It doesn't take Gabriel long to get Dean's jeans shoved down to mid-thigh. Although he's fairly promptly distracted by Dean's change of priorities. He gasps as a hand goes back up to rest in Dean's hair as the other goes down to form a light grip on the blankets below them.

It felt good, even with the edge of pain accompanying it. After a moment, he gets himself together and able to give Dean a teasing grin. "Don't you think we're still a bit over-dressed?" He rocks his hips up harder to emphasize his statement.