2nd Drabble Of January 2021 (Patreon)

Jesse topples him over onto the bed, barely bracing his heavy body as he smothers him under his weight and the heat he is exuding. The guy is so goddamn hairy… his fur is scratching against every inch of Gabriel’s skin as he ruts their cocks together and tries his damndest to suck a hickey into the dark skin of Gabriel’s neck.

“Fuck… fuck, not so fast-” Gabriel grabs a fist full of Jesse’s hair and tries to pull him away, but the degenerate pushes his hips against him just so and makes him see stars. “Jesse- d-damn.. stop-”

Fingers dig into his ass crack, pushing the fabric of his shorts deeper so the blunt tips can rub against his hole. Jesse’s stump arm is next to his head, bracing himself. Damn, he’s gotten bulky in all this time.. damn… damn…

“Didn’t think ye’d be so skittish,” Jesse drawls after pulling away from Gabriel’s neck. He stares down into his face, so close that his hot breath fans against Gabriel’s scarred left cheek. Somehow he manages to worm his fat fingers in under the elastic band of Gabriel’s underwear to touch the bare, silky skin of his hole.

Gabriel’s mouth falls open, heat swamping his body, knees jerking closed around Jesse’s body hard enough to make him grunt.

“Shit- Ain’t a pony, boss… calm down, yeah?”

Gabriel is still ripping at Jesse’s hair, his body tingling and needy, cock drooling into his underwear. He doesn’t know how to tell Jesse to take it slow without losing his face (...any more than he already has).

Jesse keeps bearing down on him with his hips, the pressure of their cocks squeezing together just on the cusp of being painful. The fat finger keeps rubbing against his hole, Jesse mumbling delirious shit about how ‘damn tight’ he is and how ‘good I’ll make ya feel, boss’.

“Just… need to loosen up a bit… calm down, yeah? Shit, you’re a li’l firecracker, huh?”

He doesn’t think he’ll ever forget the indignity of coming to the inane babble of one Jesse McCree, but everything suddenly culminates in too fast too hard too good, and his toes curl into the bedding, heat washing through his body in a wave.

He’s come into his underwear like a little school boy… and what’s worse, McCree is staring at him with his mouth hanging open.

“Wait… what?”

Gabriel groans, pressing a hand over his face.

“Don’t… talk about it.”

“Shit. Am I that good? Damn, boss… Or maybe… maybe the others were so bad, huh? Huh? Ah don’t worry, I’ll kiss it all better.”

He rips on Jesse’s hair until he yelps like the mutt he is.

“Shut up, you fucking ingrate,” he rasps. “You wish you were better.”

Jesse blinks at him slowly, brain visibly working behind his frowning forehead. Gabriel can pinpoint the exact moment he puts two and two together.