Extension August Drabble #1 (Patreon)

“How long have you been playing?” Lúcio asks gently, hands on the tops of Sigma’s thighs but not touching his pretty cock.

Gabriel looks sheepish, but he does not answer, opting to duck his head against Sigma’s shoulder, wrist gently twisting as he helps him with fucking into the tight channel of his hand. 

Sigma gasps and lets his head sink back against the top of the backrest, his slim nostrils flaring as he calms himself somewhat even though the tip of his cock is flushing a darker pink beneath Lúcio’s interested gaze.

“Ten minutes, sir,” he eventually answers, all soft and eager. His long fingers are gently flexing against the pillows of the couch; he looks cute – like a kitten. Lúcio wonders if Reinhardt has played pet with him before.

“Good boy,” he murmurs, then glances towards his own stubborn submissive and clicks his tongue at him.

“Let go of him and come here, Gabriel.” He pats the ground next to him.

Both submissives immediately whine in protest but after a moment of Gabriel staring at Lúcio and Lúcio quietly staring back, he eventually does as he is told.

He smells of grease and oil. There is a smudge on his cheek, but at least his hands are clean.

“Did you wash them before touching Reinhardt’s boy?” he asks Gabriel as he slowly inspects one of his hands by holding it in both of his and turning it from one side to the other. Out of the corner of his eyes he can see Sigma’s long cock flex at the mention of his Dominant.

“Yes,” Gabriel murmurs, a bit reluctantly, like he is ashamed to be playing in front of someone else again. After a second of Lúcio quietly staring at him he says more softly: “Yes, Sir.”

Lúcio tilts his head and looks his boy up and down, kneeling there in his work overalls. The outfit probably makes it difficult to go into the proper head space. Still…

“Come. Sigma has been such a good boy these past days. You should give him a kiss.”

Gabriel glances up and Sigma glances down, both men significantly older than Lúcio but endearingly shy as they can’t move for the longest time despite the fact that there is still slick slowly bubbling at the fat tip of Sigma’s cock from when Gabriel had jerked him moments before.

Finally, Gabriel moves and Lúcio sits back, watching from beneath heavy lids as his submissive braces himself on Sigma’s knees to reach up to him. They are close, Gabriel’s head tilted sweetly to the side to adjust for Sigma’s big nose, lips almost touching but not quite as they puff hot little breaths of air against each other’s faces.

Sigma’s fingers keep flexing like a kitten against the pillows of the couch. There are bright spots of color on his otherwise pale cheeks, his eyes looking shockingly blue when he blinks slowly, owlishly.

Finally, Gabriel leans in and presses a slow, almost chaste kiss against the other submissive’s mouth.

It occurs to Lúcio that Gabriel has played with other Doms – but not yet with other submissives. He looks good like this; both of them a bit fumbling but very earnest as they slowly open up, dark pink little tongues slipping between their wet lips; shy but eager.

Sigma is a tall man with surprisingly broad shoulders, but Gabriel looks especially thick and stocky between his long, spread legs. Lúcio’s belly does a slow, delicious flip. It aches a little to see how much power Gabriel has and still wants to offer it up to others. Has wanted it so badly that he’d let himself get abused.

His poor, sweet boy.

Lúcio shakes himself out of the dreary thoughts. Gabriel and Sigma are still kissing. Sigma has curled his long fingered hands around Gabriel’s biceps and they are really getting into it; softly groaning into each other’s mouths, the sounds of their lips and tongues sliding against each other wet and a bit obscene.

Delicious.

“Stop,” Lúcio orders, and Gabriel pulls back despite his protesting whine. He lifts his hands, framing Sigma’s face, thumbs swiping along the old man’s high cheekbones. They look fascinating together.

Lúcio slowly rises from his kneeling position. He has two tall submissives beneath himself now which isn’t an easy task but one he applies himself to gladly.

“Gabriel,” he says, sharper than usual. He is happy to see that his boy immediately snaps to attention, his hazy gaze becoming more sharp as he looks up at him, now careful and attentive. “Kneel.”

He points to the floor in front of himself and Gabriel flies to comply. He is not used to Lúcio being anything but gentle to him, but he does not necessarily seem to mind now. It surprises Lúcio who had thought that being strict to Gabriel might make him skittish again, but maybe this is a testament to how far they’ve come. That when he looks up at Lúcio, his gaze is cautious but not afraid.

“There you go,” he murmurs to take some of the edge off and tugs Gabriel’s beanie off his head so he can rub his palm across his shorn scalp. He then looks to Sigma who obediently is not touching his lovely cock even though Lúcio has not issued a command about it.

Reinhardt’s training is clearly showing through.

“Strip,” he orders him and Sigma stands to comply. His pale cheeks are now colored an immediate, nervous pink but he does not protest to pushing down his soft lounge pants and dragging his sweatshirt up.

There is not much hair on his body in general, and Lúcio is not sure if that is just his natural disposition or if he likes to shave himself for his Dominant, but that is not important now.

His age shows in the aging spots on his hands and the slight sagging of his chest, but Lúcio thinks that he is still a beautiful man. A beautiful submissive.

He is hunching a little, trying to make himself seem smaller in front of the short Dominant, and Lúcio clicks his tongue in reprimand.

“Stand tall,” he tells him and Sigman snaps to attention. His long cock is pointing at Lúcio, almost tapping on Gabriel’s left shoulder. Gabriel is trying to look – he probably can smell it – but Lúcio’s hand is tight on the top of his head and he takes the hint and stays put just like he is.

“There you go. Two sweet, obedient boys,” Lúcio praises eventually when he feels like he’s let the both of them stew in it long enough.

Sigma’s face has shifted slightly, his eyes going large as he looked around the room as if he was seeing it for the first time. Like he had been wondering where he was.

Reinhardt had told him about Sigma’s issues, of course; his dissociation and disconnects from reality.

When he speaks, Sigma’s eyes flick back to him, and the confusion leaves him as he seems to remember where he is. Why he is there. What he is doing.

Still, they should start slowly. It’s their first time playing together, so he guides Gabriel around via the grip he has on his scalp, and orders him to be nice to Sigma’s pretty cock.

Gabriel springs to it like he’s been waiting for the order the whole time, though the gaze out of his dark eyes is shy when he opens them and glances up first at Sigma, then at Lúcio; holding Lúcio’s eyes as he presses wet, open-mouthed kisses against the swollen rosy tip of Sigma’s cock.

Sigma is quiet, breathing deeply and staring down, his hands at his sides like a good boy.

“There you go… Your first time playing with another sub, isn’t it?” Lúcio croons at Gabriel, his hand petting across his sub’s naked head.

The boys are turned towards him as much as possible, openly seeking guidance and affection, and Lúcio gladly gives them the praise.

There is a soft rise of need, Gabriel becoming more greedy, suckling and licking, popping the tip of Sigma’s cock between the tight seal of his lips again and again – but it never goes somewhere.

Gabriel makes a soft sound of confusion, and Lúcio looks down to see that Sigma’s cock is starting to flag. He glances up and sees the sub looking around again, confused, black brows drawn together like he is starting to get upset, and Lúcio grabs the back of Gabriel’s shirt and pulls him away.

“Shhh… everything’s fine. You’re here because Reinhardt is at work… do you remember?”

He grabs a blanket and curls it about Sigma’s shoulders, directing him to sit back down on the couch while Gabriel watches with dismay.

Sigma whines softly, struggling but not too much.

Lúcio croons at him and pulls his head against his shoulder.

“You are safe. You are safe. Don’t be afraid.”

He doesn’t know why Sigma is the way he is. They all have their baggage. But he will keep him safe as long as Reinhardt isn’t there to take care of his boy.