#top gallagher

Gallagher thought he was better than this, y'know, not like those other dogs in the streets who'd salivate at the thought of a woman's touch, but fuck does he feel just like those low lives.

The bartender has been so patient, like a dog waiting at the foot of its owner, a few seconds before a treat. He was supposed to be patiently waiting for you to come home. Still, the pent-up anger from the patrol and the stress from bartending left him needy, Needy enough to dig through the house, rummaging for anything he could use, only to leave him with 2 pieces of your underwear, one to bury his nose in, practically drooling. At the same time, he shoved his right hand in his pants, freeing his erection and palming his fist with the 2nd wrapped tightly around his pulsing cock.

He fully knows this was awful, depraved behavior coming from someone with a loving partner but he can't help but angrily fist his cock with callused and big hands, getting the piece of underwear slick with his pre, honestly if he weren't so lust-driven he would feel a bit of shame, just a little.

Gallagher slowly shut his eye, nose scrunching as he felt a bit of annoyance; the pleasure wasn't enough for someone so hazy. Frustration as he tightens his grip on himself, desperate to mimic your touch soft and small hands compared to his hands hardened by labour and entirely too big thus ruining the immersion but his salvation is the tiny fantasies he'd lost himself when he was on his shift coming back full force, into images in his head of what it'd be like fucking you later tonight knowing what he just did, defiling your underwear with his come and drool because he can't keep his dick in his pants and his mouth shut when thinking of you always leaves a sour taste in his mouth knowing he wasn't buried so deep inside you.

But at some point during his perverse fantasies, you'd come home unbeknownst to him. Gallagher realized this when he was letting out gruff moans about the filthy shit he'd do to you, and suddenly getting a response.

"Fuck.. sweetheart the shit I'd do to you..." He'd mutter into the cloth when taking a deep breath, "Enjoying yourself, Gallagher?" you'd interrupt, making your lover drop the item he held so close to his face, but he didn't stop stroking himself though, sure he was ashamed but he didn't want to break his inch closer to his orgasm.

"Sweetheart, didn't expect to see you home," he cut himself off, a pant escaping as he continued fucking his fist, "S-so early." he continued as if he wasn't letting out little noises, and he did it with a dirty grin too, unashamed in being caught.

Soon, you got tired of just watching the pathetic bastard and settled on the bed in front of him, momentarily making him pause his hand and stare at you with confused eyes. "Don't worry about me; continue," you said as if you weren't already trailing your nail on the dip of his collarbone and up to his Adam's apple.

"How could I do that? With a feast like you in front of me," he said with all the confidence in the world for someone in such a shameful position.

You only hummed in acknowledgment while you tauntingly dragged your hand, brushing your fingers on his loose tie before fastening it, the messy knot tightening around his throat while you wrapped the velvet around your fist and tugged hard. enough for the man before you to stumble closer, sitting on his knees infront of you while he gave you a strained grin and lazily stroked himself.

"For such an old dog you sure know a lot of new tricks." he could only shrug and swallow before you let go of his tie and he scrambled to press his free hand onto his neck while his cock twitched uselessly in his hands, getting off on the lack of oxygen to his head and the way that it's you doing this to him, punishing him for being such a desperate bastard.

"I'm sorry sweetheart, you can't ask a dog to sit all day." a poor excuse, but the way he smiled at you almost instantaneously once he was done gasping for air was a testament that he wasn't sorry for shit.

You scoffed at his excuse before repeating the motion from earlier, tightening his tie and wrapping the velvet around your hand and tugging him forward, but this time you placed your hands over his neck, tightening your hold onto his neck and pressing down hard, enough to hurt, and honestly if he wasn't so good at controlling himself he'd be coming his brains out already.

Ever the opportunistic bastard, eager to get his dick wet he began to fuck his hand more while you observed, glaring and looking at him so judgingly it sent a shiver up his spine.

It didn't take long for him to come at all, just a few tight strokes and he was coming undone, his body was shaking and his head felt so cotton stuffed and static filled that he didn't notice when you let go of his neck and when he leaned his head on your thighs, too preoccupied with prolonging his orgasm and feeling good.

Soon, watery eyes looked up to meet yours, a small grimace to how sensitive he felt, but that was to be expected.

"Feeling like letting an old dog return the favour?" He offered, already salivating when you slipped your thumb in, prying his jaw open and sliding your cock into his awaiting mouth. He loved this feeling, the pleasant weight in his mouth and the pleased expression on your face when he gagged on your cock, unable to help the gag reflex so he used it to his advantage, even though he genuinely felt like passing out at times it was fine if it meant getting your come down his throat.

You swiftly gripped a fistful of Gallagher's hair and in turn he grabs hold of your thighs, engulfed by his big hands while he swallows your cock, trying to hold onto some semblance of power in this dynamic but the comforting warmth and the way he's already laying you down onto the bed made your stubbornness suddenly slip, dominance swiftly escaping your fingertips as Gallagher expertly took your entirety in his mouth, leaving no inch left and used his gagging as a weapon, he didn't even tear up anymore, too used to your length filling the back of his mouth and the reward of your now docile manner.

The strength in his hands made it easy for him to pull your clothes off, tugging at the irritating fabric and gaining access to you—your perfect body all his.

Momentarily, he pulled his mouth away for just a moment to slobber all over his thick fingers, a mix of cum and saliva to stretch you out so wonderfully before mouthing on your cock again, like how a dog would chew on his favourite toy, Gallagher devoured you like a starved mutt. Stimulation shocked your brain in a way that made you hazy and breathless from how he hallowed his mouth and his fingers scissored at you, hitting spots that made your eyes roll back so sweetly for him, making his ego surge and get even more motivated.

His thick fingers made you feel like the stars were decorating the ceiling; the stretch burned so well you almost couldn't tell it hurt. Almost.

As time went on, you felt your eyes water, and for you to feel that pulse and twitch that made Gallagher unexpectedly gag a few times before you spilled inside of him, feeling him swallow as you go but failing to contain the slick drops of come that couldn't get swallowed. He was always a messy eater.

"Gallagher, c'mere..." You groaned, wiping the little drops of your come from the corner of his lips while he licked his fingers like he was going down on those floatdisc burgers or halovian wing burgers. The sight of the famed bartender dealing damage to your lust-driven mind, leaving you twitching and ready for more.

"Gallagher, continue." You ordered, still retaining your mindset as the 'Master' in the relationship, and Gallagher happily obliged. He wrapped his hand under one of your legs and spread your legs apart while he entered, the intrusion already causing your body that was still reeling from the earlier orgasm to writhe, leaving you to grip at the blankets. Still unused to the stretch despite the preparation.

Gallagher brushed his thick hands over your waist, gripping down and feeling the flesh under, the way it was slightly tensing while he slowly burrowed himself deep inside you. Slowly grinding mindlessly to help you get used to whilst toying with the pulsing tip, the bartender loved testing waters after all even until tears beaded at your waterline he still continued to languidly use his hand to stroke you.

Perhaps Gallagher had forgotten his place. Your hands swiftly ensnared its deft fingers around Gallagher's neck, reminding him of his earlier transgressions, and he almost preens at the feeling of gaining your irritation. As much as Gallagher likes playing an obedient old dog, as much as you like playing the forgiving Master, you both can not help but return to your primary nature, bathed in sin you both can not help but play rough.

Tongue and teeth crashing together as that fire reigniting and akin to a ticking bomb, when you sunk your teeth into Gallagher's neck he knew he was a dead man, in a sense he knew he couldn't last much longer. Dick twitching inside you wildly while he rutted into your like a fervour you'd only seen a few times before.

"Gallagher, wait." You ordered when you parted lips for a moment, reminding him to wait, but he instead smirked and crashed his lips against yours, sinking his teeth on your lips, chewing on the skin not enough to hurt too bad but enough to show rebellion.

You, of course, had no choice but to flip the two of you over, seriously digging your nails onto his neck with one hand whilst the other guided his twitching cock inside of you while you continued the pace for him.

Furiously, you slammed yourself up and down the large man, feeling so full with his length almost poking just below your stomach while leaning forward just enough so that mutt could stare at you, dazed and devotion in his mind, reflected in the way his eyes watered as if gazing at The Harmony THEMSELVES. The lack of air to his mind and the digging sting of your nails around his throat made his trecherous body twitch from the thighs, to his clammy hands, and sensitive cock.

"It seems there's still some," You began as the sinew in your stomach tightens taut at the feeling of every twitch of the hound's cock, "disobedience I've yet to root out," you said sternly, nevermind the way you faltered at each reaction his body elicited from yours.

You gradually softened your grip from his neck, settling for a small press of your fingers onto either ends of his neck, slightly restricting blood flow to his head.

Gallagher mulled over his response for a few minutes before indulging in submission, "Sweetheart, 'm sorry," he began, mapping out his choice of words before settling with, "This old dog'll be good to you, please." and against your better judgement, you believe him. Snearing a scoff and you began to pace yourself again, forgiving easily when your mind is so hazy with thoughts of his come inside of you, of coming yet again. After all, Gallagher wasn't the only one affected by need after these long weeks without each other.

You leaned back, putting effort into riding him while he guided your hips, deliciously pushing each other to the edge as you continued to ride out both of your highs, even when your hound bucked his hips up to spill his seed further into your stomach, whining like how a real dog would and softly pushing his thumb against the tense muscle fluttering on his cock. Making you halt your movement and finally allow yourself to savour the feeling.

You leaned down and kissed his awaiting lips, gently nipping at his bottom lip while you steadied your hips, wrapping your arms around his neck and embracing your lover affectionately with him buried deep inside.