"Better," Dean groans, eyes shutting in the pleasure of the picked up pace, as well as in the fact that he actually got Gabriel to listen to him. Small victories where he can get them.

After a few thrusts, his other hand moves between them, taking hold of his hard-on and stroking it in time with Gabriel's snapping hips. He is vaguely aware of the angel's eyes watching him carefully, and he doesn't like that. He wants Gabriel to get lost in it, to lose control, to let go, but that might be a challenge for another time. For now, he's the one getting lost in it and he can only make those low noises of enjoyment.