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Extension November 2024 Drabble #2
🕑 Added 2024-12-01 06:37:52 +0000 UTCSoldier76/Reaper – dom/sub verse; sub!Soldier76; dom!Reaper; soft and loving – Gabriel takes care of his submissive after they've been apart and unable to regulate with each other for so long.
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Usually, Jack has a perfect form when subbing for Gabriel. There is little that can really throw him off-kilter and those things that do don’t really have a place in the bedroom. At least with Gabriel’s sensibilities.
He likes to have his submissive struggle; but he does not like to torture him.
He stands stoically after shifting his right foot ahead a little, giving Jack a better point of contact to press his forehead into and now curl his arms around. His back is curled like a cat’s, shoulders occasionally twitching as he fights against the distress response of his own body.
The last time Gabriel has had him on his knees – the knight before his deployment – Jack had been wonderfully responsive as ever; hands folded behind him without th need of a restraint other than Gabriel’s drawled command; back ramrod straight. Knees angled outward in a clear invitation to his Dom to take whatever he wanted of him.
Just… a perfect submissive. Such a far cry from the current miserable man clinging to Gabriel like he was a lifeline.
Gabriel takes a deep, steadying breath. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel that same empty yearning in his chest. The need to be close to his submissive; to take him apart nice and slow and see him reduced to his purest essence.
His hand spears back into Jack’s hair once his trembling has subsided somewhat. He rubs his fingertips against his scalp, then uses the grasp he has on him to slowly pull his head back and look into his face.
Jack looks like he’s aged two decades in the past five minutes, but his face is more or less dry, his eyes dark and sad. There’s a twitch in his cheeks that promises to become embarrassment over his own conduct, so Gabriel heads that off before it has a chance to manifest.
His voice is low, barely above a whisper, but the unmistakable thrum of a Dom threading through it when he says: “Get up and undress. Get on the bed. You haven’t forgotten how I like to have you, right?”
Jack’s shoulders sink minimally in relaxation, the lines on his forehead easing somewhat. Sometimes – rarely, admittedly – he likes to fight the natural sway that Gabriel has over him when he uses The Voice; just to be a bit of a brat. To give Gabriel a reason to put him in his place. Tonight, unsurprisingly, is not one of those nights.
He is sweet as a puppy as he turns around and crawls away on all fours. That isn’t part of their usual routine but Gabriel appreciates the view; and he suspects that Jack’s legs are not really playing along right now.
Gabriel putters around some without any real reason to other than give Jack time to situate himself. He thinks things over; about what he wants to do… but in the end comes to the same conclusion that has led him to ordering Jack away just now: keep things normal. Get back into their usual routine.
He grabs Jack’s collar on his way into the bedroom. He does not like taking it off of his sub, but he likes even less to let any enemies pick up on the fact that Overwatch’s golden boy is, in fact, a submissive.
The band is light as air in Gabriel’s fingers, the material soft and silky. He’s tried collars from metal and leather before but none seem to take to Jack as well as the pretty ones. The soft ones. The ones that blend in so cutely when he is wearing some lingerie that is hugging his muscles just right.
Jack is on the bed; a vision despite the fact that Gabriel can see from the doorway how tense he is; how deep he has his fingers digging into the bedding to keep himself somewhat calm.
His head is hanging off the side of the bed and once he catches sight of Gabriel, he immediately opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue. Usually, Gabriel would be quite amused about his desperation and tell him as much. Call him a slut that is thinking about cock all day. A nasty little submissive just pining for his Dominant.
It’s all just talk at the end of the day, things to get the both of them hotter and more into the headspace, but he can’t get the words over his lips when Jack’s eyes are still looking like that. Like he’s in physical pain. He probably is.
When Gabriel lifts a hand and shows him his collar hooked over one finger, he is dismayed to see fat tears once again welling in his eyes.
Jack reaches up, dashing at them with uncoordinated, jerky movements as Gabriel gets over and wordlessly wraps the collar around his throat. Tugs on the front to let him feel the pull and silky slide against his skin.
Jack’s reaction is immediate and gratifying. He stops trying to stem the tears and instead curls his arms around Gabriel’s legs, a rough groan rumbling like a purr out of his throat.
“Please… please,” Jack whispers, sweeter and more soft spoken than he usually is.
Gabriel slowly unfastens his pants and reaches in to pull his cock out.
Jack has already pulled him so close that his head is practically between his Dominant’s thighs and he can’t really see his expression any longer.
He surges up, his mouth so wet and hot and his tongue out before anything else to lick against the underside of Gabriel’s dick. Usually he’d reprimand him and tell him to calm the fuck down; that he’d only get to take what Gabriel gave him… but this time the Dominant croons low and soothing and just lets him have it all.
It takes a bit of finessing to fit his cock actually into Jack’s mouth because the submissive is just clinging to him in desperation and can’t seem to wrap his genius Strike Commander head around the concept of needing to give Gabriel some goddamn space for all of this, but in the end Gabriel can look down and finally see Jack’s throat bulging around cock.
The soft collar that had been almost loose against his skin is now stretched around his neck tightly, veins already popping.
“Shit, there you go. Good boy. Tap my thigh if you need to breathe.”
It takes a second for Jack to respond with a faint tap. It’s like his brain is lagging behind. There’s a flush already crawling up from his chest and into his throat. His cock is only half-hard but that’s to be expected with how anxious he’d been. Gabriel still very much enjoys the sight of it; it’s a nice cock. Thick and long with a bit of a sideways curve. An unfairly adorable shade of pink curling up from the thatch of dark blond hair.
Someone like Jack rightly shouldn’t be as pretty as he is. He’s as much of a hardass as Gabriel, only that he’s a better actor for the media. But here he is, looking so pretty and flushed and like the most gorgeous submissive in existence.
Though maybe Gabriel is biased on that front.
Gabriel rocks his hips slowly. He hadn’t be completely hard when he fed Jack his cock but he is getting there with a vengeance now because he’s not been unaffected either. He’s missed his boy. He’s missed the feeling of his skin and the scent of his body and the sound of him choking on cock.
He’s breathing softly through his mouth, chin against his collar bones, staring straight down his body so he can watch his fingers lightly cradling the sides of Jack’s throat as he rocks his hips and nudges his cock deeper and deeper into him.
“Wanna choke on my cock, pretty boy?” Gabriel croons in his softest dom voice. “Wanna go into subspace while choking on my cock?”
Jack makes a gurgling little sound. Further down his cock jumps once like the wagging tail of a dog.
Gabriel smirks. He slowly nudges his cock deeper and deeper until he can feel how Jack finally begins to struggle for him. His legs shift restlessly against the sheets, his fingers digging deeper into the muscles of Gabriel’s thighs.
“There you go,” Gabriel murmurs in a low voice. He holds his cock where it is for just a couple seconds longer than necessary, then pulls back to let Jack wheeze in a little bit of air.
Back forward. Suffocating him. Choking him on dick just like he needs to. Gone again. Letting him sob in just a couple of breaths.
Gabriel can feel him becoming floaty for him. He can feel it with that odd sensitivity a Dom has for their sub; that connection thrumming through his veins letting him have a soft little copy of the fuzziness that is encompassing Jack with every time Gabriel forces him to take his cock down his throat.
When he pulls back finally, he’s still hard, thick strands of saliva connecting his erection to Jack’s open, panting mouth; but Jack’s expression is far, far away. His pretty blue eyes are glassy and his body is beautifully relaxed for Gabriel.
Gabriel crouches down, bringing their faces close together, albeit in an up-side-down way. He presses a kiss against Jack’s panting, lax mouth. He can already tell that it will be quite a while until Jack will resurface again. But that is alright. He can satisfy his own urges by taking care of him. Make sure he’s feeling wonderfully perfect while he’s being so soft and trusting for him.
He kisses his mouth, then his nose, then his forehead, humming low as he does so.
“Good boy. Stay right there. I’ll take care of you.”
Forever. He’ll take care of him forever.
