More Overwatch ABO
Here, have some shallow, shameless, not even thinly veiled reaper76 ABO smut. Of the fluffy domestic established relationship variety, yet.
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Gabriel smiles as he watches Jack pace back and forth, giving his presentation to the committee. He’s always had an electric charisma that makes him mesmerizing at any time, but today he’s all but incandescent and no one in the room seems able to look away from him. None of them realize they’re picking up on the subliminal cues Jack is putting off: the flush of pink across his cheeks that makes him look vibrant and highlights the brightness of his eyes; the slight arch of his back that pushes his chest forward and perks his ass; the subtle come-hither sway of his hips that makes his coat swish gracefully around his calves; the scent he’s putting out, suppressed to the edge of detectability by the scent blockers he’s wearing.
Jack is in heat.
Gabriel knows this because it started early this morning. He was already leaking and moaning in his sleep when Gabriel woke up, already painfully hard with Jack’s sweet, irresistible scent filling his nose. He’d still only been half awake when he’d spooned Jack up against his front and penetrated him, fucking into that dripping tight heat ever so slowly until Jack woke up from sheer, unbearable arousal, begging for Gabriel’s knot before he was even fully conscious.
Gabriel had rolled him onto his front and taken him roughly, one hand tangled in his golden hair to pull him back onto Gabriel’s dick. Jack loves it rough when he’s in heat, loves being treated like he won’t break, like he’s Gabriel’s property to manhandle and mount as he pleases. His musical moans and needy cries had filled the room till Gabriel had come inside him, savouring the feeling of his seed spurting deep into Jack’s body and the feeling of Jack’s body tightening helplessly on him in a wracking orgasm as his knot expanded, sealing Jack to him for the next half hour.
Once he’d managed to pull himself together, Jack had wrapped his arms around his head and moaned again, this time in despair rather than arousal. “Gabe, I can’t do this now.”
Gabriel had kissed the back of his neck. “You don’t have much choice, baby.” Heat robbed Jack of his ability to think straight or do much of anything except beg except while Gabriel had him knotted, but they’d traveled all the way to New York City so he could speak before the UN. Much as Gabriel’s lizard brain liked the idea, he couldn’t bend Jack over the podium and knot him in front of the General Assembly. “It’s alright, I’ve got an idea.”
Which is why, unbeknownst to the most powerful governing body in the world, their honorable Overwatch Strike Commander is pacing before them, unable to stand still for more than a few seconds at a time with a thick dildo buried deep inside him, its inflatable knot expanded to its full extent keeping him stretched and fulfilled. It serves multiple purposes, keeping his own slick from saturating his clothes and filling the room with its sweet, musky perfume, and keeping the large amount of cum Gabriel’s deposited inside him from escaping.
Gabriel knotted him three more times before they got up to get ready for the day, filling him till Jack’s body squished with every thrust and Jack wriggled and whimpered with needy oversensitivity beneath him.
God, Gabriel loves knotting him. Jack gets so lost in pleasure. He’s so beautiful when he’s abandoned, and having him so hungry for what only Gabriel can give him is admittedly a great ego boost. And he can’t get enough of the way Jack’s body surrenders to him when the knot takes him. Jack absolutely melts for him, his entire body going soft and pliant. When he’s locked on Gabriel’s knot, Gabriel can touch him and toy with him and fuck shallowly into him to his heart’s desire. He likes to make Jack come for him again and again, working him to climax by slow inches till he’s writhing on his knot and mewling helplessly under the relentless pleasure. Best of all is the way Jack loves being on Gabriel’s knot just as much. He loves the feeling of trying to get away and being unable to. His own struggles to escape Gabriel’s ruthless pleasuring do as much to drive him to orgasm as anything Gabriel does to him.
Between the pheromones soaking into his body from Gabriel’s semen and being held open by the artificial knot, Jack is managing to keep his mind enough to give his talk. If he stammers and pauses to find his words a bit more than usual, it makes no difference to anyone in the room, who are all spellbound by him. Gabriel isn’t above peeking around and counting how many hard-ons and instances of squirming in seats he sees. Tonight, when he’s got Jack locked on his knot again and shivering with delight while Gabriel pumps his fluid into him, he’ll tell him just how many members of the committee are probably fantasizing about him.
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