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[low_key_angel]

A wealthy businessman, Gabriel loves people. He’s a good talker, which is why negotiations were his strongest suit. Flying from city to city, he makes a considerably good living facilitating business mergers, contract deals, whatever it took. His colleagues nicknamed him the Messenger, because he always excelled at getting his point across,

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[second_son83]

Sam stepped off the elevator once it reached his floor. He had the room number memorized from their last email exchange and even got there a few minutes early, just to make sure he didn't get lost. He'd been to dozens of hotels in the area but for some reason he hadn't been to this one yet. Well, there's a first time for everything.

While they hadn't gone over the exact specifics of what his new client wanted out of the weekend Sam had come prepared, rolling a little travel case behind him. He'd done his research on his new client, like he always does. He likes to know who they really are before he walks into a situation that he may not enjoy.

But this man didn't seem to be hiding anything. Well, he obviously wanted to hide this meeting from someone, be it family or a girlfriend... boyfriend. Sam didn't find any wives in his research so that was about it. And secrecy was one thing Sam prided himself on.

So there he stood at 7:57 pm, maroon button up tucked into a crisp pressed pair of black slacks, knocking on the hotel room door.

[low_key_angel]

In truth, the person he might be hiding his encounter from was his older brothers. Lucifer might highly approve of the idea, but Michael would throw an absolute fit. He loved his brothers, but they could be more than a little maddening. He was allowed to be a little lonely, and hiring someone was a little easier. No expectations, no worrying that his partner for the weekend would start expecting gifts or want to get greedy hands on his hard earned money.

He was expecting attractive, but when Gabriel opened the door and looked up.. and up and kept going up.. he couldn’t help but stare for a moment. Holy crap. He was gorgeous. Tall and incredibly fit, with long, shaggy hair that was just begging to be touched.

Gabriel grinned and swung the door open. “You must be Sam. Come on in.” His eyebrows loft at the overnight bag. “Wow. Guess you came prepared, huh?”

[second_son83]

Sam had seen from photos that his client was on the shorter side of normal for men but he didn't mind. The staring made him smile though. He'd been stared at over the years. First for being short and gawky looking in his teens, then for being too tall and good looking. Cause, lets be honest. Sam knows he's attractive. I mean, he'd have to have noticed if this was going to be his chosen profession for his life.

He smiled a little at Gabriel's crack about being prepared, dimples digging into his cheeks. "I knew paying attention in boy scouts would help one day in life," he answered as he stepped into the room, rolling his bag into the corner next to the door.

[low_key_angel]

Those dimples. Good god. It was one thing to get a look at his photograph and a completely different one to have that smile directed at him. Gabriel laughed easily, swinging the door closed and following Sam into the main living area. “Pretty sure you’re not going to need most of whatever you’ve got hidden away in there. Not looking for anything too extreme,” he admits. What he needed was to touch and be touched, lose himself in warmth and heat and sensation for a weekend. An escape.

And.. he’s not sure what he needs to do now. Small talk or do they just get right to it?

“So. Do you want a drink first? Are there ground rules or something I need to go over?”

[second_son83]

Sam ran his hands up Gabriel's thighs, hands resting on the other man's hip bones. He wanted his client to enjoy himself, and who didn't enjoy a good blow job. Still kneeling between Gabriel's knees, Sam leaned down and licked a broad stripe up the underside of his client's cock.

His hands continued to travel up to Gabe's chest, pinching a nipple between his thumb and index finger. He sucked the tip of his client's cock into his mouth, tongue playing alone the slit.

[low_key_angel]

All of the air falls out of him when Sam drops his head to suck him. A breathless cry, able to only gasp out formless sounds of want and pleasure as his fingers glide across Sam's hair, down his shoulders, anywhere he could reach him.

It doesn't take long for Sam to render him completely insensate, gasping and writhing and so hard he aches. God. Sam was incredible, lavishing him with attention and sending waves of pleasure sparking down his body.

".. Sam.."

[second_son83]

He moans around the member in his mouth as Gabriel ran his fingers through his hair, sending vibrations through the flesh in his mouth. Yeah, maybe his weakness was his hair being pulled. Maybe he'd tell Gabriel that later.

Sam's lips pulled at Gabriel's dick, putting all his skill and talent into the effort. He wanted his client to enjoy himself this weekend. He knew he would enjoy it. There was something about sucking a strangers dick that turned Sam on something fierce, forcing his own erection to press up against the zipper of his slacks.

He leaned down lower each time he sucked Gabriel's dick deeper into his mouth until he head of his client's dick was pressing up against the back of his throat. Thank god for being able to train away his gag reflex.

[low_key_angel]

His long fingers card gently through his shaggy hair as Sam sucks and hums along his length. It was easy to sink into the warmth and pleasure of it, hips rocking faintly against his lips. God. His skin was tingling, nerves jumping and singing with pure want. When he bottomed out in Sam's mouth, his entire length encased in warm, moist heat, Gabriel's head fell back to the bed, crying out.

"Sam.. jesus.. " He's not thinking that of course an escort would be good at this. All Gabriel can think about is dragging Sam over him, of being filled completely by the handsome younger man.

[second_son83]

Since Gabriel voiced his happines with the speed Sam was at, he kept that pace, bending his head into the crook of Gabriel's neck as he moaned softly. "You feel so good, Gabe," he muttered into the sweat slicked skin.

The slow drag of Gabriel's inner walls pullig at his cock was slowly driving him insane, his breath hitching every ao often as his body begged to pick up the pace. But Gabe hadn't asked for anything more at the moment and he didn't want to upset his client during their first encounter.

[low_key_angel]

Gabriel whines softy at the slow drag of Sam's body against his. "C'mon Sammy. I can take more," he groans. His knees rise to frame Sam's hips as the escort still moves slowly over him, into him. Tipping his head back, he kisses along his skin, tasting him. "God. God you feel so good."

"More. Please more.." Fingers tight in his shoulders, he can't help but cling as Sam thrusts into him.

[second_son83]

Sam grinned at the use of 'Sammy'. Nobody called him that except his brother and he really didn't wantmto think about his brother when he was balls deep in a man. So he pushed that thought far from his mind and focused on what Gabriel asked for.

"Since you asked so nicely," he said with a smirk. So, with a deep kiss, Sam started up a quick pace, panting into Gabriel's sweat dampened skin. "Fuck, you feel so amazing, Gabe."

[low_key_angel]

The quicker pace was exactly what he needed and Gabriel groaned, fingers clutching at his back as he began to move faster, filling him. "God yes.. Sam.. fuck like that.." the sound of their bodies coming together faster, the snap of Sam's hips against his as he bottomed out. Sounds and breath that were only incoherent groans of pleasure and want. "Feel so good. C'mon.. show me.. give me everything you've got."