Chapter Twelve - NSFW Gabriel m/Mc (Patreon)

I could feel the hard line of him against my thigh.  As Gabriel loomed over me, eyes tinted silver, I could see the tension within his arms. The way he was holding himself, waiting for my command.  Reaching up, I ran my fingers through his hair, feeling the strands of it fall forward and out of the hold he put them in every morning.  Locking eyes with him, I rolled my hips in way of answer, feeling the way he trembled at the sensation.  I surged upwards, taking his lips against mine and feeling the way he opened to me.  Grabbing me by the small of the back, he pulled me upwards, situating me until I was in his lap.  I shoved at his shirt, wanting to feel the heat of his skin against my own. Meanwhile, he pushed and pulled at my top, discarding it along with his own, his fingers dancing up and down my body.

Dark calloused fingers trailed down my chest and belly, stopping at the hem of my pants.  I watched as Gabriel’s eyes focused in on the bulge there, his tongue coming out to lick at his bottom lip.  Slowly, he reached forward, cupping me. I could feel the flesh twitch in his grip and I rolled my hips against him.  Looking up, I saw the eagerness in his eyes, feeling the way his thumb teased the head of my cock through the fabric between us.

“Go ahead,” I told him softly, curious if he was waiting for a command.

Not waiting, he slipped me out.  Licking his palm, he brought it back downwards, slowly pumping me up and down, the wet slide of his saliva combined with the heat of his hand providing a near mind blanking sensation.  I felt his lips against the side of my neck, sucking bruises against me as he trailed his tongue down across my chest.  I gasped as his teeth enclosed around one pert nipple, tongue lapping at it as if to soothe the hurt.  Meanwhile, his thumb was catching the drop of precum gathering at my tip, sliding it down across me.  When I opened my eyes, I could see the silver glow of his own as he stared down at his own hand and how perfectly it fit around my cock.

I could feel the desire building within me. Gabriel was a man that threw himself wholeheartedly into what he was doing and this was apparently no different.

“I have a small confession,” he said.  I looked at him, panting harshly.  “I have not lain with a man before.” He didn’t look fearful and this was obviously something he knew was coming, but I realized then, he didn’t know how to proceed.

Reaching out, I cupped his cheek, the line of his jaw tense against my hand.  “Do you want to stop?”

“Absolutely not,” he said with a huffed laugh.  “If anything, I am eager to learn.”  He renewed his grip on me, jerking me up and down, apparently fascinated with what he saw.  I could see the hard outline of his own cock through his pants. It was a thick line against his thigh and left me salivating with the need to see it.  As Gabriel continued to nip and suck at my neck, his free hand squeezing my ass, I felt myself gasping, tumbling into the sensations of his lips on mine. When he showed no signs of stopping, I tapped him on the shoulder, having to push his head away from mine.  Eagerly, he dove towards my lips, sucking my bottom lip within his mouth, his tongue coming out to lick the seam of my lips.

“Gabriel,” I panted, pushing him back. His eyes were bright silver, casting a soft glow in the room.  With a pointed look, I reached between us, slowly undoing the buckle of his belt. It echoed within the room, the sound of it clattering as it slowly came undone. I popped open the line of buttons on his pants and scooted back in his lap as inch by inch I took down his zipper.  His cloth covered erection strained against its confines and as I slipped my hand inside, Gabriel’s head tipped back with an anxious groan.

He was hot against the palm of my hand, thick and veiny and something I desperately wanted more of.  Slowly, I pulled him out, watching as his erection rested against the muscled wall of his stomach.  The tip was already dark with need and glistening with the desire for release.  Slowly, I began pumping him up and down, his hips jerking beneath me and his hands coming around to knead my ass slowly.  He scooted back so his head could rest against the back of the sofa, his eyes closed as he enjoyed what I was giving him. Swiping my thumb across his slit, he cried out, the sound like music as he panted and twisted beneath me.

“I want more,” he whispered.

“What do you want, Gabriel?” I wanted to hear him say it, suddenly wondering if something filthy could fall from his lips.

“You,” he begged.

“Tell me though. Tell me what it is you want,” I encouraged.

He squirmed beneath me, his cock pulsing in my hand.  “I want to taste you,” he whispered. “I want to feel the weight of you against my tongue.” I felt a rush of warmth as my balls drew up tight and I began grinding myself down on his thigh.  Unconsciously, his hands went to my hips, his leg rising a fraction to encourage the movement. I could feel my erection drag across the rough material of his trousers as I fucked myself against the thick muscle of his leg.  My grip on his cock tightened.

“I want whatever you wish to give me,” he continued.  “I want you to use my body for your pleasure. Please, I–” There was something there then. A struggle within him that I could see.  Tugging on him, I leaned forward, capturing his lips in a soft and sweet kiss.

“Tell me,” I whispered.

“I want to bring you pleasure,” he said. “But I want you to deny me my own.”

I felt my belly tighten at his words. His grip on me was intense, and his eyes were bright and shinning.  Swallowing thickly, I nodded my head, standing from his lap and undressing the rest of the way. Gabriel watched me like a man starved, each inch of my skin revealed something he was desperate to get his hands on.  When I stood before him, naked, my chest rising with the erratic beat of my heart, I held out my hand to him, giving him the silent permission to continue.

Gabriel sunk to his knees in front of me, his fingers gripping my thighs as he licked at the head of my weeping erection.  The slide of his tongue against me was firm as he licked up the underside before wrapping his lips around the head and gently bobbing forward. I laced my fingers in his hair, looking down at him. When he looked up at me through the thick of his lashes, silver eyes bright and filled with passion, I felt myself twitch in his mouth.  It was all the encouragement he needed as he pressed himself forward, letting me hit the back of his throat, before swallowing me.  I gasped as I felt myself push down his throat, my own hand clenching convulsively, encouraging him as he continued to suck me off. I could feel my thighs trembling with the effort to keep myself standing, my hips rolling against his face as he silently begged me to just fuck him.

I pulled out of him with a pop when I felt my orgasm beginning at the base of my spine. Gabriel was panting before me, his lips puffy and shiny with spit. Slowly, he kicked his pants off the rest of the way, crawling towards the glass table in front of his leather clad sofa.  He rested his arms upon it, looking back over his shoulder.

“I would like you to fuck me now.”

I gave out a huff of laughter at how incredibly insane it was to hear him even say that and yet somehow, made me even harder.  “I have to prep you,” I told him. “I can’t just–” My words trailed off into a groan as he slid his own fingers inside himself without warning, something silver and high pitched chiming through the room. I watched as his fingers slid in and out of himself, a grunt falling from his lips.  Coming forward, I draped myself over his back, the scent of magic in the air. He was murmuring something in a language I didn’t understand, and as he pulled his fingers out, he reached around for me, lining me up against his puckered entrance.

“Please don’t let me cum,” he told me, just before I thrust in. I heard the whine punch from his lungs followed by a heady groan. He was unbelievably tight and I rested my forehead against his sweaty back, feeling my own pleasure skitter up and down my spine.  Rolling my hips against him, I slowly pulled out, thrusting back in and feeling the delicious drag of friction.  It was not going to last long.  Gabriel was panting beneath me, gripping the base of his cock to keep from coming, and my own erection was pushing beautifully inside him, splitting him in two.  I could stare at where we were pressed together all day, listening to the sounds erupting from him, filling the room.

Pushing him forward, I felt myself slip deeper. His eyes glowed silver as he looked at me over his shoulder, a desperation there that said he was close.  Picking up my speed, I fucked him in earnest then, feeling my balls draw up.  Within moments, I was shouting my own release, my fingers leaving bruises into his hips as I held him close to me.

When I pulled out, his cock was still hard.  Gabriel stared at me like a wild animal as he turned, gathering me to him while we remained on the floor.  I could feel the pound of his heart and the way he buried his face in my neck.

“Thank you,” he whispered. I nearly huffed out a laugh. He was still rock hard, and his cock looked angry with the lack of release. But he was running his lips across me as if I had just given him the most precious gift. “Thank you, thank you thank you….”

I held onto him just as tight then, refusing to let him go until his cock went soft against my thigh.