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November 2024 Drabble #2
🕑 Added 2024-11-09 09:15:49 +0000 UTCGabriel/Soldier76 – Dom/sub verse; sub!Soldier76; dom!Reaper; Overwatch era – Jack finally comes back home after 2 long months on a mission and desperately needs to be taken care of.
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Gabriel pauses for but a second as he steps into their shared living quarters and sees Jack kneeling there in the middle of the floor, his legs spread nice and wide and his hands behind his back.
His head is lowered and Gabriel can’t see the expression he is holding, but he can hazard an educated guess. It’s only been this morning that the esteemed Strike Commander has finally been extracted from his two month mission, and frankly Gabriel is surprised to see him as put together as he is right now.
His pale skin looks pink in places; he must have showered and vigorously scrubbed at himself, trying to be a good boy for his Dominant.
Gabriel exhales, feeling the tension that he had been holding for the past weeks dripping off his shoulders.
“Someone was good,” he murmurs finally as he drags himself away from the door and closer toward Jack. His blond hair looks almost white with the odd lighting in their room. His eyes, when Gabriel reaches out to grasp his chin and tilt his head up for a look, are a million years old and very, very young and vulnerable looking.
Jack could be any age at this moment and in the end it simply didn’t matter. He looked needy, the muscles in his cheeks twitching. “Please-” the submissive croaks out. Gabriel can feel his heart doing a weird little jerk in his chest.
He’s talked to Jack a little over the comms during the mission but they had been monitored and he’s never been able to give his submissive more than a few praises, murmured in a low, soothing voice. It doesn’t surprise him in the least that he is on the verge of falling apart; in dire need of some subspace.
“SSshhh,” Gabriel soothes, his thumb brushing across Jack’s tightly pursed lips until they finally start to relax beneath the touch. “I got you. You’re a good boy for me, aren’t you? Yeah. Shit, you’ve been so perfect for me during the whole mission… kept your collar on and everything, didn’t you?”
The Dom fingers the little plaque hanging from Jack’s collar; the only thing on his person concealing any strip of skin from his eyes.
Jack’s face twists and Gabriel watches with a sinking feeling of horror as his eyes fill with tears; a single one rolling down his cheek which was, now that Gabriel was looking more closely and feeling his chin, not smooth shaven like usual.
“Please,” Jack croaks again, his voice wrecked. He’s trembling as he’s kneeling for Gabriel, his back starting to curl in on itself until he falls forward, his face pressing into his Dom’s thick thigh. “Please,” he sobs again, though muffled as it is, it sounds more like ‘Puh-lease’.
His broad shoulders are shaking with silent sobs. Gabriel’s hands flutter uselessly about his head for a moment before spearing his fingers into his maybe-blond-maybe-white-definitely-soft hair, nails gently scratching across his scalp.
“Yeah. I got you,” he murmurs softly.
And he does.
