Extension September 2024 Drabble #1

Cole/Reaper – Just the tip – Gabriel thought that he could bully Cole into doing his bidding once again but... weeell things don't turn out the way he thought they would.

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Part 2 (This Part)

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Cole spreads Reyes’ ass cheeks and rubs his slick thumbs against both sides of his hole. It is winking at him. The muscle is plump and just loose enough that he can peek the dark red insides. It gets his blood pumping faster, but it is not enough to really make him get feral for him like Reyes wants him to be.

The other must be feeling his lack of enthusiasm because he turns his head out of his crossed arms and peers behind him, dark eyes glittering and mean.

“Get on with it, ingrate!”

“You’re pretty demanding for a guy that just really wants a cock in his ass,” Cole replies on a drawl. He’s been too nervous earlier to really shoot back, but now that he’s abandoned his report writing for this and has his cock breathing out in the open, it feels like his head has gotten a bit clearer.

Gabriel growls. He throws his hips back but it’s not like that will do him much good. It’s a nice visual, though, to watch his own dick be sandwiched between Gabriel’s fat cheeks. Something for the spank bank, that’s for fucking sure.

Cole grabs a hold of the boss’ wide hips and holds him where he is, slowly moving his hips and dragging his cock through the warm channel between his cheeks. It’s enough to make Gabriel settle back down again; at least a little.

He waits for Cole to finally ram his cock into him and breed him like a bitch but when nothing more happens, he visibly bristles again.

“I swear to everything unholy, ingrate. If you don’t use your cock for the only goddamned thing you’re worth for in the next ten seconds, I’ll-”

“What’ll you do?” Cole interrupts lazily. It’s so much easier being a shithead when he’s got his dick out and Reyes whining for cock. Though the boss’ whining is a lot threats-of-violence. Not needy little pillow talk. Though honestly… Cassidy doesn’t mind it either way.

He doesn’t need a lot to get off, after all.

“Wanna throw me down and ride me, old man?”

Gabriel turns his head again and stares at Cole from the corner of his eyes. There’s a fine sheen of sweat making his face glisten and belying how hot he is for this all. He needs cock right now, despite the good facade he puts up.

Cole can feel the goosebumps beneath his fingertips and idly presses his blunt fingers in against it.

“I’m not gonna force you,” Gabriel grunts. He starts to pull away but Cole keeps a hold of him and pulls him right back into the same position. He slowly moves his hips, dragging his cock against Reyes’ swollen hole.

“You kinda already did, right? Pulled me away from a report you wanted me to write.” He slowly pulls his hips back just enough that he can hook his thumb across his own shaft and push his cock down until it is taking up the trace of Gabriel’s hole. Cole and his dick are a good team like that; it usually picks up the slack.

Reyes looks a little taken aback. His dark, intelligent eyes are narrowing. If it weren’t for the flush darkening his face, Cole would bet money that he’d pull away any second and gruffly declare that this is over.

Cole lets his mouth curl into an easy grin and laughs at him. He pops the tip of his cock in. Reyes’ tight mouth goes softer. It opens in a soft little sigh and he lets his head hang low, forehead pressed against his forearms.

He rocks back slightly, intent on taking more of Cole’s dick. Cole moves back easy enough. He’s used by now to how Reyes moves. He can anticipate his motions. His slow grab of the reigns, wanting things to go his way.

Cole licks his lips, his eyes trained on the space where he’s speared into Reyes.

“You feel good around me, boss.”

“Then fuck deeper, moron,” Reyes presses out through grit teeth. He tries to bounce his ass back again but once more Cole just moves along with the motion and doesn’t let him have what he desires.

He can feel sweat forming on the back of his neck and prickling down his spine. He’s never been this bold with Reyes before but the more he allows himself, the more he realizes that Gabriel lets him.

When Gabriel pipes up again, his voice is rougher and a bit more high-pitched. He sounds almost distressed if it weren’t for his insides desperately squeezing down on the two inches Cole has given him: “What the fuck are you doing?!”

“Fucking ya,” Cole answers serenely. He pulls back, though he makes it nice and slow so Gabriel will feel the stretch of his rim around the ridge of Cole’s glans. It keeps the other from thunderously clapping back at him. He must think that Cole is finally getting to the good part… but once only the very tip of Cole’s dick is getting kissed by Reyes’ cunt, he pushes back in – and stops once again just after slipping him his tip.

Cassidy reaches up and grabs his cigar. He hasn’t lit it; Reyes doesn’t like him smoking indoors, but it’s something for his oral fixation if nothing else. He plays with it in his fingers and stares at the back of the big guy’s head. He can practically see the moment when Gabriel starts to realize what is going on.

“...Cassidy.” Reyes’ voice is husky. It sends a sensual shiver down the young man’s spine. He feels himself wanting to waver. Wanting to please his boss just so he can get one of his very rare praises; but he shuffles his knees a little farther apart and remains steadfast.

He has to be. He needs to finally stand up for himself and show Reyes that he can’t just bully him around like a damn pup.

That riling his fat assed boss up is so damn hot is just a nice bonus on the side.

“Mmnh?” he hums, feigning innocence. He puts the cigar back between his lips and clamps his teeth around its butt for good measure. He grabs a hold of Cassidy’s hips with both hands, anticipating the slut to buck like a mustang. He does not disappoint.

He tries to thrust himself backward yet again but beyond just an additional inch, he does not get more. His frustration is palpable. It radiates off his body like heat. There is sweat glistening on his skin and Cole wants to lick it off like a dog, but that would tempt him too much into starting humping Reyes like one too, so he doesn’t.

“I will kill you if you don’t stop this shit and get on fucking me proper!”

Cole watches as Gabriel lowers his head, one hand curling into a fist against his forehead in lieu of a beanie that he can pull into his face. To do what…? Hide his flushed cheeks and the glassy shine to his eyes?

Hide the fact that he is not as turned off by this as he should be?

Oh if that isn’t interesting. Cole swallows thickly, tongue briefly brushing against the butt of the cigar. There is sweat itching along his hairline and under his arms but he doesn’t trust Gabriel as far as he can throw his fat ass, so he keeps both hands on him and digs his fingers into his skin until he is sure that it will bruise instead of scratching at himself.

The thought of Reyes swaggering around base with the imprints of Cole’s fingers on his hips is doing things to him.

“Or,” he says, trying for suave failing the mark by a longshot, “You could not drag me away from a task you assigned me to demand I fuck you and then right after be a bitch about me not having finished your goddamn task!”

He moves his hips a little now; just a tiny back-and-forth, staring down at the place he is connected with Reyes and blinking sweat out of his eyes. Reyes starts to growl but it tapers off real quick once Cole pulls back again until he is getting stretched around the fat ridge of his tip once more.

Reyes’ back curls up like a cat, then flattens out again. He reaches out restlessly with his thickly muscled arms, one grabbing a hold of the headboard, the other just clawing at the pillow he’s been lying on waiting to be serviced.

He is panting and the sound is sending shockwaves through Cole’s body.

“F-Fuck-” Reyes whispers, sibilant and punched out. Nothing more than that. He does not acknowledge that Cole has a point in his complaint, but Cole didn’t expect him to anyway.

He pushes back in and stops once again at just behind his tip. It’s torture for him too but seeing Reyes slowly but surely lose his mind is something he doesn’t think he’ll ever forget.

There are so many ways in which Gabriel could turn this around on him until he just takes what he needs, but he’s not. He’s staying put and he lets Cole have the upper hand for fucking once. Maybe he likes getting bullied around a little. Or maybe he is just so stunned by the development.

Cole doesn’t know… and he honestly doesn’t care. All he wants is to keep tormenting Reyes. Maybe it’ll soften the hardass up a little in their day-to-day? He doubts it.

But a man can fucking dream.