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gabe x william
nc17 (blowjayz~)
authornote: as someone who thoroughly appreciates the differences between femininity and masculinity, this prompt from anon_lovefest really, really spoke to me. op, i hope you like it. it gets a little filthy at points, i'm not gonna lie, but the situation kind of ran away with me.
People always call William "pretty" and "girly" and "feminine," but Gabe has never been able to see him through any of those lenses. When he looks at William, he sees the strong, rigid line of his jaw, the way it tapers down into a distinctly male chin - square, with a little dimple in the center that fits the tip of Gabe's tongue perfect.
William has long hair, yes, which Gabe supposes would be enough to confuse the casual observer. Upon closer inspection though - and Gabe has had plenty - William's hair is coarser, thicker than any girl's would be. It's better equipped to handle Gabe's fists yanking and pulling and guiding.
William's eyebrows are thick, his eyelashes blunt and masculine. His lips are gorgeous, but they're not the lush, plump pillows that people have come to expect from women. They're soft against Gabe's, a glorious contrast to the rough scratch of stubble against Gabe's cheek.
Gabe takes one of William's thin wrists in his hand and pushes it back against the mattress. His whole body is the same, thin and light. That's another reason a lot of people think William is feminine. Gabe cups a sharp, narrow hipbone and couldn't disagree more.
The salty taste of William's dick against his tongue is probably the best argument in defense of William's masculinity, though, Gabe thinks. William doesn't shave, and the thick, coarse, slightly curly hair matting his groin holds the scent of his masculinity, the musky, heady perfume that makes Gabe's own cock go from firm to throbbing when he inhales. He licks up William's shaft, and the answering groan is in a register too low to even mistake for female.
He sucks and bobs and uses his wrist to attend to the portion of William's dick that he can't quite swallow, palm slick with spit, careful not to use his teeth because that shit stings.
"Fuuuuck," William slurs, vowel sound low and reverberating through the room. Gabe groans around William's cock and William's hand - big, rough, short nails, not at all like a lady's hands - fists in his curls. He tongues the head of William's cock and feels it pulse, steely and hard, in his mouth.
"Oh, fuck, Gabe," William warns, "I'm gonna come. Oh, I'm gonna come so fucking hard."
Gabe holds William's dick in his mouth, fist pumping at its base as it pulses and pulses. For a split second everything is bursting light and salty hot and Gabe swallows it all down.
When his vision clears the sheets are sticky where his dick was pressed up against them and there's come and spit dripping down his chin. He wipes it off with the back of his palm and slides his other hand up William's bare leg, against the grain of the hair there.
"Mmmm," William purrs, practically melting into the mattress. Gabe regards him for a long moment, sprawled on the sweat-slick sheets, dick softening and retreating, hair splayed out in a messy halo around his head.
William could be an angel, maybe, sometimes. Even if he was, though, Gabe isn't sure he'd ever be convinced that William was more than just this perfect, handsome man.
gabe x william
nc17 (blowjayz~)
authornote: as someone who thoroughly appreciates the differences between femininity and masculinity, this prompt from anon_lovefest really, really spoke to me. op, i hope you like it. it gets a little filthy at points, i'm not gonna lie, but the situation kind of ran away with me.
People always call William "pretty" and "girly" and "feminine," but Gabe has never been able to see him through any of those lenses. When he looks at William, he sees the strong, rigid line of his jaw, the way it tapers down into a distinctly male chin - square, with a little dimple in the center that fits the tip of Gabe's tongue perfect.
William has long hair, yes, which Gabe supposes would be enough to confuse the casual observer. Upon closer inspection though - and Gabe has had plenty - William's hair is coarser, thicker than any girl's would be. It's better equipped to handle Gabe's fists yanking and pulling and guiding.
William's eyebrows are thick, his eyelashes blunt and masculine. His lips are gorgeous, but they're not the lush, plump pillows that people have come to expect from women. They're soft against Gabe's, a glorious contrast to the rough scratch of stubble against Gabe's cheek.
Gabe takes one of William's thin wrists in his hand and pushes it back against the mattress. His whole body is the same, thin and light. That's another reason a lot of people think William is feminine. Gabe cups a sharp, narrow hipbone and couldn't disagree more.
The salty taste of William's dick against his tongue is probably the best argument in defense of William's masculinity, though, Gabe thinks. William doesn't shave, and the thick, coarse, slightly curly hair matting his groin holds the scent of his masculinity, the musky, heady perfume that makes Gabe's own cock go from firm to throbbing when he inhales. He licks up William's shaft, and the answering groan is in a register too low to even mistake for female.
He sucks and bobs and uses his wrist to attend to the portion of William's dick that he can't quite swallow, palm slick with spit, careful not to use his teeth because that shit stings.
"Fuuuuck," William slurs, vowel sound low and reverberating through the room. Gabe groans around William's cock and William's hand - big, rough, short nails, not at all like a lady's hands - fists in his curls. He tongues the head of William's cock and feels it pulse, steely and hard, in his mouth.
"Oh, fuck, Gabe," William warns, "I'm gonna come. Oh, I'm gonna come so fucking hard."
Gabe holds William's dick in his mouth, fist pumping at its base as it pulses and pulses. For a split second everything is bursting light and salty hot and Gabe swallows it all down.
When his vision clears the sheets are sticky where his dick was pressed up against them and there's come and spit dripping down his chin. He wipes it off with the back of his palm and slides his other hand up William's bare leg, against the grain of the hair there.
"Mmmm," William purrs, practically melting into the mattress. Gabe regards him for a long moment, sprawled on the sweat-slick sheets, dick softening and retreating, hair splayed out in a messy halo around his head.
William could be an angel, maybe, sometimes. Even if he was, though, Gabe isn't sure he'd ever be convinced that William was more than just this perfect, handsome man.