April 2023 Drabble #2 (Patreon)

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Cassidy/Reaper – Blackwatch!Gabriel; blackwatch!Cassidy; predicament bondage – Cassidy unfortunately got skills that Gabriel is in dire need of every once in a while...

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“Damn boss, you’re so high-strung… could’ve rang for my services earlier, ya know?”

Cole is almost pressed against Gabriel’s back, his heat oppressive through the hoodie he’s wearing and breath fanning against the sweaty back of his neck.

Gabriel lets his head loll to escape Cassidy’s presence somewhat. He shifts half a step forward before immediately stopping, a hoarse groan hissing through his teeth when the silky rope looped around the crown of his cock pulls on it uncomfortably.

He shifts backwards again, the warm wooden cock just barely nudging against his hole. Not enough to breach and scratch that itch.

His biceps tense, he fights against the ropes binding his arms up, then releases again and rasps: “Stop talking you idiot, and just… get on with it.”

Cole pauses for a second before he pulls back with a tut as if he is honestly hurt by Gabriel’s attitude.

Gabriel can not see what he’s doing but when he feels him move, he just knows he put that fucking cigar between his teeth so he’d have his hand free and could shove it and his arm up underneath his hoodie.

He’s still so damn close. Whenever he moves, he forces Gabriel to shift ever so slightly and the pull on his poor dick is driving him insane. Especially as it’s filling out with blood more and more and tries so damn hard to lift up at attention.

“Startin’ to make me feel like ya just want me for my looks, jefe,” Cole rumbles. His voice is deep and distracting. His hand, hidden in a thin leather glove, brushes over Gabriel’s abs and up to his pecs where he lightly brushes over one desperately hard nipple.

Gabriel’s eyes threaten to roll up into his skull. His hole mouths desperately against the smooth wood of the cock but when he starts to push his ass out to get more, his cock is stretched in a damn stranglehold.

Sweat is soaking into the edge of his beanie and dripping from the tip of his nose. He can’t even entertain Cole’s idiocy. All his body is primed for is to come but it feels impossibly far away with the uncomfortable position he’s in. His thighs are shaking in the odd half-crouch he’s forced into.

Cole gently scratches over his nipple again and for a moment only white noise fills Gabriel’s ears. He rocks back again. The movement of his heavy nuts is torturous. Cole, as if sensing it – he probably does, the bastard has a sixth sense just for exactly this kind of shit – pulls his arm out of Gabriel’s hoodie and instead reaches between his thighs to gently squeeze his balls.

“Damn. When’s the last time you got a good load outta them? Don’t tell me it was-”

“You goddamn know it, and now stop fucking talking!”

His voice creeps right under Gabriel’s skin, but that’s right where he wants and needs him. He needs Cole to keep stepping over every damn fucking line Gabriel draws into the sand. He needs him to be strict with him.