Gabriel Male MC - Spicy (Patreon)

A/N Spicy scene between male mc and Gabriel. MC takes the more dom position.

Falling to the flat of my back I stared up at the ceiling. Rocky grey cavern walls loomed above me with little specks of too bright lights.  The floor was only partially soft, a mat beneath me to protect my spine. Gabriel stood, towering above me dressed in only a tight shirt and joggers.

“You are going to need to do better if you have any hope of meeting your goal this month.”

I groaned. His goal, to be more exact. We had agreed last week that I would start training with him. Gabriel thought it was because I wanted to improve both my agility and my endurance. In reality, I just wanted to spend some time with him, but the man was a work aholic that I needed to sometimes trick into a break.  Tossing me around and sparring felt like something he might like to do.  Afterward, I was usually able to get him to sit and eat a meal with me and rest his head in my lap.

“What is my goal again?” I groaned as I stood up.

“We want to add some muscle and make sure that you do not lose your breath so easily.”

“Right,” I nodded. Then, “and why is that?”

There was such a sigh that escaped him. As if we had to have this conversation constantly. I was starting to wonder if in Gabriel’s head, we did.

“Your body is your best asset in this life. Keeping it strong and nourished should be your top priority,” he told me.

“Strong and nourished,” I repeated. “Says the man who eats a bag of chips for his dinner most nights.”

His face twisted up into displeasure, eyes crinkling at the corner. I had to hide the smile that expression always brought. There was little doubt I got him there.

“Tell you what,” I said, stepping up close to him. “I am done for the day. Don’t really want to do the entire training thing.”

“It is–”

“Important to spend time daily focusing on these tasks. Yes. I know. But, I thought we could do training of a different sort. The kind that will help my endurance. Keep me active. But also be far more fun.”

He blinked at me. It was adorable sometimes the amount of things he did not get.  “What is it you have in mind? Running? There is a nice stretch of alley that…”

I grabbed the back of his head, pulling him in for a kiss. I felt him seize against me, body stiffening as my hands threaded through his hair, breaking the hold it was in and messing it up.  I walked him back until he hit the wall behind us with a grunt, hands coming down to start teasing the waist of his sweats, palming him through the soft black material.

“This is not what I had in mind for your training,” he panted against my lips.

“No? Funny. It’s exactly what I had in mind.”

His cock jumped at the rough scratch of my words, poking me in the hip.  I grinned against his lips. For such a stiffly in control man, it was so very easy to rile him up and get him needy for me.

“I want you to touch me,” I told him. “This is about your training too, of course. We should both focus on our endurance.”

I felt his own lips twitch at that. Gabriel was a no nonsense man in charge of an entire battalion within the market. He wasn’t supposed to respond to such antics. I was merely the unexpected exception to his rule.

Rough hands were on me, gliding down my back and encircling my hips. He pulled me towards him, grinding himself against me. The slide of sweats against my burgeoning erection dragged just right, causing me to surge forward and take his lips again.  I pushed at his shirt, dragging it up and over his head, my fingers tracing the scars against his chest. I could see the faint glow of his grace, shimmering just under the surface. With my hands firmly on his shoulders, I pushed him down until he laid on his back.

“Take your pants off,” I ordered him. Always one to follow his orders oh so well, he shimmied them down off his hips, the impressive bulge tenting the front of his briefs.  My mouth watered at the site of it. I wanted to take it out and stroke it while I fucked him, feeling my own cock encased in his tight ass.

Palming at my erection, I stepped over him. “You want it?” I asked.

He licked his lips. I could see it in the way his eyes twitched, flashing silver.

“You need to ask for it, Gabriel.”

His hands came up to run up the back of my calves, fingers kneading at the muscle there.  “May I suck you, please,” he rasped out.  “I would like to bring you pleasure.”

“So polite,” I teased. Kicking my sweats off, I lowered myself until I was kneeling on either side of his chest.  Taking my cock in hand, I ever so slowly fed it to him, his lips parted and wet in invitation. I slid myself in, inch by inch, watching the way his lips stretched, and his eyes rolled back int his head, fluttering as I hit the back of his throat. Seated up to the root, I took a deep and calming breath.  He was beautiful like this. My big and strong man, resting peacefully within my care. The world slipping away other than this moment here where his only responsibility in the world was to take care of me.  I loved him a little bit more in these moments, reveling in the trust that he gave to me.

He tapped my hips to signal for me to move and slowly, I began pumping in and out of his mouth, feeling myself getting lost in my own pleasure. In the way he ran his tongue against the velvety skin there, stoking my hips in thanks with each pass I gave him.  He brought his knees up, the length of him nestled between my ass.  I thought of the way he stretched me the other night. The burn as he pressed himself in, sweaty above me and moaning out his own pleasure as he drew it from my body.

A bang sounded on the door, the handle rattling.  I paused, looking down at Gabriel and wondering what was going to happen if his subordinates walked in to his mouth stuffed full of cock.  He gave a particularly hard suck, trying to tell me to ignore it, grabbing at my hips roughly to hopefully pull me back in.  I bucked my hips against him, listening to the sound of his breathing as he swallowed me, throat pulsing tightly around the length of me.

The bang sounded again, this time accompanied by a muffled demand.

Gabriel lifted me off of him, grabbing my sweats and helping me put them back on. I could see the fury on his face and the way he looked murderously at the door.

Standing, Gabriel pulled his sweats back on, storming over to the door. Ripping it open, he stared at the two men on the other side. “Is there something I can help you with?” I saw the way their eyes ticked down at the way his pants bulged impressively.

“Uh, we were here to train, Warden.”

“If a door is locked, do you believe that to be an invitation for you to come in?” he queried. I ducked my head, trying not to laugh. Oh, he was pissed.  I would be too if I was aching like that.

“We thought it was a mistake,” one bravely responded.

“It is not. Now leave.” He slammed the door shut, clicking the lock shut before turning back to me. His eyes were bright silver, his jaw tight with irritation.

“Would you like to finish?” I asked him, trying not to laugh.

“I would. But may I request we go back to my place.”

“What? No more training for the day.”

Stepping up, he reached down and grabbed my hand, pulling me up and flush to his body. “I would like to partake in an entirely different type of training, please.”  He licked at my lips, palming me with those big rough hands of his.  And really, who was I to tell him no. He was right, after all. Taking care of our bodies was obviously the most important thing.