puchuupoet's stocking
Want to stuff puchuupoet's stocking with drabbles, ficlets, art, icons, good wishes, etc?
This is the place to do it. Comments will be screened until Christmas. ( Interests )
This is the place to do it. Comments will be screened until Christmas. ( Interests )
When Castiel was finished with his wings, he pressed himself against Gabriel's back, in between his wings, and trailed his hands down his chest and stomach. Gabriel groaned, head falling back onto Castiel's shoulder.
Cas deftly worked Gabriel's fly open, sliding a hand past the waistband of his boxers. He slowly stroked Gabriel's half-hard length, making the other Angel whine and thrust his hips into the touch, wanting more.
He pulls his hand away, earning another whine from Gabriel and easily shoves both pants and boxers down to puddle at Gabriel's feet. He traces light fingertips over Gabriel's trembling thighs and sucks on the side of his neck.
Soon Gabriel is wanton, desperate mess beneath his hands and Castiel decides to take pity on him and finishes him off with a few hard strokes of his fist. He makes Gabriel's orgasm all the more intense by curling his free hand in a wing and twining his Grace with Gabriel's.
Gabriel comes with a shout, the windows breaking with a cheery little tinkle as Gabriel's Voice bleeds out underneath that of his vessel's voice.
Castiel holds onto Gabriel as he shakes and shudders and gasps his way back to Earth. He cards his clean fingers through Gabriel's hair to calm him and isn't surprised when Gabriel kicks his way out of his pants and boxers.
Gabriel turns around and slams him against the door, crushing their mouths together and sets about making Castiel pay.
Castiel is totally on board with this idea.
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