Patreon Compilation – Fic#308 – Soldier76/Cassidy – old married couple; old married sex; gentle and loving – Been Waiting All My Life

Soldier76/Cassidy – Cole and Soldier have married after leaving Overwatch and are living their best lifes being just old men in love and fucking all day long.

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Jack grunts softly when Cole’s tip finally pops past his rim. The stretch of it never seems to get easier, no matter how often they’ve been doing it. It’s a good thing he’s come to be addicted to the feeling, the small fold between his eyebrows easing out as he begins to relax around the only marginally slimmer shaft.

They both exhale in tandem as he starts to lower himself down onto his old lover’s cock. Cole’s large hands, one calloused, one mechanical, settle on Jack’s waist, fingertips ten distinct points of contact as they dig into his skin.

He’s not helping out any; just holding on so he’ll have something to do with his hands while Jack gets himself situated, ass settling against the tops of Cassidy’s thighs.

“There ya go,” Cole finally croons. He lets his head tilt back, leaning against the backrest of the couch. There’s a lopsided, lazy grin on his face, the crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes crinkling with it.

In the years that they’ve been together after their active Overwatch duty, they’ve both become old, but Jack thinks that it suits Cole a lot more than himself. There’s a lot more gray threading through his still unkempt hair and there’s a lot more fat on his hips and chest, giving his pecs a nice give when Jack squeezes them in his hands.

But most of all he’s become even more mellow in his attitude. He can hold on so much longer before spilling inside his husband as opposed to the beginning of their relationship.

Sometimes he wonders idly how he had been in Overwatch proper; whether he’s gone off like a rocket then, but… he’s never asked and it’s not that important anyway.

“Move, darlin’,” he urges gently, though his hands are still just sitting on Jack’s hips, not making him do anything in particular. Jack exhales softly. He loves the way all those little endearments sound with Cole’s voice. That syrupy drawl makes them all the more luxurious. It’s difficult to think that that is something he even deserves after the life he’s led, but it’s even more embarrassing to talk about it so he doesn’t. And simply enjoys it.

Leaning forward, he puts his forehead against Cole’s. “Yesss,” he whispers on a sibilant little hiss, but it takes yet a few seconds more until he actually starts to engage his thigh muscles to lift himself up.

There’s plenty of lube slicking the way and making it oh-so-easy for him to drag his lovingly clenching hole along Cole’s shaft. They both groan, feeling each other’s warm breath fanning against their faces.

“Damn, it never gets old with ya,” Cole whispers. There’s a bit of a broken quality to his voice that has warm bursts of sensation explode along Jack’s spine. He digs his fingers deeper into the cushions of the couch, then sits back down on that wonderfully fat cock.

He’s truly gotten addicted to it. He’s never been that much of a cockhound before his husband, but in the past seven years that has changed quick. He can not get enough of the stretch. The depth. The filling he gets whenever he offers his hole to his husband.

All the better that Cole has not yet become tired of servicing him.

Jack’s hands move from the back of the couch. His fingers are trembling a little – they always are these days – but his grip is as sure as ever as he folds his palms around Cole’s cheeks and holds his face nice and steady for a kiss.

It starts comparatively chaste, given the fact that he is already rocking on his husband’s cock, angling his hips in a way that makes the fat head gently dig into all those delicious spaces he loves to have touched.

It’s Cole that ramps up the stakes, of course. He might have mellowed out quite a bit but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t push his tongue into Jack’s mouth whenever he is half given a chance to do so…

Jack lets his fingers creep into his husband’s hair, idly tugging on a few knots he finds while he lets Cole push his broad tongue into him and explore his body as if he hasn’t done so a thousand times already.

He can feel the other’s cock flexing inside him; slow and eager just like its master.

He pulls back, panting, his own dick dribbling out pre-cum as he once again tilts his hips and grinds harder into Cole’s lap.

There’s always a certain feeling of getting overwhelmed when dealing with the other’s cock. It’s just that perfect girth that has Jack’s old heart take it up a notch, pumping rabbit fast against his ribcage and making it feel like he is about to have an asthma attack or something.

It’s just the thrill that he craves, hole stretched wide and trembling, clenching down every now and then without him having to consciously think about giving his husband a good time…

Cole is easy to satisfy. Not that he needs much in any which way. He always seems to be just happy to be involved. Like getting to throat fuck Jack with his tongue, those big blunt fingertips rubbing idle circles into his hips as he does so. He shuffles his feet a little further apart, knees angling out.

It takes a bit of maneuvering but eventually he manages to slide even further down in his seat, taking Jack with him until he is lying a bit awkwardly on his husband, his range of movement severely hampered.

“What are you doing now?” Jack asks breathlessly right against the other’s open, panting mouth. He can feel his cock slowly flexing inside the warm grip of his body. Cole’s mouth moves back into that lopsided grin that never fails to give Jack a warm pang of emotion in his chest.

He moves his fingers over until he is grabbing a hold of Jack’s ass, massaging the cheeks and inching his way closer and closer to the delirious stretch of his hole around the other’s cock.

“Just thought I’d give you a break,” Cole murmurs, all good natured and barely above a whisper. “Go on… why don’t you just put your head on my shoulder and let me treat you to a nice slow orgasm, darlin’?”

Jack exhales in a soft puff, a startled barely-there laugh tickled out of him unexpectedly. He can feel the harsh lines of his expression softening a little as his thumbs drag against Cole’s cheekbones. He wants to tell him not to be an idiot and just let him do his job, but… he looks so sweet with his dark eyes looking at him so warm and expectant; like Jack hung the goddamn moon and stars – so what was an ex strike commander to do?

“Well… if you insist.”

He presses their cheeks together and closes his eyes, just inhaling Cole’s scent for a while as the other rumbles with appreciation and begins to move. It can’t really be called fucking what they are doing, and Jack finds himself smiling a little as he thinks about that.

It’s making love and while he does feel a pang of embarrassment when the words skitter through his brain, he can’t help but feel like this is exactly what that should feel like. Cole holding on to him and slowly angling his hips up again and again; gently nudging his cock back-and-forth and teasing Jack’s body into relaxing more for him until the entry is so buttery soft that having him slide against his rim is sending tickling bouts of sensation up his spine and down his legs.

He turns his head thoughtlessly, rubbing his forehead against Cole’s temple and exhales right against his cheek.

“Hmmmn… you like that, darlin’? You feel so good on my cock when you’re nice and relaxed like that.”

Jack keeps his eyes closed. It’s easier to accept Cole’s praise when he does that. His instinctive reaction is always to scoff roughly and just get out of the situation, but he can’t deny that it feels just nice. The other is taking wonderful care of him, fucking him in the slowest, laziest way possible and speaking to him in that low, careful voice that makes it sound like Jack is the absolute love of his life, which…

He should be, right? Cole is his at the very least. He’s not sure how the other could never have been on his radar while they were still on active duty. Maybe it was due to his proximity to Gabriel, but…

“Ah-” Jack can’t help the soft little sound of pleasure when one of Cole’s hands presses against the small of his back and makes him angle his hips just so. Sparks explode in the darkness of his eyelids. His legs tingle even more until he is not sure he could even use them anymore.

“There it is, hmn? Yeah… go on, let go for me.”

Cole is so soft and squishy underneath him. They’ve both become so old, their hard muscles from decades past gone soft and malleable and Jack absolutely adores it.

He does not fight his orgasm, or the whining sort of cadence his voice takes on when he crests over the peak and starts to paint Cole’s hairy stomach with warm, gooey cum.

Cole follows him easy enough, arms wrapped around Jack and rocking him like a damn kid. It’s embarrassing… but so, so good.

They’ll have to repeat it when they both caught their breath and are able to get it up again.