Patreon Compilation – Fic#59 – Reaper/Soldier76 – Dom/sub; Dom!Gabriel; sub!Jack; transman Jack; consecutive orgasms; squirting; insecure – His Boy (Patreon)

Gabriel slows his hard pumps down into something softer when he realizes Jack is coming. Jack always gets very quiet when he comes on dick, clutching at Gabriel’s shoulders while his hole is clenching on him in soft suckling convulsions.

“Perfect, Jackito…” Gabriel murmurs when he finally pulls out with a soft little pop. He never comes inside Jack; there is no risk, of course, but Jack doesn’t like the implication even so. There are a lot of things that former lovers have destroyed, and Gabriel has come to just accept any hiccups and not ask for the why.

“There you go… Think you can go again for me?”

Jack squawks and stares at him incredulously.

“You’re joking, right?” he rasps, voice shot to hell after he’s been so loud earlier. Gabriel hums and reaches down, gently hooking two fingers into Jack to feel how wet and hot and swollen he is. He presses his thumb against Jack’s cock, slowly rubbing the rough pad across the tip of it and make him whine and jerk his thighs closed.

“No!”

Gabriel pulls his arm back as if he burned himself, brows drawn together.

“Sorry. No go?”

Jack blinks slowly. It looks like he has to collect himself first after Gabriel gave him a nice, bone-deep orgasm.

“I uh… no… jus’ oversensitive and don’t think…” he slurs. Gabriel lies down next to him slowly, gently fucking his erection against Jack’s hip.

“You ever tried them? Consecutive orgasms?”

Jack’s ears go an alarming shade of red within just a few seconds as he thinks Gabriel’s words through. He slowly shakes his head, only sideways glancing at Gabriel who shakes his head and leans in, kissing one hot ear.

“Shit. That’s… kinda hot. Think you want to try with me, Jackito?”

Jack shrugs his shoulders, suddenly so very shy. A cute little submissive instead of the very rambunctious one that Gabriel usually has on his hand.

“We can try…” he murmurs though he does not sound too convinced that anything is going to come off it.

.o.

When they try, Gabriel has prepared everything nicely. Well… there is not too much to be done, but he checks it over a few times anyway.

Jack is a sweet boy who lies down exactly where he’s told. He looks unsure about the whole thing, especially when Gabriel gets out the ropes and begins to tie his legs back by his knees, spreading him far and not letting him go anywhere, but he does not protest the treatment either.

“Look at that… I got your favorite toy,” Gabriel murmurs, lifting the smooth metal vibe up for Jack to have a look. It is not girthy; maybe the circumference of two fingers, but Jack goes impossibly hot for the little thing. He likes the way it hums and tickles and doesn’t make him feel like his hole is going to split apart.

“Th-thank you, sir,” he whispers. His deep voice is scratchy, chest heaving. He’s already building himself up to something because he’s Jack fucking Morrison and he has a subscription to anxiety.

Gabriel is leaning in, gently kissing the corner of Jack’s mouth while letting the little vibe trail between his pecs and down the ridges of his belly.

“You’re welcome, pet. You know you can tap out whenever you feel too overwhelmed.”

“Yes, sir…” Jack murmurs, but Gabriel can see that he would not get out under his own steam. He is too proud and too stubborn for that, so Gabriel will keep an extra eye on him.

He briefly turns the vibe on when it slides across Jack’s belly button just to hear him gasp and see his body jerking once.

“You’re so damn tense,” Gabriel says amused as he first leans up and then sits properly on his knees when he realizes he can’t see well enough. Jack whines, arms moving as if to shield his cunt from being looked at.

He gets incredibly self-conscious when Gabriel gets up close and personal, but they’ve been long enough in their dynamic that Jack does not dare to actually shield himself. As it is not a hard limit, Gabriel keeps going, using one hand to spread Jack’s labia apart while the other circles the vibe around the jut of his cock, half-hard but getting more and more interested in the action by the second.

Jack takes to hiding his face behind his hands when Gabriel lets the vibe slide into him because it makes him groan deep and embarrassing. He makes a whole lot of interesting sounds and struggles weakly. Gabriel drinks all of it in greedily. Jack even makes as if to turn himself away, but in the end he allows his Dominant to built him up to his first orgasm beautifully.

Gabriel looks up when Jack suddenly throws his arms back and curls his hands around the steel bars that make up the headboard of their bed. His biceps bulge and tremble as he chokes on his howl that he tries to clamp down on, body tight and shaking and hole working like a greedy little mouth around the smooth metal of the bullet vibe.

Gabriel leans down half-way through and presses warm, suckling kisses against Jack’s cock but only seconds after he starts to ineffectually try and kick his legs, begging with a high-pitched voice for him to have mercy.

So Gabriel pulls back slowly, licking his lips and letting Jack bear down on the vibe until it slips out of him.

Jack looks… devastated, slumped back and legs spread as far as the bonds allow. His wide chest is heaving for breath, and Gabriel can see his usual lethargy starting to creep up on him, but… they are not done yet. Oh no.

“There you go… good boy… and now the other,” Gabriel murmurs, kissing Jack’s inner thigh. He knows it takes a while for his words to penetrate through the fog that Jack is cresting on right now. He is limp and delicious for just a few moments longer before he feels the touch of Gabriel’s wet, hot mouth on his cock and his whole body tenses like a clenched fist.

“No!” he cries out quickly. “No no no! Please! I can’t!”

Gabriel calmly lets him struggle. He uses both hands to keep him from accidentally trying to crush his head between his thighs, but other than that he opens his mouth wide and suckles Jack still hard cock into the wet, soft space of his greedy mouth.

They have a safeword.

Jack screams and begs like a victim in a cheesy horror movie. He sounds more like he is about to be stabbed to a bloody death instead of getting sucked off by his dominant.

His whole body is jerking and trembling and fighting against Gabriel building him up to another orgasm so soon after the first.

Gabriel has never met someone fighting tooth and nail against a climax (and their Dominant, no less), but Jack has always been a special case, and Gabriel wouldn’t want to have it any other way to be quite honest. Jack is… Jack is Jack. There simply is no other man like him out there.

“Please don’t,” Jack sobs, voice gone all soft and high; so unlike his usual deep gravelly growl.

Gabriel can tell that he’s pushed him over his sensitivity a couple minutes ago, and right into another orgasm that really is wanting to crest and crash over him. His thighs are trembling like a young colt’s around Gabriel’s broad shoulders when he pulls off of his cock with a pop and instead uses his fingers to keep jerking him slow and steady; like he has all the time in the goddamn world to make his submissive feel sublime.

“Why not?” he croons. “What are you afraid of, Jackito?”

Jack shakes his head wildly, sweat spraying from the tips of his hair. His toes are curling in the air as he seems to work through something that Gabriel can’t see. He wonders what is going on in his boy. He wonders what makes him so stubborn and volatile that he seemed at times that he would safeword out of the whole situation.

“You can take it…” Gabriel croons, leaning back and sitting on his heels as he gently fucks two fingers into his boy while the other hand is busy jerking him off. “It’ll be so good… just trust me… you will absolutely love it…”

Jack is heaving sharp breaths, his lower body shivering and tensing, making as if he is about to orgasm but then shying away from it again for some reason.

Jack is looking down his body, eyes big and pale and just staring as Gabriel works him over, until… until the tether finally snaps and he comes.

He throws his head back, tendons standing out in his neck, body flushing red all over as he comes silently, and a spray of fine fluid suddenly hits Gabriel’s forearm.

“Fuck,” he hisses, picking up his efforts, blood rushing in his ears as he makes a whole fucking mess out of everything because he hadn’t been prepared. He hadn’t known.

His boy is a squirter.