Unlikely Habits 3: Extended Family (SN, Crowley/Gabriel, NC-17) 1/3
The archangel Gabriel appeared in the well-appointed office, his amber eyes glinting with humor as he shook his longish sandy hair out of his face and looked around. "You redecorated again," he said accusingly, looking over at his lover, the demon Crowley, who set behind a massive mahogany desk. "Getting bored?"
"Well, you have been busy lately, and I've been leaving our dear Dean alone to get used to the angel on his shoulder again."
"I'd rather be redecorating than kicking ass in Heaven, but someone has to do it, and Dean needs my baby bro, so..." Gabriel hopped up on the desk, scattering the pens and letter opener that had been neatly set on the blotter. "Miss me?"
"Not a bit," Crowley assured him, leaning back in his chair to survey Gabriel with a smirk.
"Same here."
"It's always good to be on the same page." Crowley grasped Gabriel's thighs and tugged him forward on the desk. Once he was satisfied with Gabriel's positioning, he leaned in and took possession of the archangel's mouth, Gabriel sighing into the kiss, his hands closing on the lapels of Crowley's suit to keep him in place long past the point where humans would have had to stop to breathe.
Eventually Crowley raised his head and quirked an eyebrow, a finger tapping Gabriel's back.
"Should I be worried that you're going to throw me over for an eagle?" Gabriel asked even as his wings appeared, curving around them both to enfold Crowley.
"No," Crowley decided after giving it due consideration. "They're lacking in the dick department."
"No point in that then, is there," Gabriel's words were laced with laughter. "Want me to make a Pegasus for you?"
"Well, that has potential, but no, I've rather grown used to you," Crowley told him. "I think I'll stick with the archangel I have."
"Trust me, I'm better hung than the Pegasus as well."
Crowley chuckled and groped him. "Believe me, I know."
Gabriel purred and arched into the touch, his wings sweeping back and knocking the stained glass lamp from the desk. Crowley appeared indifferent to the loss, simply giving Gabriel a toothy smile as their clothes vanished, and his hand cupped the rapidly hardening length.
"Mmm, nice--and if it helps, I missed you too," Gabriel murmured, leaning back on his hands and hooking his legs around the back of Crowley's thighs.
Dark eyes made even more so by Crowley's growing arousal rose to meet Gabriel's. "It does," he said, keeping their gazes locked as his other hand rose to comb through the feathers of one wing, first ruffling then smoothing them, causing Gabriel's shoulders and wings to twitch at the sensation.
"Glad to hear it. You know I had to kick Rafe across the firmament?"
"I'm sure that just broke your heart," Crowley chuckled.
"It did," Gabriel snickered. "I'm in a very fragile state right now."
"Is that what we're calling it now?"
"Or horny."
"That sounds more like it." Crowley grinned wickedly, and his mouth replaced the hand on Gabriel's groin, nothing between his teeth and Gabriel's cock when they lightly scraped over the sensitive flesh.
"Mmm, horny is a good thing to be," Gabriel sighed, leaning back on his hands, his wings flared out behind and above him.
"And we do it so well," Crowley purred, Gabriel arching his hips up to get that talented mouth back on his cock.
"So get back to doing what you do so well."
Laughing, Crowley turned his head to nip at Gabriel's inner thigh, marking him, before he swallowed Gabriel down again.
"Mmm, nice teeth, baby." Gabriel thrust up into Crowley's mouth as he spoke, his ass coming off the desk. Crowley took immediate advantage of the new access, pushing two fingers into Gabriel's ass and sucking harder.
"Oh hells." Gabriel groaned and flexed his wings, lifting his entire body from the desk's surface and holding him in the air. His hands fisted in the air before he dragged them over to stroke Crowley's shoulders and back.
Crowley made a soft sound of pleasure, the vibrations reverberating against the shaft in his mouth. His other hand continued to comb through Gabriel's feathers, the silky feel making him groan again.
"You know," Gabriel murmured, watching Crowley through slitted eyes, "if you flip me over, you can hang onto them while you fuck me."
"Has anyone ever told you that you're demanding?" Crowley demanded, but despite the words, he was already doing as Gabriel suggested. He let out a long moan as he slid into Gabriel, not stopping until his balls were pressed against the archangel's ass, and he clutched Gabriel's wings almost desperately.
"Oh, like you mind." Gabriel's voice was raspy and hoarse as he held himself in place, shoving back against the thick length impaling him.
"It keeps things interesting," Crowley admitted, his hips jerking back so that he could drive forward again, his fists clenching in the soft feathers.
"So- so glad you think so."
Crowley laughed, the sound rich with both affection and wildness, an odd blend but one that was perfectly him. Gabriel reached back, stroking a hand along the demon's hip, his hips slapping back against Crowley's groin as they moved together. Crowley's fingers tightened as the pleasure wound tighter in both of them, not noticing when a few small, fluffy feathers pulled loose and gently fluttered on the air currents around them.
Gabriel chuckled to himself, the sound quiet but needy. He flexed his back, his wings shifting within Crowley's grip, and several more feathers drifted downward.
"We should've gotten together more often over the centuries," Crowley rasped. "Wasted a lot of time we could've been doing this." He gasped, shuddering, and bit the back of Gabriel's neck as he came, waves of pleasure exploding through him.
"Well, we wouldn't have been doing this exact thing," Gabriel commented though his voice was tight with need.
Crowley chuckled even as he was coming, and a hand curled around Gabriel's cock, fisting him and moving up and down hard and fast, the archangel groaning and bucking under him until he was coming as well, his semen puddling on top of Crowley's desk and staining the wood with abstract patterns.
Crowley slumped on Gabriel's back, leaving it to the archangel to keep them up--or act as Crowley's pillow if he didn't. Gabriel stretched leisurely and looked down before laughing. "I'm not lying in the wet spot," he laughed, keeping them both supported in the air.
Crowley peered over Gabriel's shoulder, regarding his desk. "It's rather abstract. I think I like it." The pearly liquid suddenly flared up, and when it subsided, the desk was dry, but the pattern was permanently etched into the burnished mahogany.
Gabriel looked down as well and burst into laughter. "Designs by cum?" he asked.
"It's not everyone who can say that he has evidence of an archangel marking his territory."
"If I was marking my territory, the marks would be on you," Gabriel said casually.
"Oh?" Crowley sounded interested. "What did you have in mind?"
"No idea yet, but when I do, you'll know it."
"Sounds like fun." Crowley chuckled, the sound abruptly cut off when he realized what he was looking at. "Oh bloody hell!"
"What? You stuck?" Gabriel laughed, managing to twist around to look back at Crowley, one wing tucking tightly against his back as he did so.
"Um... I think you're short a few feathers," Crowley said nervously.
"I am?" Gabriel twisted back and looked down at the desktop, then chuckled. "Good grip there, babe."
"You're not... upset?"
"What? That I lost a few feathers?" Gabriel snapped his fingers, and suddenly they were both standing beside the desk. "There are plenty more where they came from, plus you didn't get any of the primaries, so we're all good."
Crowley slid an arm around Gabriel's waist, smiling faintly at the sensation of the archangel's wings against his arm. "I didn't mean to pull them out," he said apologetically.
"Gee, really?" Gabriel squirmed, shaking out his wings and feeling the feathers settle back into place. He glanced at the small pile of feathers, and they vanished abruptly.
"Did you put them back in?" Crowley twisted to look at the wings.
"Nope."
"So what did you do with them?"
"That's for me to know and you to find out."
Crowley looked askance at him. "Care to give me a hint?"
Gabriel glanced over at him and smiled brightly. "Nope."
"Right. Well, I'll worry about it later. Right now, I think it's time to move to the bed."
"No food?" Gabriel asked incredulously before creating a juicy red apple which he bit into.
"Dinner's waiting for us in the bedroom," Crowley informed him dryly.
"Well, why didn't you say so!" In a flash they were in the bedroom.
"I didn't think I had to bribe you to get you into my bed."
"We just proved that we don't need a bed."
"You really are insane."
"Hey, you like me that way, or do I have to start quoting numbers at you?"
"Oh, shut up," Crowley grumbled.
Gabriel mimed zipping his lips and throwing away the key, though the effect was ruined when he took another bite of his apple.
"Would you rather have that apple while I enjoy the chateaubriand?" Crowley asked.
Gabriel pointed at the apple, then at the covered dishes on the tray near the bed, then held up two fingers.
"You know I didn't actually expect you to stop talking," Crowley told him, rolling his eyes. "Fine, fine, have both. But don't complain to me when you're too full to enjoy the baked Alaska."
"You're kidding, aren't you? Have you noticed what I eat every day?" Gabriel asked incredulously as he vanished his wings and settled himself against the pile of pillows mounded in front of the headboard.
"I think you eat your own weight every day," Crowley said. "It's a good thing I make sure you get a lot of exercise."
"That's not exercise; that's fun."
"Yes, it is." Crowley settled next to him and leaned over for a kiss. Only then did he bring the tray to them, settling it over their laps before he removed the cover from the dish and set it aside, the rich aroma of the thick steak filling the air.
"So," Gabriel asked, looking from the single plate to Crowley's dark gaze, "you going to feed me?"
Without looking away from the amber eyes, Crowley sliced off a bite of the tender beef, speared one of the small chateau potatoes, and dragged the food through the rich gravy, then raised the whole thing to Gabriel's lips. Gabriel's tongue flicked out to lick the gravy that was dripping down the side, the move resulting in a groan that was almost sexual. He opened his mouth and nipped the bite from the fork, his eyes going half-lidded with pleasure at the flavors.
Crowley's smile turned sultry as he watched Gabriel enjoy the food. "This was one of the few results of a deal that lasted," he murmured. "I've always enjoyed it."
"A deal with whom, Julia Child?" Gabriel asked, smiling as he took the fork and cut a serving to feed to Crowley, who enjoyed the food before replying.
"With a Frenchman named Montmireil, who was chef to the Viscount de Chateaubriand two hundred years ago. He made a deal to become the best, most famous chef in France... and tasting this, I can't help but feel he made the most of his deal."
"True, but look whose name is on the dish; it ain't his," Gabriel pointed out wryly.
"Don't quibble; eat."
Gabriel chuckled and did just that.
Once the food was a distant memory and they lay together in the huge bed, legs entangled as they faced each other, Crowley stroked Gabriel's back absently. "Have you looked in on Dean and Castiel lately?"
"Hello? Been a little busy here."
"So? Are you telling me archangels can't multitask?"
"Not when it comes to other archangels we can't."
"We should have shoved him in with the other two."
"Nice thought, but he wasn't there so..." Gabriel shrugged and stretched, a sigh that seemed to come up from the soles of his feet escaping his lips. "I think I could sleep for a year."
"I wouldn't mind crawling into bed with you for that," Crowley admitted. "Things are... unsettled."
"More than normal?" Gabriel asked, turning on his side to look at Crowley closely. "What's going on?"
"Jockeying for power. And I keep killing the demons who come at me, so some of them are starting to look at me as a possibility for taking charge." Crowley watched Gabriel warily at that revelation.
"And what do you think about that?" the archangel asked mildly.
"I'm better than a lot of the other options."
"I thought you wanted nothing to do with Hell; you take the job, you take the office space."
Crowley sighed. "My only other option seems to be to kill them off one by one as they come after me. And that's always assuming a group of them doesn't get the drop on me and kill me."
Gabriel's normally laughter-filled eyes turned hard and flinty in the space of a millisecond. "There would be no Hell for them to hide in if that happened," he said calmly though an aura of menace hung around him at the words.
Rather than being afraid as any rational being would be when confronted with an enraged archangel, Crowley smiled fondly and cupped Gabriel's cheek in the palm of his hand. "And would you pray for me?"
"Damn right I would, and if it came down to it, I'd track Dad down and get in his face."
Crowley chuckled. "I really doubt an archangel has ever before demanded that God help a demon."
"Yeah, well I do a lot of things that an archangel has never done."
"I've noticed. And I don't think Dean enjoyed very many of them."
Gabriel rolled his eyes and flapped his hand in the air as if whisking away the words. "I'll make it up to him; besides, he guilted me into getting killed; I think that makes us even."
"If I really believed that he was the reason you died, he would be in Hell now," Crowley snarled, before taking a deep breath to calm himself. "But I know you, Gabriel, and we both know that he just gave you an excuse to do what you thought you should."
"Lucifer was why I died," Gabriel shrugged. "And are you saying I need a reason to do things?"
"No, but sometimes you like to have an excuse to hide behind in case anyone actually thinks you might be doing the right thing."
"Like you're one to talk!" Gabriel protested, making a sour face at Crowley. "Do I need to remind you of your part in all of this?"
"Self-interest and revenge," Crowley replied succinctly.
"Whatever gets you through the night."
"That would be a certain irritating archangel."
"Exactly."
Crowley rolled his eyes. "I must have been mad to want you back."
Gabriel rolled to his back, bringing Crowley with him, his arms circling the demon's waist in an unbreakable grip. "Probably, but you did, so you're stuck with me."
"I suppose that's not a completely terrible thing." Crowley crossed his arms on Gabriel's chest and propped his chin on his wrists, grinning at the archangel. "You do come with some interesting perks."
"Wing slut," Gabriel snorted laughingly.
"Are you complaining?"
"Not in the least."
"Good because I like them."
"I noticed."
Crowley smirked. "And I noticed that you like having them played with."
"Angels have erogenous zones too," Gabriel protested before his expression turned sly. "Hrmm, I wonder when and if Dean will discover Castiel's..."
Crowley's smile was equally cunning. "I think I should have a little chat with our boy wonder."
"May I remind you that he still has that knife, and I'd hate to have to go biblical on his ass after all we've been through."
"I really don't think he's going to try to kill me for giving him pointers on sex with an angel."
"True, but for mentioning sex with an angel if he isn't ready to think about it yet... Definite possibility."
"He can't still be in that much denial," Crowley protested. "Those two have been eye-fucking almost since the day they met."
"Not denial, guilt, add in the fact that the baby bro has no idea what to do and..." Gabriel's mouth twisted as he mulled the situation over before he chuckled. "Maybe you should give Dean some pointers."
"And maybe you should give Castiel some. Including how to let his wings out to play without frying Dean."
"He's going to treat it like a lesson," the archangel whined.
Crowley snickered. "You can do it. And maybe we could give him some show-and-tell."
"Mmm, kinky. I like."
"I'm shocked."
"Oh, like you're any different."
"I'm a demon. I'm supposed to be kinky."
"So get some rest, and we can plan how to be kinky together and give Cas some lessons. Who knows, maybe he'll even jump Dean after we're done."
Crowley laughed. "Dean has no idea how lucky he's going to get."
***
Dean regarded the archangel and demon warily, knowing that nothing good could possibly come of their appearance. "Heaven and Hell aren't enough to keep you guys occupied?"
"Well, hello to you too. How's it going, Dean?" Gabriel asked brightly.
"Fine," Dean replied, still watching them suspiciously.
"And you, Castiel?" Crowley asked. "Not missing Heaven?"
The angel looked equally suspicious as he studied the other two. "I find that I have come to prefer life here on Earth, especially as I no longer have to be concerned as to what is going on in Heaven."
"Aww, thanks," Gabriel grinned as he looped an arm around Crowley's waist.
"Yes, well, I'm less than enamored of that part," Crowley grumbled. "Gabriel's spending much too much time up there."
"Aww, is the demon getting horny?" Dean crooned.
"Not after last night, he isn't," Gabriel said smugly, his grin growing as Castiel tugged at the collar of his shirt as he flushed. "Bro, you can change your clothes sometimes, you know," he commented before snapping his fingers, leaving Castiel clothed in jeans and a tight black t-shirt.
"Gabriel!" The other angel's blue eyes widened as he glanced down at the clothes.
Dean's eyes darkened very slightly when he glanced at Castiel, and none of the supernatural beings in the room could fail to notice that his breathing sped up.
"You look pretty hot there, Castiel," Crowley observed. "And much more approachable, don't you agree, Dean?"
Dean darted a look at the demon before his eyes returned to Castiel, but he didn't reply.
"Nice ass," Gabriel chuckled, the other angel's cheeks turning ruddier under the scrutiny.
"Is there some reason you're trying to make him combust?" Dean asked, finally tearing his eyes away from Castiel.
"What, you don't think he looks better like this?"
"I think he looks uncomfortable," Dean replied, avoiding the question.
"It is... a very different feeling," Castiel allowed.
"You look good," Dean told him.
"See?" Gabriel grinned. "I have good taste. 'Course if you want to make Crowley drool, you could let your wings out."
The other angel's blue eyes widened. "It would injure Dean--and Crowley."
"Talk to Gabriel about that," Crowley advised. "And take note, Dean. Wings are a major erogenous zone for angels. Believe me, I know." He smirked at Gabriel, fingers twitching as if to reach for the wings that were currently invisible.
"Mmm, does he," Gabriel purred, wiggling his shoulders at the thought while Castiel watched, his pupils dilating slightly.
"Seriously?" Dean asked. "Wing sex?"
"You can't even imagine what those feathers feel like against your bare skin," Crowley assured him, his eyes hot as he looked at Gabriel.
"Excuse me a minute, dear," Gabriel murmured, raising a hand to stroke over Crowley's back before Gabriel moved from his side, caught Castiel's arm, and they both vanished.
"Okay, quick lesson," Crowley said. "Because you know Gabriel's teaching your angel how to show off his wings without killing you. Seriously, they love having their wings petted. And ruffling the feathers and then smoothing them again gets them majorly hot. They're tougher than they look too; you can grab hold. He might lose a few feathers, but that's okay. Just don't tear out any primaries."
Dean stared at him, apparently shocked speechless, and Crowley just smirked at him.
The two angels reappeared, Gabriel grinning broadly as he stepped back and produced a horn with which he blew a fanfare. Castiel leveled a stern look in his direction before taking a deep breath and closing his eyes and concentrating, his wings appearing a moment later. They were smoky grey with a paler edging that appeared to glow silver in the room's low illumination.
"Wow," Dean breathed. He took a step forward, his hand rising almost without his volition and hovering a hair's breadth from Castiel's wings. "Can I?"
Castiel's throat moved as he swallowed, and he glanced at Gabriel, who smiled encouragingly. "I would like that," he said, his voice raspier than normal.
Dean gave him a tremulous smile, and then his fingertips were barely brushing the gleaming feathers. That lasted for all of a second before he was petting more firmly, smiling delightedly. "They're so soft!"
Crowley turned to smile at Gabriel, remembering his own reaction the first time he'd touched Gabriel's wings. "Yes, they are," he agreed. "You'll never feel anything else like them."
Gabriel's wings appeared as well, one flicking out within Crowley's reach as he moved closer, inviting his touch while Castiel froze, his nostrils flaring as a shudder ran through the length of his body though his wing stayed rock steady beneath Dean's touch.
Still watching Dean and Castiel, Crowley accepted the invitation. He moved in closer to Gabriel, sliding an arm around his waist as he stood in the shelter of the outstretched wing, and he petted the soft white underside.
"I hope you're not a tease, Dean," Crowley said. "You do remember what I said about erogenous zones, right?"
A slow smile teased at the corners of Dean's mouth as he nodded, but the green eyes remained on his hand and Castiel's wing, Castiel's breathing becoming erratic and his expression almost panicked.
"Cas, go with it; you'll enjoy it," Gabriel murmured, his own expression almost drugged with pleasure at Crowley's touch.
"It's all good," Dean assured Castiel in a whisper. "Although I admit I never expected an audience for our first time."
A broken whimper greeted that remark, and Castiel's wing flexed under Dean's hand before the angel groaned and staggered forward, his gaze locked on Dean the whole time. Dean caught the angel in a strong grasp, his free arm wrapping around and supporting Castiel.
"Have fun, boys," Gabriel chuckled, catching Crowley's hand and dragging him back to his house, the pair of them reappearing in the study in front of the huge flagstone fireplace.
"Are you taking up a new career as a yenta?"
"And just who told Dean that wings were an erogenous zone for angels?"
"Just leveling the playing field. I'm all about fairness, after all." Crowley smirked.
"Now how is that leveling the playing field? Dean is the one with all the experience, and now he knows how to make Cas a ball of goo--literally." The last was snickered out.
"Seems only fair considering he's human and dealing with Castiel and all his angelic powers."
"Sex trumps angelic powers, at least for angels with no experience."
"Well, then it's a good thing he's going to be getting some experience. And I'm willing to bet that with Dean, it's good experience."
Gabriel was quiet for a moment, his head cocked to the side as if listening. "Yup," He finally said, "it's getting there."
"If you're going to be a peeping tom, share the view!"
With a raucous laugh, Gabriel snapped his fingers, hanging a large screen over the fireplace, a screen that showed the motel room Dean and Castiel were staying in and that the pair was now sharing a kiss, Dean's fingers still carding over Castiel's wings.
"I love how twisted you can be," Crowley chuckled. "And it looks like Dean's a fast learner."
"Good thing angels have wicked fast recovery time as well." Gabriel smiled as he spoke, and he drew Crowley into his arms, a wide lounge appearing behind them as they sank down onto it.
"I can almost feel sorry for Dean since humans don't have that recovery time," Crowley chuckled. "But if there's a man alive who can keep up with an angel, it's Dean Winchester."
"Very true. They should be good for each other, and they both deserve some happiness."
"That and they've been lusting after each for two years, even if they didn't realize it."
Gabriel chuckled, wrapping his arms and wings around Crowley as they watched the other pair. "That too."
"So, shall we follow their lead?" Crowley purred, copying Dean's movement by petting Gabriel's wing.
"Is this do as they do?" Gabriel sighed, extending his wing beneath Crowley's hand as his hands stroked over the demon's stomach.
"To start with. I don't think we want to be as vanilla as they are certain to be."
"It would be a change."
"Since when do you practice restraint?" Crowley laughed.
"For the variety."
"Be careful what you wish for, archangel mine."
"Or what, demon mine, you'll give it to me?"
"Exactly."
"Then give it to me."
Crowley was still laughing as he turned his head enough to kiss the archangel. Gabriel relaxed into the kiss, his wings flexing behind them in time with his fingers kneading at Crowley's flat stomach. Crowley sighed his pleasure and relaxed back against Gabriel, his muscles quivering beneath the firm touch.
"See? Vanilla's not so bad," Gabriel whispered, his tongue flicking over the demon's ear as he spoke.
"I m-may have underestimated it," Crowley allowed, his breath catching with every flick of Gabriel's tongue.
Gabriel paused, then chuckled, the sound low and breathy in Crowley's ear. "You've never had vanilla sex, have you?"
"Of course not, I'm a demon. And I wasn't the vanilla sort when I was alive either. The Roman Empire was wonderfully decadent."
"You don't know what you've been missing." The logs in the fireplace blazed into life, and Gabriel began slowly working at the buttons of Crowley's shirt, leaving it loose but not delving inside yet.
"It seems I'm about to find out." Crowley let one hand fall to Gabriel's thigh, kneading the muscle as he squirmed lazily in the cradle of Gabriel's legs.
"You got it in one," the archangel murmured, nibbling the curve of Crowley's ear as he slid his hands inside the now gaping shirt, stroking his palms over Crowley's chest, keeping his movements long and sweeping.
"I'm starting to think I might like vanilla after all." Crowley ran a hand over the wing curving around him, his eyes half closed.
"Different is good; haven't you learned that by now?" Gabriel swept his hands upward, his thumbs skimming the already pebbled nipples.
"Yes, well, who would've thought vanilla could be different?" Crowley's back arched, pressing into Gabriel's teasing hands.
"It isn't what you're used to; of course it's different."
"There's something wrong with that logic, but I really don't care right now," Crowley panted, aroused by what Gabriel was doing and by the sight of Dean and Castiel together.
Gabriel glanced toward the monitor, and it vanished. "Let's give the children some privacy; besides, vanilla means one on one in a bed." The lounge under them was replaced by a bed, and Gabriel ended up over Crowley, his wings vanished as he continued to stroke his hands over the demon's chest.
"It also seems to mean no wings," Crowley said, practically pouting.
"Are you saying that no wings means you won't enjoy it?"
The pout vanished in the laughter Crowley had been restraining. "We've been fucking for over a thousand years, Gabriel, and the wings only showed up a few months ago. I think I've proven I like you without them too."
A smirk twisted the archangel's expressive mouth as he grinned. "Well, you know how quickly addictions develop..."
"Are you telling me I have to go cold turkey?"
"Do I look insane to you?"
"Do you really want me to answer that?"
Gabriel chuckled and leaned in, kissing the center of Crowley's chest.
"No wonder we work." Crowley grinned at him, his dark eyes heavy-lidded as he watched the archangel.
"We're more alike than we are different," Gabriel nodded, sweeping his face from side to side, his stubble rubbing against the bare flesh beneath him.
"Fuck, that feels good," Crowley groaned, arching into the touch.
His shirt melted away beneath the archangel's touch as Gabriel worked lower, licking at the shallow hollow of Crowley's navel. Crowley groaned with pleasure at the familiar feeling of the archangel's weight and the sensation of his tongue on his skin, making Crowley want more.
The rest of their clothes turned to mist and flowed away, and Gabriel skimmed his hands down Crowley's sides to his hips then over his thighs, urging them up and around his waist. As usual in bed, Crowley was perfectly willing to follow directions, and he looped his arms around Gabriel's shoulders, giving himself up to the archangel.
Gabriel hummed his approval as he pulled back, set himself at the entrance to Crowley's body, and slowly pushed inside, the way eased and slicked by his powers. Crowley moaned, the guttural sound wrenched from his depths, and he tightened his legs around Gabriel as he clenched down tightly.
Gabriel leaned in at that and caught Crowley's mouth in a long, deep kiss, his tongue stroking against the demon's in time with his thrusts. Crowley moaned again, the sound soft and broken this time, and he clung to Gabriel, simply riding the pleasure.
Part 2