s cheeks and tries to apparently tongue fuck his prostate or something.

Reinhardt closes his eyes, warmth washing through his body from Gabriel’s enthusiastic tonguing. He rocks his hips a little; they feel loose and hot and he just needs to move. Needs to feel like he’s fucking something as he’s getting his hole serviced by this wonderful little slut. Nobody has ever sucked his pussy as enthusiastically as this man.

Gabriel is groaning as he’s doing it; like the privilege of getting to lick Reinhardt’s puffy rim is one he has been looking forward to for months.

His little cocklet is standing at attention, visibly throbbing. Reinhardt gently curls his big hand around it and Gabriel’s rather small sac and just holds on to that tiny package to give him something nice and warm.

Gabriel seems to choke on his own tongue. He becomes more sloppy and uncoordinated which only drives Reinhardt even further up; higher and higher until there is slimy, sticky pre-cum oozing in fat, long strands from his cock and dripping onto Gabriel’s stomach.

His balls feel swollen to the size of a bull’s. He bites his tongue, trying to keep himself in check… but feeling how Gabriel’s stubby little micro cock is smearing wet against the palm of his hand just is the drop that finally gets it all to overflow.

Reinhardt moves. He can become surprisingly agile for such a large behemoth of a man; something Gabriel had known intellectually but looks completely baffled by as one moment he’s been just sucking like a fucking babe on Reinhardt’s ass and the next he’s blinded by the room’s gentle lighting and staring up at him with profusely blinking eyes.

His face is wet with saliva, that usually meticulously kept beard looking quite disarrayed.

But his mouth is still open, that infernal tongue lolling out – and Reinhardt uses it before any pesky little thoughts can return to Gabriel’s brain.

He kneels on Gabriel’s upper arms, pinning them down to the bed, as if there had ever been any chance that the other would struggle against him; grabs his bald head, and thrusts his cock down his throat in a thrust that is surprisingly violent for what Reinhardt usually does with his boy.

Gabriel’s throat constricts desperately around him but other than that, there’s no immediate sound coming out of him. He struggles briefly as his brain has to keep up with what is happening, but once it clicks, he starts to calm down a little.

Reinhardt can’t pay too much attention to it. He is just ramming his cock down his very personal cock sleeve, fucking Gabriel deeper and more ruthless than a throat should be able to handle. His body just takes it. When Reinhardt pulls a bit further back, allowing him a small respite to breathe, Gabriel gurgles like a man that’s about to drown.

That’s okay. That’s perfectly fine.

Reinhardt isn’t going to last much longer anyway. His fat, hanging balls are draped across Gabriel’s throat, putting even more pressure on it as Reinhardt rams himself right back down past his glottal reflex.

He fucks down into him once, twice, his well-rimmed hole flexing and glistening wet in the cool air of the room as he finally starts coming; pumping out his massive load on a direct route to Gabriel’s stomach.

His boy simply has to drink it down; there is no other option for him. He’s getting fed cum and he will take it.

Once Reinhardt finally pulls back, sac empty and chest heaving from the effort, Gabriel looks completely out of it; eyes rolled into his head, face slimy from pre-cum and spit.

His crotch is smeared with his own pitiful load, pumped out sometime during his rough throat fuck.

Reinhardt gently brushes a hand over Gabriel’s bald head.

“My perfect little princess,” he chuckles, like the sight of this cum drunk slut was especially cute.

To Reinhardt, it was.