#gamory

Gabe didn’t even bother knocking as he walked into Emory’s treehouse, just slipping inside and going to the room that still had a light shining from under the door. Letting out a soft sigh, he ran one hand through his hair before opening the door, tucking himself inside before shutting the door. His even, blank gaze fell on Emory, and he leaned back against the door, arms crossed over his chest. “So you want me to fuck you, right?” he said bluntly, keeping his voice soft so he wouldn’t wake Harman in the next room.

Emory was scrolling through his phone idly when Gabe came in. it had been a relatively uneventful day two for him on this vacation. The night with Theo had been fun, but the injuries his back sustained had made it challenging for Emory to take advantage of the other activities the vacation had to offer. Nonetheless, the day wasn’t a complete loss. Riling Gabe up had been a rather informative activity, getting to know his temperament and character. He looked up at the sound of Gabe’s voice and put his phone aside. “Straight to the point, I see.” The other man definitely looked pissed, this should be an eventful night. “Yes. Think you can deliver?”

Gabe rolled his eyes. “I think we’ve gotten past the point of pleasantries, Emory,” he muttered. He was still unsure about his ability to actually follow through considering he hadn’t been with anyone since Wyatt’s death, but right now, he needed some kind of release before he snapped and actually killed someone. “Yeah. You planning on getting me hard or am I going to have to take care of that myself?” he asked before shucking off his shirt carelessly.

Emory raised his eyebrows at the comment. Well, Gabe definitely had bite. It was a refreshing change from some of the subs he had seen here, what with their lack of identities and their needs for their orders. Individuals with a mind and temper of their own were far more interesting and challenging. “Fair enough.” Emory stood up from his chair and walked toward Gabe. Gabe had a lithe but toned physique, he was almost a head taller than Emory but height had never been an issue for him. Sliding his hand down Gabe’s side, Emory let his fingers feel the contour of the muscles underneath and stopped at the belt. Keeping his eyes on Gabe, Emory proceeded to unbuckle Gabe’s belt and pull it off. “I’ll play nice.”

Gabe watched Emory move towards him, his face blank, though he was idly thinking about how weird it was to look down at someone as opposed to up. He was proud that he managed not to flinch at the touch to his side, the feeling of another person’s hand on his body oddly comforting. He was always touch-starved, it seemed… even now. “You play nice, I’ll play nice,” he said quietly, reaching down to pull Emory’s shirt up and off, fingers returning to skate down the shorter man’s chest.

Emory felt the scrape of the fabric against the wounds on his back as it was pulled off. They weren’t deep enough to scar, but the tree barks had messed up his back enough to rub off some skin. Depending on the intensity of this upcoming excursion, there would most likely be blood later. Emory knew Gabe must be feeling conflicted at this point. Grief in a normal human being was an interesting thing. It brought out the most exquisite and widest range of emotions. Emory did not know Wyatt, but the discussions he had heard and observation he had made had told him that this was someone who had quite a bit of impact on many others at the mansion. The fact that the man before him was claimed by the deceased Dom must had made the entire grieving process even worse. If there was one emotion that Emory liked to see the most in grieving, it would have to be anger. And tonight, he intended on seeing just how far Gabe would go when under its influence. Unzipping the other man’s pants, Emory got down on his knees. He slid his hand inside of Gabe’s underwear and released his length from its confines before wrapping his fingers around the base. Looking up at Gabe again, Emory acknowledged Gabe’s earlier statement. “You don’t need to.” With those words, he wrapped his lips over the tip and took Gabe in.

Gabe licked his lips. He could tell Emory was attractive, obviously. He was handsome, he had a nice body. In other circumstances, he would have been all about getting the other man off, having fun with it. But at the moment, with grief still rampant in his system and anger even more present, he just needed the release. He almost felt detached from the whole situation, even as Emory knelt and brought his pants down, warm lips wrapping around the tip of his cock. “Fuck,” he whispered, one hand winding into Emory’s dirty blond hair, his head thumping back against the door. His body responded on a physical level, blood rushing to make his cock stiffen, but he felt nothing beyond the warm, basic rush of arousal.

Emory hummed around Gabe. Angry or not, the human body always responded to stimuli and Gabe was no exception. Emory pulled back a bit and sucked at the head, flicking his tongue against the slit a few times before taking Gabe in all the way and increased the suction. Gabe was relatively quiet, but Emory could tell from the change in breathing and the tenseness in his thighs that his ministration was having the desired effect. Deciding that he was going to test just how much Gabe could control himself, Emory took Gabe in all the way and swallowed around him, closing his throat up.

Gabe closed his eyes and just let the sensation wash over him. It was almost clinical and cold how he thought of this pleasure, how he considered the warm suction of Emory’s mouth around him. It wasn’t a way to get closer. It was a means to getting off, and Gabe was vaguely irritated with himself for wanting more from it. That was gone for him. His hand tightened in Emory’s hair when he felt the tight suck of his throat around his cock, hips bucking instinctively into the warm suction. “Fuck, Emory… Christ,” he rasped out, looking down at the other man.

Emory did not stop. He wasn’t planning on bringing Gabe off, and he knew there was still some ways go before they got to that tipping point. In the meantime, he just wanted to test the waters and see just how much Gabe could restrain himself. The more tension he could bring to this, the more fun it could be later. Emory didn’t mind if Gabe displaced his anger and grief onto him. It wouldn’t be the first or last time someone did that to him. Emory glanced up and met Gabe’s eyes, his gaze never wavering even as he continued on the task at hand, stroking Gabe’s length as he did so.

Gabe raised one eyebrow when Emory didn’t react to his hips bucking into his throat and tightened his hand in his hair. Slowly he started rocking his hips, fucking the Dom’s mouth, locking his gaze on Emory’s as he moved. He was practically daring him to push away and react, craving it actually. He wanted… some kind of line, some barrier, some… rule that he could break so he knew where he stood.

Emory relaxed his throat around Gabe, not letting up one bit even as the other man fucked into his throat. There was a sense of twisted satisfaction to this. One would think that Emory was getting used, but this was a different kind of power trip on its own, to be able to get the grieving man to react, to give into his anger and desire; the emotional turmoil the man would most likely experience afterwards would be exquisite. Human emotions were fascinating this way, and it was always so much better to be able to watch from the eye of the storm. Using the tension in Gabe’s thighs and the amount of control Gabe had in fucking into his mouth as a gauge for just how much more the man could take, Emory decided that it was time to move on. After all, it wouldn’t be much fun if he got the young man too close too soon. Pulling off Gabe, Emory placed a few lingering kisses on his abdomen before getting up. “Hard enough for you?”

Gabe kept thrusting mindlessly into his mouth, his head a million miles away. Maybe this was useless. Maybe he shouldn’t do this, because… what the hell would it accomplish? Getting off? He had a hand for that, and Emory… was kind of a dick. But in the next breath, Gabe was back to detaching, just focusing on the pleasure and nothing else. He grunted in displeasure when Emory pulled off, his brown eyes dull as he looked down at him. “Yeah. Thanks for the help,” he replied, the smirk on his lips not quite reaching his eyes. He tugged Emory to his feet, leaning down to kiss him hard, tongue pushing into his mouth to taste himself inside. “So you gonna let me fuck you or what?”

Emory allowed himself to be semi-manhandled into standing, not pushing back or resisting when the kiss came abruptly. Gabe had a lot of fight in him, that much was true. A sub with strength and a mind of his own was always far more appealing than those that mindlessly followed orders. In a different time and place, this man would have probably been the kind that Emory would like to be associated with. At Gabe’s next comment, Emory’s lips twitched up in a small amused smile. “That’s what you came for, isn’t it?” Tracing his finger down the center of Gabe’s chest and stopping right where Gabe was hard and straining, Emory met his gaze again. “What are you waiting for?”

Gabe rolled his eyes. “Waiting for you to get up on the bed so I can actually fuck you,” he muttered before nudging Emory back. He wasn’t stupid - he’d seen the cuts on Emory’s back and knew he couldn’t just pin him down and fuck him - so he needed a little cooperation. “Why don’t you just get on the bed and I’ll get everything else?” he purred, his voice devoid of anything warm, just a mechanical kind of seduction.

Emory didn’t answer. Instead, he turned around and started toward the bed, unbuckling his own belt and pulling it off along the way. He could feel Gabe’s eyes on him, knowing that the cuts on his back were probably rather distracting. Removing the rest of his clothing, Emory sat down on the bed and turned his attention onto Gabe again. He didn’t care how he got fucked, pain didn’t bother him. Worst case scenario it would mean that they might have to get a new set of covers, but that wouldn’t be his problem. “Take your time.”

Gabe rolled his eyes and moved back to the bed, taking hold of Emory’s shoulder and shoving him down face first onto the bed. “Get up on your fucking knees,” he mumbled, ripping open a condom and slicking it onto himself before getting his fingers slick with lube. Mechanical, steps in a process… nothing more than that.

Emory regained his balance in time to avoid an actual tumble. Being manhandled was hot, but hurting himself not in the way he wanted? Not so hot. “Bossy one, are you?” Emory threw a glance over his shoulders and scooted up to the head of bed. He stayed on his knees and placed his hands on the headboard. He didn’t have to look at Gabe to know what he was doing. He could hear the shifting and the crinkling of the wrapper behind him. This should be interesting.

Gabe rolled his eyes again. “Thought you didn’t want someone who just took it,” he mumbled. Getting up on his knees behind Emory, he stroked slick fingers over his entrance before easing one inside to open up the Dom under him. “Judging by the marks on your back, I’d say you would rather not be the one in charge,” Gabe whispered.

Emory kept himself relaxed as he felt the finger. He laughed lightly at Gabe’s comment. It wasn’t the snark that amused him, it was the assumption. Unfortunately, there wasn’t really much he could say to the man without giving away more than what he intended for anyone to know. “I didn’t.” His voice was level in spite of what was happening. “You should’ve seen the other guy then.” Theo had fucked him, but Emory had gotten what he wanted out of the entire process. He had riled Theo up, make him angry, and make him lose control. Emory had Theo exactly where he wanted him without the man even knowing it. That, was true control.

Gabe frowned but didn’t comment further. Instead he focused on working Emory open, adding a second slick finger after he felt his muscle relaxing. The heat around his digits was enough to keep him hard, knowing he would be inside the man before too much longer. “Don’t think I want to. I’d rather just fuck you,” he muttered, free hand grabbing a handful of Emory’s ass hard.

Emory ’s breathing was even as he let Gabe work him open. The process was clinical and procedural, a different experience from the rushed fumble that was Theo. In a way, Emory almost didn’t want Gabe to stretch him. He had dealt with worse pain than this, and part of him wondered why Gabe even bothered considering his current state of mind. The rough grab snapped him out of his thoughts and at Gabe’s next sentence, Emory responded, “Then get to it.”

Gabe wasn’t about to tear Emory up. Someone had already done that it seemed, and he wasn’t looking to fuck someone up worse… just to fuck someone. He squeezed Emory’s ass at the provocation, his fingers sliding out of him to slick up his cock. “Demanding shit,” he muttered as he lined up, pushing in steadily, not stopping until he was buried entirely in Emory’s ass. “Fuck… fuck,” he muttered, holding his hips in an iron grip.

Emory noted Gabe’s reaction, giving the man credit for maintaining his self control in spite of his words. Emory kept his eyes forward and focused on the wall before him and maintained his hold on the headboard as Gabe slid into him. He was still sore from Theo the night before, but Gabe had been gentle enough in comparison and in spite of the stretching and burning, Emory wanted to see more reaction from the man. “Fuck, indeed.” He commented lightly, before clenching down hard.

Gabe hissed and gripped his hips tighter for the way Emory squeezed around him, his cock pulsing inside the other man. “Jesus if you want me to move, just say so,” he whispered before starting to rock his hips, hard, short thrusts inside of him.

Emory relaxed his grip on the headboard. In comparison to Theo, Gabe was nowhere near as rough at all, but the snap behind each thrust definitely provided with a good edge and the presence that Gabe was very much so there. Emory’s body had yet to adjust to the stretching, but the slow burn at the beginning was always one of the best. “If I remember correctly, you’re the one doing the fucking.” Emory shifted his position a little so that the thrust would hit at a different angle. “Figure I’ll let you decide.”

Gabe raised his eyebrow, digging his nails in to Emory’s hips. “I thought you were the Dom here, but whatever floats your boat,” he muttered. Gabe gave up on talking and just focused on fucking into Emory, slow, hard thrusts, his hips rolling deep into the other man’s body.

Emory admitted that he was somewhat impressed with the other man. Gabe apparently had much better control of his emotion than most people Emory had encountered and that observation made him even more curious about the submissive. “I’m a diplomatic person by nature.” Emory clenched down on Gabe again. He needed this to be a bit rougher, so Emory tried to prod. “Figure it’s best to let you do things your way, if it helps with your grief and what not.”

Gabe gripped his hips tighter, his breath coming a bit harder now. “Don’t pretend you know anything about me besides the size of my cock,” he ground out, starting to fuck him more roughly. It wasn’t for his pleasure, or to get back at Emory for what he said - now he just wanted this over with.

Emory tightened his hold on the headboard as Gabe pushed into him. Now they were starting to get somewhere. “Hit a nerve, did I?” Emory asked, his tone light. “Letting out that anger of yours is a good thing.” The bed was starting to creak from the force of their movements. “You should really keep at it, Gabriel.”

Gabe rolled his eyes. “Do you ever fucking shut up?” he ground out between grunts of effort. One hand moved from Emory’s hip to curl under him, wrapping around his cock to stroke him firmly. All he wanted was to get off and get this the fuck over with now, Emory was starting to piss him off to the point where leaving outweighed orgasm.

Emory rocked back against Gabe to meet his thrusts, angling his hips so that each push would meet his prostate. It took a few tries but he had finally gotten what he wanted out of Gabe, the beautiful anger that came with grief. He let the force of the thrust propel him forward into Gabe’s grasp. The idea and act of sex were always a surreal experience for Emory. It was always a case of feeling the physical sensation of pain but never quite being in it. Even at this moment, as his body felt the friction of Gabe being inside of him and the way it rubbed against the rawness left behind by Theo, it still felt as though he was watching from afar. The detachment came naturally for Emory, always at the moment when the physical pain start to build, and it was almost divine. Emory bit down on his lip when he came, quietly as always, watching impassively as his come spilled over Gabe’s fingers.

Gabe managed to keep his sigh of relief mostly silent as he felt Emory’s release rush over his fingers. Fuck. Thank god, he didn’t know how much longer he could stand to do this. He let the clutch of Emory’s ass around his cock wring his orgasm from him, letting out nothing more than a soft grunt as he released. “Fuck,” he whispered, hesitating a moment before he pulled out, easing the condom from his length.

Emory reached over for the box of tissues on his night stand and pulled out a few pieces as he proceeded to wipe himself off. He would have to shower in a bit, but for now this would do. Emory waited until Gabe had moved away from behind him before he moved off the bed himself. Walking across the bedroom, Emory opened up the linen closet and pulled on a bathrobe. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall as he watched Gabe from the other side of the room. “Feel free to use the shower once it’s available.” Body languages at times like these always spoke volumes, and Emory couldn’t help but be curious about what the other man might be thinking now. “And you can have the bedroom if you like, I don’t plan on doing anything with it.”

Gabe rolled his eyes, tying off the condom and chucking it into the trash by the bed. “Going off to sleep with your snuggle bunny? I’ll take the couch, thanks. And I’ll be out of your way in the morning,” he muttered. Gabe quickly shrugged back into his clothes, almost tempted to use the offered shower but he couldn’t bring himself to take anything more from this prick. He felt dirty though, and disgusted with himself. Tomorrow. Tomorrow he could go swimming, or shower, or something.