Kinktober Day Twenty Three: Against A Wall

Gabriel - Jesse (Overwatch)
Against a wall / blowjob /  verbal domination
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A hard grunt choked out from his throat as his face met the wall. It was followed by a happy little babbling noise that might have been a 'Fuck yes' or might have just been inane noises of deep content. His eyes rolled back till the whites showed and the stupid grin on his face just couldn't be wiped off. He looked up in dazed glee as Gabriel put a hand against his throat, holding him in position.
 
“I take it ya like this huh?”   
 
Jesse didn't have the words to answer. He just slid down onto his knees, pawing at the denim and trying to undo the zipper as quickly as he could. Gabriel's affectionate, if somewhat gruff response told him that his behavior was about to be rewarded. 

“Alright. It's like dealing with a damn dog.” Gabriel twisted his fingers in Jesse's hair and cracked the head up to gaze at him. “Back up. Don't look behind you. Back up.”

He lifted his knees off the ground and began to scoot backwards on the balls of his feet, letting the carpet gather and twisted under them. Gabriel advanced on him, walking him backwards until his heels touched the corner, trapping him in this demeaning position. Jesse never took his eyes off the man's, eager for the games to get going. 

“Stay.” The order came with a calm tone of reason. Gabriel was in charge now. But then again, was he ever not? His hand covered the back of Jesse's scalp, fingers tugging gently at the hair and enjoying the way the cowboys face tilted into his thighs, nuzzling like a kitten after cream. He let Jesse enjoy it, the front of his jeans tightening with noticeable discomfort. He felt a tongue wind around the button and shook his head. “If you can undo that thing with your mouth I'll be surpris...”

Jesse's expression was nothing less than smug as fuck.
 
“Well...” Gabe's sidelong grin showed itself with clear glee. “I'll be damned.” He thumbed down the plump lower lip, tsksing pleasantly as he thought about what that talented tongue was going to feel like on his cock. “Ok smart guy. Now get the zipper down.” While Jesse managed with admirable efficiency, Gabriel planned his next move, certain of how he wanted the rest of the night to go. He waited while Jesse hooked his fingers into the belt loops, tugging down the pants and moaning at the outline of the cock in the boxers.   
 
“Jefe...” His whine was a hungry, pleading thing. A voice of real desperation while he sat there, longing  for the man to use his mouth the way he'd promised. 

“No. You gotta learn the rules first.” Gabriel tapped the back of his head to get his attention. “One, hands behind your back. Clasp your wrists. If you let go, I'll stop.”

“Yes, Gabriel.” He was breathless. Good. That meant he was getting into the right mindset for the night. Jesse opened his lips as a thumb was slid between them, entreating him. The rough, calloused pad pressed his tongue down, feeling along the taste buds and back towards the throat. He held Jesse in the palm of his hand, watching as the saliva began to build up and trickled slowly from the edge of the man's lips.   
 
“You don't touch your cock.” He was pleased with the whine that elicited. Clearly the poor thing was already well on his way to being horny as fuck. “You don't touch it until I cum. Then, if you did a good job, I'll decide if you're gonna cum or not.”

Jesse nodded, feeling the thumb prod at his uvula.   
 
“You gonna behave yourself?” 

Jesse nodded quickly.

“Alright then. Lets see if you can do something about all the trouble you caused.” Gabriel moved his hand beneath the boxers and tugged his cock loose, rubbing it down across Jesse's face, enjoying how those brown eyes followed the thick member down. Poor guy just about went cross eyed with delight as he followed it's path to his open mouth. The bulging tip pressed down into the warm entry and Jesse burbled up around it, the expression of sheer gratification painted on him like graffiti. He pushed forward with determination and Jesse's cheek filled up with him, a rounded protrusion jutting out at the side. “Oh you think using your cheek is gonna win you points?”

Jesse laughed around the cock. “Hey if I wanted you to cum now I could suck it all down. Maybe I wanna play for a bit, ya know?”

“Suit yourself.” He permitted, watching Jesse bob playfully around. A blunt growl teased its way out as the man dipped to the underside, tickling his tongue around until he found a plum, exposed ball and started to mouth it fondly. “Hnnnugh. Oh! Ok. Alright you wanna play?” Gabe snorted, watching Jesse wag his ass back and forth. “Okay baby. Okay. You play for me. Sit up straight.”

Jesse's back was rigid and Gabriel came to him, pushing him back up to the wall.   
 
“Ahhh.”

“Ahhhhh!” Jesse's brows knit together as the cock pushed in anew, working back towards the gullet. He couldn't do much more than drool around it, helping to slick it up for the next part. He'd give anything to wrap his lips around those balls for a while, suck on them, feel the hard texture inside as he squeezed them between his lips. There was so much fun to be had here! He wanted to let his mouth wander and play till he got lock jaw. Then, if he had his way of things, Gabriel would flip him over and fuck him till he passed out! As the cock steady began the long hard press down into his throat, Jesse's heart thudded out against his chest. He gagged sweetly, a promise of how much he was willing to offer if Gabriel would only take proper advantage of the situation.