50 First Times - Time 38
Title: Time 38
Author: Gedry
Pairings: Gabriel/Dean
Rating: Nc-17
Word Count: 584
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. I am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Beta: none
Spoilers: none
Warnings: none
Summary: Written for 50 first times - Dean finally believes Gabriel might give a shit about him. And lets him top him.
Time 38
It’s a twist and a stretch just to the left of uncomfortable inside of Dean. He hisses. Fuck. He’s never going to rush this part again…ever. Didn’t realize how vulnerable one finger in your ass could make you feel. Never thought much about how this would feel outside of the physical.
It hurts, a little, not too bad. Gabriel’s poured so much lube on his fingers Dean’s pretty sure it’s like an oil spill on the sheets. It’s more than enough to ease the way, but he’s so tense and Gabriel’s so nervous they’re still kind of making a mess of things.
“I love you,” Gabriel breathes out against his bare skin and Dean feels something in him give just a little bit more, relax just enough, to turn the friction drag of Gabriel’s finger into a slide that makes him groan instead of pant through.
So good, all of this. So much better than he had ever hoped for.
“So tight,” Gabriel murmurs. The slow drag of his finger in and then out of Dean’s body suddenly seeming much more wanted than intrusive like it had only a second ago. “So beautiful.”
Dean hates that he blushes, blood pouring into his face and down his chest making all his freckles stand out that much more. Gabriel doesn’t seem to mind at all. His low hum of pleasure and something that sounds suspiciously like contentment vibrating against where his cheek is pressed to Dean’s back.
Another finger slips right in like it belongs there and Dean widens the stance of his knees gasping as Gabriel pushes in slow and deep and rubs against something that feels so fucking good he whines and pants, so hard he wants to die right now.
He knows Gabriel’s watching, eyes glued to where his fingers are pressing in and in and in. Dean’s beyond believing that it’s anything but hot, Gabriel’s gaze fixed upon this part of himself he’s never wanted to share with anyone before.
Then three fingers, oh, a little burn there now, filling him up, making him squirm. So good, so everything.
“Dean,” Gabriel’s voice sounds as shaky as his hand pressed against Dean’s hip. “I need you, please. Be sure.”
Dean huffs out a laugh. This might be the only thing he’s ever been sure of in his life. “Love you, need you. Gabriel, please.”
There’s a flurry of movement, Gabriel biting the ridge of his spine as his fingers slide free. Dean whimpers totally exposed now, feeling emptier than he’s ever felt. But then heat against him, Gabriel, thick and hard, pressing inside. He hears the way Gabriel’s breath is rattling, and the idea that this means just as much to him as it does to Dean is what undoes him. He comes at the first brush of Gabriel’s fingers against his dick, explodes across the sheets before Gabriel even gets fully seated and then glories in the way his lover grabs his hips with a desperately choked off cry and just loses himself in his own pleasure.
Gabriel out of control will never not be hot.
They’re totally doing this again.
Author: Gedry
Pairings: Gabriel/Dean
Rating: Nc-17
Word Count: 584
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. I am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Beta: none
Spoilers: none
Warnings: none
Summary: Written for 50 first times - Dean finally believes Gabriel might give a shit about him. And lets him top him.
Time 38
It’s a twist and a stretch just to the left of uncomfortable inside of Dean. He hisses. Fuck. He’s never going to rush this part again…ever. Didn’t realize how vulnerable one finger in your ass could make you feel. Never thought much about how this would feel outside of the physical.
It hurts, a little, not too bad. Gabriel’s poured so much lube on his fingers Dean’s pretty sure it’s like an oil spill on the sheets. It’s more than enough to ease the way, but he’s so tense and Gabriel’s so nervous they’re still kind of making a mess of things.
“I love you,” Gabriel breathes out against his bare skin and Dean feels something in him give just a little bit more, relax just enough, to turn the friction drag of Gabriel’s finger into a slide that makes him groan instead of pant through.
So good, all of this. So much better than he had ever hoped for.
“So tight,” Gabriel murmurs. The slow drag of his finger in and then out of Dean’s body suddenly seeming much more wanted than intrusive like it had only a second ago. “So beautiful.”
Dean hates that he blushes, blood pouring into his face and down his chest making all his freckles stand out that much more. Gabriel doesn’t seem to mind at all. His low hum of pleasure and something that sounds suspiciously like contentment vibrating against where his cheek is pressed to Dean’s back.
Another finger slips right in like it belongs there and Dean widens the stance of his knees gasping as Gabriel pushes in slow and deep and rubs against something that feels so fucking good he whines and pants, so hard he wants to die right now.
He knows Gabriel’s watching, eyes glued to where his fingers are pressing in and in and in. Dean’s beyond believing that it’s anything but hot, Gabriel’s gaze fixed upon this part of himself he’s never wanted to share with anyone before.
Then three fingers, oh, a little burn there now, filling him up, making him squirm. So good, so everything.
“Dean,” Gabriel’s voice sounds as shaky as his hand pressed against Dean’s hip. “I need you, please. Be sure.”
Dean huffs out a laugh. This might be the only thing he’s ever been sure of in his life. “Love you, need you. Gabriel, please.”
There’s a flurry of movement, Gabriel biting the ridge of his spine as his fingers slide free. Dean whimpers totally exposed now, feeling emptier than he’s ever felt. But then heat against him, Gabriel, thick and hard, pressing inside. He hears the way Gabriel’s breath is rattling, and the idea that this means just as much to him as it does to Dean is what undoes him. He comes at the first brush of Gabriel’s fingers against his dick, explodes across the sheets before Gabriel even gets fully seated and then glories in the way his lover grabs his hips with a desperately choked off cry and just loses himself in his own pleasure.
Gabriel out of control will never not be hot.
They’re totally doing this again.