Overwatch, Reaper76, siren AU part 3
Hey, I finally finished another scene of Octosiren AU! And then I realized I’m not sure whether it’ll actually end up in the final story, so here, have it.
Enjoy the masturbation, ovi, and mpreg. Look, I missed R76 Week AND Kink Week, I gotta indulge.
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Jack leans on the rail of the tiny balcony belonging to the captain’s cabin. Whistles and shouts from the deck carry distantly over the wake’s churning roar, but there’s nothing in his range of vision but the sky and the ship’s wake cutting a white path through the gunmetal blue waves of the Atlantic. It’s the first real bit of privacy he’s managed in days.
He’s so fucking tired, but even more than that, he’s desperately horny. When Gabriel explained how this whole egg thing worked, the bastard left out the bit where the things never stop teasing him. He presses the heel of his hand to his crotch and breathes out a shuddering sigh of relief. It’s like being released from a straitjacket.
The past five days are a blur of struggling to focus on his job rather than his body. He couldn’t let the crew notice. God, he must’ve seemed drugged. Hopefully they put it down to exhaustion and not anything else.
Jack covers his mouth with his free hand to muffle his groan when he kneads his balls. After days of being edged, they feel almost bruised. Gabriel’s eggs shift gently inside him with the movement of his hips, and he flushes from head to toe with a pleasure/pain ache of fresh arousal. This is exactly what they’ve been doing to him for days. It’s a goddamn relief to finally have it happen when he can actually do something about it. He moans again into his hand and lets his eyes flutter shut for a second.
He should go get into bed and finish giving himself the handjob of a lifetime…but something about doing this to himself before the endless blank expanse of sea and sky makes him want to stay right where he is. There’s no one out there, anywhere between him and the horizon, and yet after the things he’s seen, he’s keenly aware of how many eyes could be watching him from the waves right now. It adds a breathless curl to the tug of his trousers coming undone, to the cool air on his skin as he pulls them down his hips to take himself in hand.
Gabriel’s fucked Jack over with this stunt so badly. After waiting so long, his cock is reluctant to harden fully. He runs the pads of his fingers over his length, letting himself grow accustomed to the intensity of the sensation, and thinks about Gabriel out there, enjoying the show.
For all Jack knows, he could be halfway across the planet right now. But just as easily he could be watching from below, licking his tongue over those pointed teeth of his as he savors the flush rising to Jack’s face. Jack pushes his shirt up and runs a hand over his chest. The cool air feels good on the heated skin there, and on his sensitized nipples. They tighten with a tingling pull, and he pinches one. Imagines it as sharp teeth and a warm wet tongue.
Gabriel would enjoy seeing him bared like this, taking his time with his own body. He’d revel in knowing that his eggs keep Jack constantly full on the edge of being stretched, endlessly turned on as if Gabriel’s always inside him.
He’d enjoy knowing that almost despite himself, Jack’s quickly become fond of the things. That the thought of carrying Gabriel’s offspring floods him with an arousal deeper than physical desire. When he thinks of it, he craves more than just his hand on his own dick. He aches for Gabriel’s touch, for the things he can do to him.
He squeezes the base of his cock and arches back, reaching for the little pucker of his entrance with his other hand. The contact of his own fingers pushes a surprised whimper out of him. God, his body feels hungry for it, like it’s ready to open up and let him sink in.
It’s hard to focus on doing two things at once. He gets a rhythm going, alternating between jerking himself off with one hand and teasing his opening with the other, rocking his hips to fuck himself just a couple of inches deep. The eggs inside him roll with his movements in a way that feels alive, and with his eyes closed he can almost believe he’s being taken, stretched open and then invaded by something squirmy and intimate. He’s panting and whimpering within moments, struggling to control the sounds so they don’t carry far enough for the sailors standing lookout to hear.
He feels sensual like this, vulnerable and powerful, almost the way he does with Gabriel. The sea breeze kisses his bare, overheated skin, chills the sweat on him, and the awareness that he’s exposed to the sea and sky from thighs to collarbones makes every touch so much more intense. His balls ache, drawn up tight in readiness, and the pain of it just merges in with the anticipatory tension in every line of his body.
There’s a shout building in his chest as the first crest of climax threatens. He shoves his knuckles into his mouth to stifle it, then moans around them as the second contraction of orgasm is almost as powerful as the first. They almost seem to wring him dry, the energy that’s keeping him standing with each ripple of pleasure until he feels boneless as a jellyfish.
He props himself against the ship’s hull and leans there till his breathing calms, one hand pressed against his abdomen so he can feel the little bumps of the eggs beneath the muscles.
Pregnant. It’s not quite accurate, in the strictest sense, but there’s something illicit about it. Taboo, even. It should be weird, wrong, but just thinking the word still gives him a strange, uneasy thrill. It makes the heat in his belly flares again.
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