Poison Devil (9/12)
Title: Poison Devil (9/12)
Author: scyllaya
Pairings/Characters: Gabriel/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: cursing, graphic sexual content
Spoilers: Vague S6 maybe, nothing specific. And know who Gabriel is.
Word Count: ~ 3100 (this chapter)
Summary: Gabriel does what he wants, like always. But this time his main focus and agenda is Dean.
Disclaimer: All names and characters in this story belong to CW/WB and Mr.Kripke. I’m playing, not stealing! If you sue me a fairy will die.
Author’s Note: I was prompted by otp_destiel during my “ Numinous verse” to write this, but my main inspiration was the lyrics of A Perfect Circle's "Counting bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the ward rums". The theme-song of this fic: [ Lyrics + Song]
Title is from the above mentioned amazing song!
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Chapter Nine
Then
Dean woke up to sunlight warming his skin and he groaned in displeasure when after turning around it hit him right in the face. He really had to get Gabriel to snap some curtains into existence because now that he actually slept well - and peacefully - it was a bitch to wake up to dazzling sunlight blinding him. He groaned again when he turned and stretched his arms only to notice that he was alone in the bed. Again.
Since he started to feel better Gabriel went back to his habit of disappearing from time to time and Dean really would’ve liked to know what he did while away. He might have been bothered by the fact that he woke up alone when he fell asleep wrapped around Gabriel, but he was not going to admit that. Ever. So he just scrambled out of bed and went to take a shower.
It was not like Dean suddenly turned into a giant girl who always wanted to wake up encircled in arms pressed to the heat of another body. To breath in that sweet and fresh scent that just seemed to linger around the angel - he could always smell it on the sheets and covers too - while fingertips grazed his skin or touched his hair, slowly and gingerly like he was something… precious. And damn Gabriel for not quitting with that stupid girly pet name. Damn him for looking at him like that, for kissing him like that. Damn him for pulling him into his arms like he never wanted to let go and damn him for not being there in the morning after that. Fuck it, yes! It pissed him off that he woke up alone.
He was edgy and twitchy when Gabriel was gone, he felt stressed and restless. He broke some of the interior a lot of times when he got really annoyed, nothing big just the TV remote, kitchen-cabinet door, standing lamp, fridge-door. Everything magically repaired itself so not like it mattered; he just had to do something because he was getting frustrated. Being close to Gabriel was not just soothing and relaxing anymore, it made fire burn under his skin. Made him want to press his body to his tightly, covering the smaller frame with his own and kiss him hard until his lips were red and swollen. Put his own mouth on his skin, figure out if he tasted the way he smelled, how much hotter his skin could get, or if it would flush red with excitement. What would make him moan, what would drive him crazy with lust, make him lose control. What would make him put his hands on Dean again… and dammit what the fuck was up with that? He was obviously set on getting into Dean’s pants from the start and now he was just not making a move. It was driving Dean crazy, he felt tightly strung ready to snap.
He toweled himself dry and put his jeans back on before walking out to the kitchen. His hair was starting to bother him, it almost got into his eye on the front and he never let it grow this long so he was not used to it. It took a bit longer for it to dry so that was a bitch too.
‘Hey’ he looked up at that, Gabriel was in the kitchenette area.
‘Hey, didn’t expect you back’ Dean told him, because Gabriel usually disappeared for long hours or the whole day, but who knows maybe he left right after Dean fell asleep. The angel just shrugged. And okay, he was back at least. Dean dropped the towel he was drying his hair with and walked right up to him.
‘Did you have breakfast already? Beca--’ Dean sealed their lips together, silencing him and pushing his body to his until they were chest to chest. Gabriel kissed back immediately as he gripped Dean’s hips. Dean just buried a hand in Gabriel’s hair, while he stroked down the side of his neck with the other, following the line of the collarbone, then touching him at the front of his throat where the few buttons of his shirt were undone.
‘Hmm… now that’s the type of welcome I like’ Gabriel chuckled when they pulled apart for Dean to catch his breath.
‘I would kiss you goodbye too if you would stop vanishing while I’m asleep’ Dean told him as he put a few kisses on his jaw. ‘What are you doing anyway?’ he asked then. He drew back and looked at Gabriel when he didn’t get an answer. The angel looked back and Dean knew that face. ‘Right’ he drawled. ‘I’m not supposed to ask questions, right?’ he asked. ‘My fucking bad’ he let go of the angel and turned around to walk back and get dressed.
‘Dean’ Gabriel called after him.
‘It’s fine’ Dean snapped. ‘I’m just your fucking pet you keep for kicks, so obviously I was just thinking too highly of myself when opening my mouth.’
His surroundings shifted so quickly around him that he lost his balance and orientation completely for a few seconds, but he found himself on his back on the bed with Gabriel on top of him holding his face and kissing him forcefully. Dean didn’t fight him, but didn’t kiss back either so he could tear his lips away after a few seconds.
‘Stop it’ he said.
‘Not a pet’ Gabriel told him, his voice hard and certain. ‘I care for you, you know I do’ he added. ‘Never think otherwise.’
‘Then stop treating me like this dammit!’ Dean told him, the angry edge in his voice slipped away into worry. ‘I’m here, I’m not fighting you. I want to understand, but you’re not telling me anything. How could I trust you like this? I want to, but you gotta give me something.’
Gabriel was looking to the side not returning Dean’s gaze and the hunter thought that he wouldn’t get answers.
‘I’ve been…’ Gabriel finally started. ‘Getting rid of some redundant… violence I’ve found myself struggling with’ he looked at Dean finally, his eyes golden as they always looked in bright light. ‘I don’t want to hurt you’ he said then and Dean held his gaze as he let the words sink in.
‘Who were you hurting then?’ he asked carefully, Gabriel didn’t even blink.
‘Useless scum is dime a dozen’ he said. ‘Way too many bastards running around unpunished.’ Dean didn’t know if he wanted to have this conversation while being this close, but as Gabriel was on top of him the choice was out of his hand, maybe it was better. He probably would’ve backed down by now and that would not have been the right reaction when Gabriel was finally being honest, even if his heart rate did quicken a little this way.
‘Okay’ he said slowly after licking his lips. ‘Do you mean flying around smiting entire towns or doing your trickster gig?’ he asked, Gabriel just smirked down at him in a familiar way and that was answer enough. ‘Right, that’s good I guess’ he said.
‘Is it?’ Gabriel raised an eyebrow. ‘You’re not horrified?’ he asked in a low tone. ‘Not disgusted by what I’m capable of?’ he leaned down now and his voice slowly slid into an almost whisper. ‘Don’t you see me as a monster anymore Dean?’ Lips were dragged over his jaw line, words were whispered to his skin and it made a shiver run over him. ‘Don’t you want to shove me away?’ Gabriel’s hand slowly slid down his side, mapping each rib with his fingertips. He kissed his jaw again then his lips hovered over Dean’s, their mouths only a breath away. ‘Don’t you want me to stop touching you?’ he asked. ‘No?’ His hand gripped Dean’s hip tightly, but he didn’t move his head an inch his lips were still almost brushing Dean’s. Then he rolled his hips down, putting delicious pressure on Dean’s already half-hard dick and making him feel his own hardness confined in his jeans. ‘And since you’re not my pet’ Gabriel breathed on his lips. ‘Tell me to stop… and I will’ he offered.
‘No’ Dean said before reaching up to crush their lips together. Gabriel kissed him almost feverishly, his tongue meeting with Dean’s heatedly as he rolled his hips down again. Dean started tearing off his jacket and Gabriel let go of him long enough to shrug out of it and toss it away. Dean was already unbuttoning the shirt by the time he leaned back down and Gabriel grinned into their next kiss at that. And of course he was wearing that white wife beater under it, Dean groaned into the kiss and turned them over, he was actually surprised that Gabriel let him, until he looked down onto the archangel’s pleased face. Dean settled himself straddling his hip then rolled their groins together, Gabriel gripped his hips again as he moaned at the contact and Dean echoed it as he leaned down to kiss and mouth at Gabriel’s exposed neck and throat. He slid his hand under the undershirt, stroking the muscles on his stomach while he tasted the skin with his lips and tongue.
One of Gabriel’s hands wandered up to his back, dragging his fingers along the line of his spine, making goose bumps appear on his entire back and he pushed his hips down again, even if it was not enough, not nearly enough. Gabriel gripped the back of his skull and angled his head up for another kiss and Dean eagerly opened his mouth to return it. But he was dragging the undershirt up too, ending the kiss to pull it over Gabriel’s head and he lifted his arms to comply. When the material was finally off and tossed away Dean leaned down to put kisses all around Gabriel’s neck then collarbone, dragging his lips down on his chest. Gabriel put his hand on the back of his neck when he reached a nipple and flicked his tongue out to play with it, only closing his lips around it when it got hard. He loved the pleased hiss Gabriel let out in reaction so he went to the other side to give the other nipple the same treatment before moving on to mouth at every muscle, every inch of exposed naked skin.
And yes, Gabriel’s skin got even warmer as Dean touched him even if he didn’t flush red, and yes he tasted so good on Dean’s tongue. Dean loved feeling his heartbeat in his chest while kissing him there, he loved how his muscles reacted to his tongue and lips and teeth. The moan he let out when Dean stroked his hard dick through his jeans made arousal wash over him. He definitely wanted to hear more of that. He opened Gabriel’s jeans hastily, pulling it down a little. He looked up then and Gabriel’s darkened eyes and hungry look was enough to make his pulse pick up and his mouth to go dry. He wanted more; he wanted him to fall apart until he knew nothing but Dean’s name.
He mouthed at the length through the boxers Gabriel wore and feeling the hardness so close to his lips through the thin material made his blood boil with excitement. He pushed the fabric out of the way, dragging it down and freeing Gabriel’s cock completely. He licked his lips glancing up at Gabriel.
‘C’mon’ Gabriel breathed his fingers tightening slightly in Dean’s hair. Okay fuck, he suddenly liked that his hair was not cut for a while. He licked a long line along the side of Gabriel’s dick, then over the thick head. He mouthed on the flesh as he dragged his lips down on the underside and licked at it again before gripping it in his hand. Gabriel groaned as he tilted his head back closing his eyes and Dean licked at him more until he was slick enough for his hand to slide on the sensitive flesh easily. He only made a few lazy strokes, watching it moving in his fist, getting used to the feel of it before he felt Gabriel nudging him closer, he grinned at the angel’s unvarnished eagerness then he closed his lips around the head, sucking on it lightly. Gabriel’s answering moan sent another shiver down Dean’s spine.
He licked at the slit and under the head before moving down sucking more into his mouth pushing his tongue to the underside. But not teasing for long but taking as much of him into his mouth as he could until his lips met his fingers wrapped around the hardness. The noise Gabriel made as his dick slid into the tight heat of Dean’s mouth was breathless and keen so Dean started up a rhythm. Bobbing his head up and down while sucking, his hand stroking everything he couldn’t swallow down.
‘Oh fuck, that’s it’ Gabriel breathed, his fingers twisting in Dean’s hair, grabbing him tightly. Dean moaned around the hard flesh in his mouth at his reaction. ‘Oh fuck, keep doing that’ Gabriel said. Dean moaned again. ‘That’s it Dean, so good. So fucking good.’
Dean’s jeans felt impossible tight stretched over his hard dick as sweat started to cover his skin, but he ignored it and just focused on the thick length of Gabriel’s cock in his mouth. He moved his hand lower as he took him in a bit deeper, sucking more and gripping Gabriel’s hip tightly with his free hand. Every noise leaving Gabriel’s lip, every word, every breathy moan or deep groan made lust flare up under his skin, he felt like he would burn up.
‘Harder’ Gabriel groaned and Dean sucked on his flesh more, hollowing his cheeks and moving his fist quicker, moving his head faster. Then Gabriel reached down and dragged his hand away from his dick, his grip in his hair holding him in place. ‘Hold still’ Gabriel told him and the next second he started to thrust up into his mouth. Slowly at first and not too deeply, but Dean moaned nonetheless as the angel’s dicks was moving in and out of his mouth.
‘Oh fuck yes’ Gabriel groaned. ‘So good Dean, fucking perfect’ he said. ‘Love your mouth, I couldn’t wait to feel it on me. Fuck it was so hard to hold back’ his pace quickened up a little, but he still didn’t thrust too deep to choke Dean. ‘But now you want it too, right Precious? Now you want your lips wrapped around my dick, don’t you?’ his breathing was uneven as he spoke and every word made Dean’s skin tighter, he felt it like he was licking on his skin, arousal was flaming up and his dick was so hard it was almost painful and he felt that the tip was wet and leaking.
‘You’re loving this. I know you do…’ and fuck he was right. His lips and jaw were tired and his back and neck was killing him from the position, but Gabriel was fucking his mouth, his taste on his tongue and he was moaning loudly in pleasure at the feel of it. ‘Dean’ Gabriel moaned as he thrust up more, his eyes squeezed shut, loosing himself, falling apart from Dean’s mouth on him. He started moving a bit harder, his dick getting deeper in Dean’s mouth, almost too deep, but not too much. And Dean knew he was close, from the way his fingers twisted in Dean’s hair, the way the muscles on his stomach trembled and Dean sucked more while he moaned loudly, feeling his own orgasm approaching.
The last thrust hit the back of Dean’s throat and Gabriel was coming, filling up his mouth with his hot come and Dean swallowed as much as he could, but most of it dripped out as he was gripping Gabriel’s hips while his own orgasm washed over him. The feel of Gabriel’s dick pulsing in his mouth when the angel emptied himself pushed him over the edge almost unexpectedly. Gabriel slumped back down onto the bed panting heavily slipping out of Dean’s mouth. Dean licked at his softening dick once more, catching some of the white fluid that he couldn’t swallow right away before climbing back up Gabriel’s body and burying his face in his neck. Gabriel’s arm was around him, stroking his hair soothingly where he gripped him too tightly before. Then he turned towards Dean and captured his lips, kissing him long and deep, fingers stroking his face.
Dean pulled back when he heard water running and he looked towards the bathroom with a frown. Then Gabriel’s hand landed on his groin, stroking his softened cock and his wet jeans.
‘You gotta get cleaned up’ he said and Dean moaned quietly at the touch, even spent it made lust flame up inside of him.
‘Pretty embarrassing, huh?’ he asked, because fuck he didn’t come in his pants since he was a teen and never untouched save after a few wet dreams.
‘Are you kidding?’ Gabriel asked as he mouthed at Dean’s jaw. ‘That you liked it this much… hmm… turns me on like hell’ he said. ‘It’s beyond hot’ he added as he stroked him again through his jeans, pushing his hand down while kissing Dean’s neck and finally capturing his lips again by pulling him closer. And against all odds Dean felt as his dick twitched up in interest at the attention.
They managed to get into the tub without starting a second round and the hot water did wonders. The muscles in his back and neck were getting soothed as he sat between Gabriel’s legs his back pressed to his chest, his head leaned back on his shoulder. Gabriel was stroking his temple and hairline with his fingers and maybe this counted as post-coital cuddling, but Dean didn’t give a fuck, he felt good and it was just the two of them, there was no need to play tough.
‘I thought you planned something else with this tub’ Dean told him and Gabriel chuckled.
‘Yes, but another time’ he said. ‘As great as sex is in here I want you spread open on a bed for the first time’ he murmured into Dean’s ear and the words sent a delicious thrill through Dean’s body, he liked that idea.
They stayed silent for a long time and Dean relaxed completely, he didn’t know if he ever felt so good.
‘You were right’ Gabriel said after a while.
‘About what?’ Dean asked in an almost sleepy tone.
‘I am different’ the archangel told him and Dean opened his eyes at the words. ‘I want you to hear… everything’ he said then. ‘And after I told you… I will let you go… if you want me to.’
Dean turned around in the angel’s embrace to look at him, amber eyes locked on his own hazel ones then he reached out to touch the angel’s face and put a kiss on his lips.
‘Tell me’ he said.
Chapter Ten >>>
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AN: Hahaha, I knew I would be able to make at least one cliffhanger. *evil writer laugh*
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Author: scyllaya
Pairings/Characters: Gabriel/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: cursing, graphic sexual content
Spoilers: Vague S6 maybe, nothing specific. And know who Gabriel is.
Word Count: ~ 3100 (this chapter)
Summary: Gabriel does what he wants, like always. But this time his main focus and agenda is Dean.
Disclaimer: All names and characters in this story belong to CW/WB and Mr.Kripke. I’m playing, not stealing! If you sue me a fairy will die.
Author’s Note: I was prompted by otp_destiel during my “ Numinous verse” to write this, but my main inspiration was the lyrics of A Perfect Circle's "Counting bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the ward rums". The theme-song of this fic: [ Lyrics + Song]
Title is from the above mentioned amazing song!
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Chapter Nine
Then
Dean woke up to sunlight warming his skin and he groaned in displeasure when after turning around it hit him right in the face. He really had to get Gabriel to snap some curtains into existence because now that he actually slept well - and peacefully - it was a bitch to wake up to dazzling sunlight blinding him. He groaned again when he turned and stretched his arms only to notice that he was alone in the bed. Again.
Since he started to feel better Gabriel went back to his habit of disappearing from time to time and Dean really would’ve liked to know what he did while away. He might have been bothered by the fact that he woke up alone when he fell asleep wrapped around Gabriel, but he was not going to admit that. Ever. So he just scrambled out of bed and went to take a shower.
It was not like Dean suddenly turned into a giant girl who always wanted to wake up encircled in arms pressed to the heat of another body. To breath in that sweet and fresh scent that just seemed to linger around the angel - he could always smell it on the sheets and covers too - while fingertips grazed his skin or touched his hair, slowly and gingerly like he was something… precious. And damn Gabriel for not quitting with that stupid girly pet name. Damn him for looking at him like that, for kissing him like that. Damn him for pulling him into his arms like he never wanted to let go and damn him for not being there in the morning after that. Fuck it, yes! It pissed him off that he woke up alone.
He was edgy and twitchy when Gabriel was gone, he felt stressed and restless. He broke some of the interior a lot of times when he got really annoyed, nothing big just the TV remote, kitchen-cabinet door, standing lamp, fridge-door. Everything magically repaired itself so not like it mattered; he just had to do something because he was getting frustrated. Being close to Gabriel was not just soothing and relaxing anymore, it made fire burn under his skin. Made him want to press his body to his tightly, covering the smaller frame with his own and kiss him hard until his lips were red and swollen. Put his own mouth on his skin, figure out if he tasted the way he smelled, how much hotter his skin could get, or if it would flush red with excitement. What would make him moan, what would drive him crazy with lust, make him lose control. What would make him put his hands on Dean again… and dammit what the fuck was up with that? He was obviously set on getting into Dean’s pants from the start and now he was just not making a move. It was driving Dean crazy, he felt tightly strung ready to snap.
He toweled himself dry and put his jeans back on before walking out to the kitchen. His hair was starting to bother him, it almost got into his eye on the front and he never let it grow this long so he was not used to it. It took a bit longer for it to dry so that was a bitch too.
‘Hey’ he looked up at that, Gabriel was in the kitchenette area.
‘Hey, didn’t expect you back’ Dean told him, because Gabriel usually disappeared for long hours or the whole day, but who knows maybe he left right after Dean fell asleep. The angel just shrugged. And okay, he was back at least. Dean dropped the towel he was drying his hair with and walked right up to him.
‘Did you have breakfast already? Beca--’ Dean sealed their lips together, silencing him and pushing his body to his until they were chest to chest. Gabriel kissed back immediately as he gripped Dean’s hips. Dean just buried a hand in Gabriel’s hair, while he stroked down the side of his neck with the other, following the line of the collarbone, then touching him at the front of his throat where the few buttons of his shirt were undone.
‘Hmm… now that’s the type of welcome I like’ Gabriel chuckled when they pulled apart for Dean to catch his breath.
‘I would kiss you goodbye too if you would stop vanishing while I’m asleep’ Dean told him as he put a few kisses on his jaw. ‘What are you doing anyway?’ he asked then. He drew back and looked at Gabriel when he didn’t get an answer. The angel looked back and Dean knew that face. ‘Right’ he drawled. ‘I’m not supposed to ask questions, right?’ he asked. ‘My fucking bad’ he let go of the angel and turned around to walk back and get dressed.
‘Dean’ Gabriel called after him.
‘It’s fine’ Dean snapped. ‘I’m just your fucking pet you keep for kicks, so obviously I was just thinking too highly of myself when opening my mouth.’
His surroundings shifted so quickly around him that he lost his balance and orientation completely for a few seconds, but he found himself on his back on the bed with Gabriel on top of him holding his face and kissing him forcefully. Dean didn’t fight him, but didn’t kiss back either so he could tear his lips away after a few seconds.
‘Stop it’ he said.
‘Not a pet’ Gabriel told him, his voice hard and certain. ‘I care for you, you know I do’ he added. ‘Never think otherwise.’
‘Then stop treating me like this dammit!’ Dean told him, the angry edge in his voice slipped away into worry. ‘I’m here, I’m not fighting you. I want to understand, but you’re not telling me anything. How could I trust you like this? I want to, but you gotta give me something.’
Gabriel was looking to the side not returning Dean’s gaze and the hunter thought that he wouldn’t get answers.
‘I’ve been…’ Gabriel finally started. ‘Getting rid of some redundant… violence I’ve found myself struggling with’ he looked at Dean finally, his eyes golden as they always looked in bright light. ‘I don’t want to hurt you’ he said then and Dean held his gaze as he let the words sink in.
‘Who were you hurting then?’ he asked carefully, Gabriel didn’t even blink.
‘Useless scum is dime a dozen’ he said. ‘Way too many bastards running around unpunished.’ Dean didn’t know if he wanted to have this conversation while being this close, but as Gabriel was on top of him the choice was out of his hand, maybe it was better. He probably would’ve backed down by now and that would not have been the right reaction when Gabriel was finally being honest, even if his heart rate did quicken a little this way.
‘Okay’ he said slowly after licking his lips. ‘Do you mean flying around smiting entire towns or doing your trickster gig?’ he asked, Gabriel just smirked down at him in a familiar way and that was answer enough. ‘Right, that’s good I guess’ he said.
‘Is it?’ Gabriel raised an eyebrow. ‘You’re not horrified?’ he asked in a low tone. ‘Not disgusted by what I’m capable of?’ he leaned down now and his voice slowly slid into an almost whisper. ‘Don’t you see me as a monster anymore Dean?’ Lips were dragged over his jaw line, words were whispered to his skin and it made a shiver run over him. ‘Don’t you want to shove me away?’ Gabriel’s hand slowly slid down his side, mapping each rib with his fingertips. He kissed his jaw again then his lips hovered over Dean’s, their mouths only a breath away. ‘Don’t you want me to stop touching you?’ he asked. ‘No?’ His hand gripped Dean’s hip tightly, but he didn’t move his head an inch his lips were still almost brushing Dean’s. Then he rolled his hips down, putting delicious pressure on Dean’s already half-hard dick and making him feel his own hardness confined in his jeans. ‘And since you’re not my pet’ Gabriel breathed on his lips. ‘Tell me to stop… and I will’ he offered.
‘No’ Dean said before reaching up to crush their lips together. Gabriel kissed him almost feverishly, his tongue meeting with Dean’s heatedly as he rolled his hips down again. Dean started tearing off his jacket and Gabriel let go of him long enough to shrug out of it and toss it away. Dean was already unbuttoning the shirt by the time he leaned back down and Gabriel grinned into their next kiss at that. And of course he was wearing that white wife beater under it, Dean groaned into the kiss and turned them over, he was actually surprised that Gabriel let him, until he looked down onto the archangel’s pleased face. Dean settled himself straddling his hip then rolled their groins together, Gabriel gripped his hips again as he moaned at the contact and Dean echoed it as he leaned down to kiss and mouth at Gabriel’s exposed neck and throat. He slid his hand under the undershirt, stroking the muscles on his stomach while he tasted the skin with his lips and tongue.
One of Gabriel’s hands wandered up to his back, dragging his fingers along the line of his spine, making goose bumps appear on his entire back and he pushed his hips down again, even if it was not enough, not nearly enough. Gabriel gripped the back of his skull and angled his head up for another kiss and Dean eagerly opened his mouth to return it. But he was dragging the undershirt up too, ending the kiss to pull it over Gabriel’s head and he lifted his arms to comply. When the material was finally off and tossed away Dean leaned down to put kisses all around Gabriel’s neck then collarbone, dragging his lips down on his chest. Gabriel put his hand on the back of his neck when he reached a nipple and flicked his tongue out to play with it, only closing his lips around it when it got hard. He loved the pleased hiss Gabriel let out in reaction so he went to the other side to give the other nipple the same treatment before moving on to mouth at every muscle, every inch of exposed naked skin.
And yes, Gabriel’s skin got even warmer as Dean touched him even if he didn’t flush red, and yes he tasted so good on Dean’s tongue. Dean loved feeling his heartbeat in his chest while kissing him there, he loved how his muscles reacted to his tongue and lips and teeth. The moan he let out when Dean stroked his hard dick through his jeans made arousal wash over him. He definitely wanted to hear more of that. He opened Gabriel’s jeans hastily, pulling it down a little. He looked up then and Gabriel’s darkened eyes and hungry look was enough to make his pulse pick up and his mouth to go dry. He wanted more; he wanted him to fall apart until he knew nothing but Dean’s name.
He mouthed at the length through the boxers Gabriel wore and feeling the hardness so close to his lips through the thin material made his blood boil with excitement. He pushed the fabric out of the way, dragging it down and freeing Gabriel’s cock completely. He licked his lips glancing up at Gabriel.
‘C’mon’ Gabriel breathed his fingers tightening slightly in Dean’s hair. Okay fuck, he suddenly liked that his hair was not cut for a while. He licked a long line along the side of Gabriel’s dick, then over the thick head. He mouthed on the flesh as he dragged his lips down on the underside and licked at it again before gripping it in his hand. Gabriel groaned as he tilted his head back closing his eyes and Dean licked at him more until he was slick enough for his hand to slide on the sensitive flesh easily. He only made a few lazy strokes, watching it moving in his fist, getting used to the feel of it before he felt Gabriel nudging him closer, he grinned at the angel’s unvarnished eagerness then he closed his lips around the head, sucking on it lightly. Gabriel’s answering moan sent another shiver down Dean’s spine.
He licked at the slit and under the head before moving down sucking more into his mouth pushing his tongue to the underside. But not teasing for long but taking as much of him into his mouth as he could until his lips met his fingers wrapped around the hardness. The noise Gabriel made as his dick slid into the tight heat of Dean’s mouth was breathless and keen so Dean started up a rhythm. Bobbing his head up and down while sucking, his hand stroking everything he couldn’t swallow down.
‘Oh fuck, that’s it’ Gabriel breathed, his fingers twisting in Dean’s hair, grabbing him tightly. Dean moaned around the hard flesh in his mouth at his reaction. ‘Oh fuck, keep doing that’ Gabriel said. Dean moaned again. ‘That’s it Dean, so good. So fucking good.’
Dean’s jeans felt impossible tight stretched over his hard dick as sweat started to cover his skin, but he ignored it and just focused on the thick length of Gabriel’s cock in his mouth. He moved his hand lower as he took him in a bit deeper, sucking more and gripping Gabriel’s hip tightly with his free hand. Every noise leaving Gabriel’s lip, every word, every breathy moan or deep groan made lust flare up under his skin, he felt like he would burn up.
‘Harder’ Gabriel groaned and Dean sucked on his flesh more, hollowing his cheeks and moving his fist quicker, moving his head faster. Then Gabriel reached down and dragged his hand away from his dick, his grip in his hair holding him in place. ‘Hold still’ Gabriel told him and the next second he started to thrust up into his mouth. Slowly at first and not too deeply, but Dean moaned nonetheless as the angel’s dicks was moving in and out of his mouth.
‘Oh fuck yes’ Gabriel groaned. ‘So good Dean, fucking perfect’ he said. ‘Love your mouth, I couldn’t wait to feel it on me. Fuck it was so hard to hold back’ his pace quickened up a little, but he still didn’t thrust too deep to choke Dean. ‘But now you want it too, right Precious? Now you want your lips wrapped around my dick, don’t you?’ his breathing was uneven as he spoke and every word made Dean’s skin tighter, he felt it like he was licking on his skin, arousal was flaming up and his dick was so hard it was almost painful and he felt that the tip was wet and leaking.
‘You’re loving this. I know you do…’ and fuck he was right. His lips and jaw were tired and his back and neck was killing him from the position, but Gabriel was fucking his mouth, his taste on his tongue and he was moaning loudly in pleasure at the feel of it. ‘Dean’ Gabriel moaned as he thrust up more, his eyes squeezed shut, loosing himself, falling apart from Dean’s mouth on him. He started moving a bit harder, his dick getting deeper in Dean’s mouth, almost too deep, but not too much. And Dean knew he was close, from the way his fingers twisted in Dean’s hair, the way the muscles on his stomach trembled and Dean sucked more while he moaned loudly, feeling his own orgasm approaching.
The last thrust hit the back of Dean’s throat and Gabriel was coming, filling up his mouth with his hot come and Dean swallowed as much as he could, but most of it dripped out as he was gripping Gabriel’s hips while his own orgasm washed over him. The feel of Gabriel’s dick pulsing in his mouth when the angel emptied himself pushed him over the edge almost unexpectedly. Gabriel slumped back down onto the bed panting heavily slipping out of Dean’s mouth. Dean licked at his softening dick once more, catching some of the white fluid that he couldn’t swallow right away before climbing back up Gabriel’s body and burying his face in his neck. Gabriel’s arm was around him, stroking his hair soothingly where he gripped him too tightly before. Then he turned towards Dean and captured his lips, kissing him long and deep, fingers stroking his face.
Dean pulled back when he heard water running and he looked towards the bathroom with a frown. Then Gabriel’s hand landed on his groin, stroking his softened cock and his wet jeans.
‘You gotta get cleaned up’ he said and Dean moaned quietly at the touch, even spent it made lust flame up inside of him.
‘Pretty embarrassing, huh?’ he asked, because fuck he didn’t come in his pants since he was a teen and never untouched save after a few wet dreams.
‘Are you kidding?’ Gabriel asked as he mouthed at Dean’s jaw. ‘That you liked it this much… hmm… turns me on like hell’ he said. ‘It’s beyond hot’ he added as he stroked him again through his jeans, pushing his hand down while kissing Dean’s neck and finally capturing his lips again by pulling him closer. And against all odds Dean felt as his dick twitched up in interest at the attention.
They managed to get into the tub without starting a second round and the hot water did wonders. The muscles in his back and neck were getting soothed as he sat between Gabriel’s legs his back pressed to his chest, his head leaned back on his shoulder. Gabriel was stroking his temple and hairline with his fingers and maybe this counted as post-coital cuddling, but Dean didn’t give a fuck, he felt good and it was just the two of them, there was no need to play tough.
‘I thought you planned something else with this tub’ Dean told him and Gabriel chuckled.
‘Yes, but another time’ he said. ‘As great as sex is in here I want you spread open on a bed for the first time’ he murmured into Dean’s ear and the words sent a delicious thrill through Dean’s body, he liked that idea.
They stayed silent for a long time and Dean relaxed completely, he didn’t know if he ever felt so good.
‘You were right’ Gabriel said after a while.
‘About what?’ Dean asked in an almost sleepy tone.
‘I am different’ the archangel told him and Dean opened his eyes at the words. ‘I want you to hear… everything’ he said then. ‘And after I told you… I will let you go… if you want me to.’
Dean turned around in the angel’s embrace to look at him, amber eyes locked on his own hazel ones then he reached out to touch the angel’s face and put a kiss on his lips.
‘Tell me’ he said.
Chapter Ten >>>
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AN: Hahaha, I knew I would be able to make at least one cliffhanger. *evil writer laugh*
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