To Have And To Hold 2/3
Gabriel felt as though he was in shock. He'd had feelings for Dean, yes, and stealing him away tonight had been part of the plan to see if those feelings were returned, but this was beyond anything he'd dared hope for. Dean was leading them through the steps of a strong angelic mating ritual. Gabriel hadn't even realised that Dean knew about this sort of thing, but maybe Castiel had told him.
So while he knew that they should probably wait until they were both sober and discuss this, Gabriel allowed his heart to take over, and let Dean drag him towards a small chapel. The priest was clearly overworked and didn't like the fact that they were both men, but he was ordained and it would still be official.
Dean paused in the middle of relating the pertinent information to the official and turned to Gabriel, frowning.
“You're... just Gabriel. What surname to we put down?”
“Nothing,” Gabriel shrugged. “Don't have one. I'll take the Winchester name.” Never mind that he didn't really need it, Gabriel liked the idea of a name binding them together. From the smile nearly splitting Dean's face, he liked it too.
~*~
“I, Gabriel, take you Dean Winchester to be my husband, my partner in life and my one true love. Well, second true love - but I like you better than Sigyn. Promise. She had a problem with my other kids. I will cherish our friendship and love you today, tomorrow, and forever, and I know what I'm talking about with that last one. I will trust you and honour you, I will laugh at you - with you! I meant with you, and cry with you. I will love you faithfully through the best and the worst, through the difficult and the easy. What may come I will always be there, because you've had no luck getting rid of me so far, and now I have even more reason to stick around. As I have given you my hand to hold so I give you my life to keep.” Gabriel was able to make it through the vows without slurring too much or bursting into laughter, which he counted as an achievement. He wasn't sure that Dean would manage it though.
“I, Dean Winchester, take you Gabriel the Archangel,” Dean started laughing, as did Gabriel. They quickly regained control and Dean continued. “Take you Gabriel to be my husband, my partner in life and my one true love. I will cherish our friendship and love you today, tomorrow, and forever. I will trust you, except when you're trying to kill me, and honour you when I have to. I will laugh with you and cry with you, though probably mostly laugh, because you're insane. I will love you faithfully through the best and the worst, through the difficult and the easy, 'cause you know that my life's all about the difficult. What may come I will always be there, 'cause you'll give me Hell if I'm not. As I have given you my hand to hold so I give you my life to keep. Please don't end it again.”
They both started laughing again, especially given the looks that the priest was giving them. But, Gabriel figured, it was a very fitting speech for Dean. Gabriel could pretend to be serious if he absolutely had to, Dean couldn't. After a minute, they managed to regain their composure and turned to the priest, awaiting his final benediction.
“Dean and Gabriel Winchester, I now pronounce you legally married in the eyes of God and man. You may kiss.”
Gabriel leaned up and pressed his lips to Dean's in a chaste, but intense, kiss. This was happening. It was really happening. They were married, and would soon be mated. Gabriel had waited so long to claim a mate that he'd wondered if he would ever find the right one.
“Come on, husband of mine,” Gabriel smiled and tugged on Dean's hand. “Let's get out of here and celebrate.”
“Good idea,” Dean wrapped his arms around Gabriel's waist, apparently not inclined to let him go. “Where to?”
“How about home?” Gabriel asked.
“Home?” Dean asked, and Gabriel could hear the whistful tone of his voice. Gabriel quickly leaned up to kiss the sadness away.
“Home. You have a home now, I promise.”
“That sounds awesome,” Dean smiled back. “Always wanted a home.”
Gabriel smiled and clicked his fingers, not caring that the priest was still there. They disappeared from the chapel and once again flew through the air, landing on a large, comfortable bed in one of Gabriel's homes - this one in Los Angeles. Dean was flat on his back, arms still around Gabriel, who was straddling his human's hips.
“You have awesome ideas,” Dean grinned dopily up at him. Gabriel leaned forward and licked the tip of Dean's nose, making him giggle drunkenly.
“Mine,” Gabriel whispered before softly kissing Dean. The kiss was returned easily, and soon the two were gently rolling their hips together, the desire to claim his mate slowly building within Gabriel. He pulled back and shed his jacket, holding Dean's gaze as he did so. It was quite reassuring to see the hunter, usually so quick to vocalise his opinions, have his words stolen by arousal.
“Yeah,” Dean muttered, raising up onto his elbows to watch as Gabriel slowly stripped. Gabriel found it more than a little amusing that Dean didn't seem to have realised that he was meant to undress too.
“You know,” Gabriel commented as he slowly started unbuttoning his shirt, “this would be a lot more fun if you decided to join the party.”
Dean blinked, then started scrambling out of his own clothes. Gabriel smirked and did his best not to laugh, figuring that would probably kill the mood just a little. He couldn't help nearly drooling though, as Dean revealed more and more skin.
“You really are gorgeous,” he muttered as he shrugged out of his shirt, leaning forward to trail kisses along Dean's shoulder and upper arm. “I need to thank Cas for bringing you back so well.”
“Yeah, he did good,” Dean easily admitted. He would always be grateful to Castiel for all he'd done. “Is now really the time though? 'Cause I'd rather we got on with the screwing.”
“So unromantic,” Gabriel sighed, rolling his eyes dramatically. “But... yeah. Screw now, mess with Cassie later.”
Dean grinned and practically pounced on Gabriel as soon as they were both naked, the pair rolling a couple of times before Dean fell on his back, Gabriel straddling him once more. A look of unease crossed Dean's face, and Gabriel leaned down to kiss his forehead.
“What's wrong, gorgeous?”
“Well, uh...” Dean was thankful once again that he was still pretty tipsy. He'd never be able to say this out loud if he wasn't. “Are you gonna fuck me?”
“Yeah,” Gabriel nodded. “That's okay, right?”
“Um... yeah...” Dean couldn't meet Gabriel's eyes. “I want you to. I... yeah.”
“Don't worry,” Gabriel leaned down to nuzzle behind Dean's ear, making his mate arch up into his touch. “I'll make it real good. Promise. It won't hurt at all.”
“Okay,” Dean's arms came up so that he was clutching at Gabriel's back. “Okay, just... just do it.”
“Oh baby,” Gabriel shook his head. “I can do better than that.” He briefly licked at Dean's skin, making him jump a little. “By the time we get to the main event, you're gonna be begging me. Gonna make you love it.”
“I highly doubt... oh, fuck, there!” Dean arched his back again as Gabriel sucked a hickey into his neck at the same time as his hand trailed along Dean's flank, brief touches that seemed to be driving Dean into a frenzy.
Gabriel grinned wolfishly down at his mate, running his fingers across the expanse of skin in random patterns that seemed to make Dean squirm in a most delightful manner. The noises his human made were like music, the best he'd heard in years.
“Gabe, c'mon,” Dean demanded. Gabriel noted that he wasn't at the begging stage just yet, but could probably get there with a little more teasing.
“Okay,” Gabriel decided to give him at least a little reward. After all, Dean was hard and leaking beneath him, legs splayed in a clear invitation, and Gabriel wasn't very good at the whole resisting temptation thing.
He bent forwards and grasped Dean's erection firmly before swirling his tongue around the head. Dean let out a satisfied sigh, and Gabriel moved to properly suck the hard dick into his mouth.
“Fuck yeah,” Dean groaned, hips thrusting lazily into Gabriel's mouth. Gabriel let him, not minding the taste of a male in the least. He ran his tongue over Dean's flesh, tracing letters and sigils, sucking lightly as he bobbed his head in time with Dean's thrusts. His hand alternated between squeezing and stroking while his other slid underneath to fondle Dean's balls.
“Gabe! Gabe, yeah, that's it.” Apparently Dean was rather vocal in bed. Gabriel would have grinned if his mouth wasn't otherwise occupied, instead he sucked a little harder as his hand crept from Dean's balls to just behind, stroking along his perineum. Dean didn't seem to mind this; if anything his thrusts sped up, clearly enjoying the attention.
Once he was sure that Dean wasn't going to panic, Gabriel willed some lube onto his fingers and started to gently rub at Dean's entrance. Dean tensed for a moment, but quickly relaxed, as though forcing himself to open for his lover. Gabriel was fine with that - in time Dean wouldn't need to remind himself to relax, he'd eagerly welcome Gabriel's touch.
Pressing the first finger in, Gabriel was pleased to find that Dean didn't try to squirm away. Instead the human thrust back onto the finger, making it easy for Gabriel to start thrusting as well.
“C'mon Gabe, not gonna break,” Dean bit out breathlessly. Gabriel glanced up, and saw that Dean's hands were both clutching the pillow behind his head, trying to keep himself under control. He didn't want that though - he wanted Dean to lose his carefully maintained mask, wanted him to fall apart and be put back together by Gabriel's ministrations. So he made sure that Dean was ready, and pressed a second finger into him.
“Fuck,” Dean ground out. “That... that burns...”
Gabriel gave an apologetic suck to Dean's dick, then wriggled his fingers a little. From then on, Dean shouldn't feel any pain from Gabriel's movements as long as he was careful.
“Holy shit!” Dean squirmed beneath him, and Gabriel bobbed his head faster. “Gabe, that... magic's awesome!”
Gabriel certainly wasn't going to argue with that - he enjoyed magic as much as the next pagan demi-god - and instead thrust his fingers into Dean gently but firmly. He kept changing the angle slightly, until Dean let out a loud moan.
“Oh yeah, that's it,” Dean's eyes closed in bliss as he rocked between the mouth on his cock and the fingers rubbing his prostate. “Yeah, Gabe, yeah...”
Gabriel pulled off with a final suck and smirked up at Dean.
“So... gonna beg for it yet?”
Almost before he'd finished speaking, Dean was babbling the affirmative.
“Please Gabe, please, get your cock in me!”
“Okay, okay. Since you asked so nicely.” Gabriel withdrew his fingers and ran his lube-slicked hand over his own neglected erection, readying himself for the final step of the mating. “Love you... so much,” he whispered as he pressed the head of his cock against Dean's opening.
“C'mon Gabe, please, fuck me!”
“We're getting there gorgeous,” Gabriel smiled down at his beloved. “Trust me.” He pressed forward slowly, short thrusts in and out that gradually went deeper each time. It was the first time Dean had taken something in his ass, and Gabriel didn't want to put him off the idea.
That seemed impossible though, as Dean managed to lift his legs to wrap around Gabriel, hands releasing their death-grip on the pillow and instead going to Gabriel's shoulders.
“Want it,” Dean ground out. “Want you.”
“I know, I know,” Gabriel gave up and, with a hard thrust, buried himself to the hilt.
“Fuck!” Dean's head flew back as his body tensed briefly. Gabriel stilled, letting Dean adjust as much as he could, though his dick was sending urgent 'move, damnit!' messages to the rest of his body.
“You okay?” Gabriel asked, feeling a little stupid for asking.
“Yeah,” Dean nodded. “Yeah, I'm fine. Hurry up and move, make it good again.”
“As you wish.” Gabriel gently withdrew and thrust in again, this time sliding much easier. It didn't take long for his thrusts to be smooth and steady, and Dean was once again moaning beneath him in delight.
“Fuck, yeah, fuck me,” Dean was rambling, which Gabriel considered a great success.
“That's it,” Gabriel sped up, not being rough but making his claim clear. “Mine. My husband, my mate, mine.”
“Yours,” Dean nodded. “Yeah, good...” He moved a little, eyes flying open as the angle changed again to the right one. “Fuck yeah! Gabe, that's it, right there!”
“Got it,” Gabriel grinned, making sure to hit Dean's prostate on every thrust. “You come for me whenever you want gorgeous, wanna see you lose it for me.”
“Gabriel, my Gabriel,” Dean moaned, causing Gabriel's hips to stutter. He hadn't realised just how much hearing his name said like that would affect him. “Please, need...”
“Okay,” Gabriel nodded. He slid one hand over Dean's skin, caressing his chest before trailing down to grasp his cock again and start stroking. “Want it to be so good for you. Wanna do this again and again... you'll let me, won't you?”
“Let you?” Dean managed to grind out. “I'll be fucking demanding it! Hurry up, please, so close!”
Instead of answering, Gabriel squeezed a little tighter and sped up his thrusts. Dean's muscles were clenching down around him, and the sight of his mate taking such pleasure from their coupling was drawing Gabriel closer and closer to the edge. His only goal was to make Dean reach it before he did.
“Gabe!” Dean shouted as his body tensed, and Gabriel's wish was granted as his human's hips thrust erratically in release. Gabriel didn't bother trying to hold out any longer, and slammed into Dean twice more before he felt his own orgasm overtake him, painting Dean's insides with his seed. Something niggled in the back of his brain, but he ignored it and groaned out Dean's name instead, hips slowly pulsing as he emptied himself into his mate.
His energy sapped, it was all Gabriel could do not to collapse down on top of Dean. He managed to curl up with his lover, the pair twinning their limbs and trading lazy kisses until Dean fell asleep. Gabriel drifted off soon after. He may not have needed sleep, but it was enjoyable when he was curled up safe and sound with his mate.
~*~
Part One: The Night Before | Masterpost | Art Post | Part Three: The Morning After
So while he knew that they should probably wait until they were both sober and discuss this, Gabriel allowed his heart to take over, and let Dean drag him towards a small chapel. The priest was clearly overworked and didn't like the fact that they were both men, but he was ordained and it would still be official.
Dean paused in the middle of relating the pertinent information to the official and turned to Gabriel, frowning.
“You're... just Gabriel. What surname to we put down?”
“Nothing,” Gabriel shrugged. “Don't have one. I'll take the Winchester name.” Never mind that he didn't really need it, Gabriel liked the idea of a name binding them together. From the smile nearly splitting Dean's face, he liked it too.
~*~
“I, Gabriel, take you Dean Winchester to be my husband, my partner in life and my one true love. Well, second true love - but I like you better than Sigyn. Promise. She had a problem with my other kids. I will cherish our friendship and love you today, tomorrow, and forever, and I know what I'm talking about with that last one. I will trust you and honour you, I will laugh at you - with you! I meant with you, and cry with you. I will love you faithfully through the best and the worst, through the difficult and the easy. What may come I will always be there, because you've had no luck getting rid of me so far, and now I have even more reason to stick around. As I have given you my hand to hold so I give you my life to keep.” Gabriel was able to make it through the vows without slurring too much or bursting into laughter, which he counted as an achievement. He wasn't sure that Dean would manage it though.
“I, Dean Winchester, take you Gabriel the Archangel,” Dean started laughing, as did Gabriel. They quickly regained control and Dean continued. “Take you Gabriel to be my husband, my partner in life and my one true love. I will cherish our friendship and love you today, tomorrow, and forever. I will trust you, except when you're trying to kill me, and honour you when I have to. I will laugh with you and cry with you, though probably mostly laugh, because you're insane. I will love you faithfully through the best and the worst, through the difficult and the easy, 'cause you know that my life's all about the difficult. What may come I will always be there, 'cause you'll give me Hell if I'm not. As I have given you my hand to hold so I give you my life to keep. Please don't end it again.”
They both started laughing again, especially given the looks that the priest was giving them. But, Gabriel figured, it was a very fitting speech for Dean. Gabriel could pretend to be serious if he absolutely had to, Dean couldn't. After a minute, they managed to regain their composure and turned to the priest, awaiting his final benediction.
“Dean and Gabriel Winchester, I now pronounce you legally married in the eyes of God and man. You may kiss.”
Gabriel leaned up and pressed his lips to Dean's in a chaste, but intense, kiss. This was happening. It was really happening. They were married, and would soon be mated. Gabriel had waited so long to claim a mate that he'd wondered if he would ever find the right one.
“Come on, husband of mine,” Gabriel smiled and tugged on Dean's hand. “Let's get out of here and celebrate.”
“Good idea,” Dean wrapped his arms around Gabriel's waist, apparently not inclined to let him go. “Where to?”
“How about home?” Gabriel asked.
“Home?” Dean asked, and Gabriel could hear the whistful tone of his voice. Gabriel quickly leaned up to kiss the sadness away.
“Home. You have a home now, I promise.”
“That sounds awesome,” Dean smiled back. “Always wanted a home.”
Gabriel smiled and clicked his fingers, not caring that the priest was still there. They disappeared from the chapel and once again flew through the air, landing on a large, comfortable bed in one of Gabriel's homes - this one in Los Angeles. Dean was flat on his back, arms still around Gabriel, who was straddling his human's hips.
“You have awesome ideas,” Dean grinned dopily up at him. Gabriel leaned forward and licked the tip of Dean's nose, making him giggle drunkenly.
“Mine,” Gabriel whispered before softly kissing Dean. The kiss was returned easily, and soon the two were gently rolling their hips together, the desire to claim his mate slowly building within Gabriel. He pulled back and shed his jacket, holding Dean's gaze as he did so. It was quite reassuring to see the hunter, usually so quick to vocalise his opinions, have his words stolen by arousal.
“Yeah,” Dean muttered, raising up onto his elbows to watch as Gabriel slowly stripped. Gabriel found it more than a little amusing that Dean didn't seem to have realised that he was meant to undress too.
“You know,” Gabriel commented as he slowly started unbuttoning his shirt, “this would be a lot more fun if you decided to join the party.”
Dean blinked, then started scrambling out of his own clothes. Gabriel smirked and did his best not to laugh, figuring that would probably kill the mood just a little. He couldn't help nearly drooling though, as Dean revealed more and more skin.
“You really are gorgeous,” he muttered as he shrugged out of his shirt, leaning forward to trail kisses along Dean's shoulder and upper arm. “I need to thank Cas for bringing you back so well.”
“Yeah, he did good,” Dean easily admitted. He would always be grateful to Castiel for all he'd done. “Is now really the time though? 'Cause I'd rather we got on with the screwing.”
“So unromantic,” Gabriel sighed, rolling his eyes dramatically. “But... yeah. Screw now, mess with Cassie later.”
Dean grinned and practically pounced on Gabriel as soon as they were both naked, the pair rolling a couple of times before Dean fell on his back, Gabriel straddling him once more. A look of unease crossed Dean's face, and Gabriel leaned down to kiss his forehead.
“What's wrong, gorgeous?”
“Well, uh...” Dean was thankful once again that he was still pretty tipsy. He'd never be able to say this out loud if he wasn't. “Are you gonna fuck me?”
“Yeah,” Gabriel nodded. “That's okay, right?”
“Um... yeah...” Dean couldn't meet Gabriel's eyes. “I want you to. I... yeah.”
“Don't worry,” Gabriel leaned down to nuzzle behind Dean's ear, making his mate arch up into his touch. “I'll make it real good. Promise. It won't hurt at all.”
“Okay,” Dean's arms came up so that he was clutching at Gabriel's back. “Okay, just... just do it.”
“Oh baby,” Gabriel shook his head. “I can do better than that.” He briefly licked at Dean's skin, making him jump a little. “By the time we get to the main event, you're gonna be begging me. Gonna make you love it.”
“I highly doubt... oh, fuck, there!” Dean arched his back again as Gabriel sucked a hickey into his neck at the same time as his hand trailed along Dean's flank, brief touches that seemed to be driving Dean into a frenzy.
Gabriel grinned wolfishly down at his mate, running his fingers across the expanse of skin in random patterns that seemed to make Dean squirm in a most delightful manner. The noises his human made were like music, the best he'd heard in years.
“Gabe, c'mon,” Dean demanded. Gabriel noted that he wasn't at the begging stage just yet, but could probably get there with a little more teasing.
“Okay,” Gabriel decided to give him at least a little reward. After all, Dean was hard and leaking beneath him, legs splayed in a clear invitation, and Gabriel wasn't very good at the whole resisting temptation thing.
He bent forwards and grasped Dean's erection firmly before swirling his tongue around the head. Dean let out a satisfied sigh, and Gabriel moved to properly suck the hard dick into his mouth.
“Fuck yeah,” Dean groaned, hips thrusting lazily into Gabriel's mouth. Gabriel let him, not minding the taste of a male in the least. He ran his tongue over Dean's flesh, tracing letters and sigils, sucking lightly as he bobbed his head in time with Dean's thrusts. His hand alternated between squeezing and stroking while his other slid underneath to fondle Dean's balls.
“Gabe! Gabe, yeah, that's it.” Apparently Dean was rather vocal in bed. Gabriel would have grinned if his mouth wasn't otherwise occupied, instead he sucked a little harder as his hand crept from Dean's balls to just behind, stroking along his perineum. Dean didn't seem to mind this; if anything his thrusts sped up, clearly enjoying the attention.
Once he was sure that Dean wasn't going to panic, Gabriel willed some lube onto his fingers and started to gently rub at Dean's entrance. Dean tensed for a moment, but quickly relaxed, as though forcing himself to open for his lover. Gabriel was fine with that - in time Dean wouldn't need to remind himself to relax, he'd eagerly welcome Gabriel's touch.
Pressing the first finger in, Gabriel was pleased to find that Dean didn't try to squirm away. Instead the human thrust back onto the finger, making it easy for Gabriel to start thrusting as well.
“C'mon Gabe, not gonna break,” Dean bit out breathlessly. Gabriel glanced up, and saw that Dean's hands were both clutching the pillow behind his head, trying to keep himself under control. He didn't want that though - he wanted Dean to lose his carefully maintained mask, wanted him to fall apart and be put back together by Gabriel's ministrations. So he made sure that Dean was ready, and pressed a second finger into him.
“Fuck,” Dean ground out. “That... that burns...”
Gabriel gave an apologetic suck to Dean's dick, then wriggled his fingers a little. From then on, Dean shouldn't feel any pain from Gabriel's movements as long as he was careful.
“Holy shit!” Dean squirmed beneath him, and Gabriel bobbed his head faster. “Gabe, that... magic's awesome!”
Gabriel certainly wasn't going to argue with that - he enjoyed magic as much as the next pagan demi-god - and instead thrust his fingers into Dean gently but firmly. He kept changing the angle slightly, until Dean let out a loud moan.
“Oh yeah, that's it,” Dean's eyes closed in bliss as he rocked between the mouth on his cock and the fingers rubbing his prostate. “Yeah, Gabe, yeah...”
Gabriel pulled off with a final suck and smirked up at Dean.
“So... gonna beg for it yet?”
Almost before he'd finished speaking, Dean was babbling the affirmative.
“Please Gabe, please, get your cock in me!”
“Okay, okay. Since you asked so nicely.” Gabriel withdrew his fingers and ran his lube-slicked hand over his own neglected erection, readying himself for the final step of the mating. “Love you... so much,” he whispered as he pressed the head of his cock against Dean's opening.
“C'mon Gabe, please, fuck me!”
“We're getting there gorgeous,” Gabriel smiled down at his beloved. “Trust me.” He pressed forward slowly, short thrusts in and out that gradually went deeper each time. It was the first time Dean had taken something in his ass, and Gabriel didn't want to put him off the idea.
That seemed impossible though, as Dean managed to lift his legs to wrap around Gabriel, hands releasing their death-grip on the pillow and instead going to Gabriel's shoulders.
“Want it,” Dean ground out. “Want you.”
“I know, I know,” Gabriel gave up and, with a hard thrust, buried himself to the hilt.
“Fuck!” Dean's head flew back as his body tensed briefly. Gabriel stilled, letting Dean adjust as much as he could, though his dick was sending urgent 'move, damnit!' messages to the rest of his body.
“You okay?” Gabriel asked, feeling a little stupid for asking.
“Yeah,” Dean nodded. “Yeah, I'm fine. Hurry up and move, make it good again.”
“As you wish.” Gabriel gently withdrew and thrust in again, this time sliding much easier. It didn't take long for his thrusts to be smooth and steady, and Dean was once again moaning beneath him in delight.
“Fuck, yeah, fuck me,” Dean was rambling, which Gabriel considered a great success.
“That's it,” Gabriel sped up, not being rough but making his claim clear. “Mine. My husband, my mate, mine.”
“Yours,” Dean nodded. “Yeah, good...” He moved a little, eyes flying open as the angle changed again to the right one. “Fuck yeah! Gabe, that's it, right there!”
“Got it,” Gabriel grinned, making sure to hit Dean's prostate on every thrust. “You come for me whenever you want gorgeous, wanna see you lose it for me.”
“Gabriel, my Gabriel,” Dean moaned, causing Gabriel's hips to stutter. He hadn't realised just how much hearing his name said like that would affect him. “Please, need...”
“Okay,” Gabriel nodded. He slid one hand over Dean's skin, caressing his chest before trailing down to grasp his cock again and start stroking. “Want it to be so good for you. Wanna do this again and again... you'll let me, won't you?”
“Let you?” Dean managed to grind out. “I'll be fucking demanding it! Hurry up, please, so close!”
Instead of answering, Gabriel squeezed a little tighter and sped up his thrusts. Dean's muscles were clenching down around him, and the sight of his mate taking such pleasure from their coupling was drawing Gabriel closer and closer to the edge. His only goal was to make Dean reach it before he did.
“Gabe!” Dean shouted as his body tensed, and Gabriel's wish was granted as his human's hips thrust erratically in release. Gabriel didn't bother trying to hold out any longer, and slammed into Dean twice more before he felt his own orgasm overtake him, painting Dean's insides with his seed. Something niggled in the back of his brain, but he ignored it and groaned out Dean's name instead, hips slowly pulsing as he emptied himself into his mate.
His energy sapped, it was all Gabriel could do not to collapse down on top of Dean. He managed to curl up with his lover, the pair twinning their limbs and trading lazy kisses until Dean fell asleep. Gabriel drifted off soon after. He may not have needed sleep, but it was enjoyable when he was curled up safe and sound with his mate.
~*~
Part One: The Night Before | Masterpost | Art Post | Part Three: The Morning After