1st Drabble of August 2019 (Patreon)

Reinhardt had said goodbye with a kiss on Sigma’s forehead and a gentle reminder to be a good boy for his friend Lúcio. 

In Lúcio’s opinion that had been unnecessary.

Sigma is a very quiet submissive; even more so than Gabriel, and there are times during the first few days of his two month stay that Lúcio has bodily flinched at seeing him curled up on one of the couches, reading. He’s completely forgotten he’s not been alone in his apartment.

He’s been worried about Gabriel’s reaction at first, even though he has talked the whole situation through with his submissive, but seeing them together is… good.

They’ve both been reserved at first, of course, but after a week both of them are needy enough to be put under that when Lúcio walks out of his office studio, he finds them curled up together; Gabriel still in his overalls from work and his hand, as Lúcio realizes when he leans over the back of the couch, shoved into Sigma’s soft lounge pants.

The old man has his bottom lip clenched between his teeth to stifle the soft, tiny sounds he makes as he slowly fucks up into Gabriel’s fist, and the whole thing is just so soft and sweet that Lúcio can’t make himself call them out on it.

Instead, he clears his throat softly to alert them to his presence before putting his hand on the back of Gabriel’s neck, and squeezes.

Both submissives still freeze for a moment, shocked at having been caught, and a part of Lúcio could kick himself for not having checked the security feed before coming out. He wonders how they would have played if he hadn’t crashed the party, but it’s probably better if a Dominant is here anyway to give them someone to bounce off of.

“Hey, no problem… Just keep doing what you’re doing,” he says with a smile and reaches for Sigma who looks worried for a moment before Lúcio pets a hand across his head and the thin grey hair that feels very soft against his palm. The old man looks awkward then, but when Lúcio just keeps doing it, he sighs and closes his eyes.

“Keep going,” Lúcio encourages them gently, and after another moment of hesitation, Sigma starts to rock into Gabriel’s hand again. Lúcio hums and lets them get back into the moment before he stands and rounds the couch, crouching down in front of the two submissives so he can curl his fingers into the waistband of Sigma’s lounge pants and start to drag them down.

The old submissive whines but helpfully lifts his hips until it sits at the top of his slim thighs, the action exposed to Lúcio’s curious gaze.

Sigma has a beautiful cock; as long as one would assume for a man his size, and it looks very tasty in Gabriel’s big fist.

He’s such a good boy… so responsive. Lúcio knows how much time it had taken Reinhardt to build him up like this, and, just like Gabriel, it had been absolutely worth it.

“There you are,” he murmurs. “Good boys…”

And both of them shudder and duck their heads and become all sweet and shy.

He can’t help but smile.