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This pace is pretty good so far, and Dean is actually content to settle in and let Gabriel take the lead. His own tongue meets Gabriel's, slicking against it almost lazily. Even if there's stubble rasping against his own, and hard planes instead of soft curves against his body, it's a surprisingly decent kiss.

He lets his tongue switch to brushing against Dean's as he starts rocking in place on Dean's lap, making soft, eager sounds. He's getting more turned on and is doing his part to help Dean along in that department.

The rocking takes Dean by surprise, as do the little sounds Gabriel is making. He wouldn't have pegged the archangel as someone who would make that kind of noise. But he's just fine with it, especially as his own body gets more into it. He tilts his head, allowing himself to just enjoy the kiss, his hand making its way up to tangle in light brown hair, sliding down the couch a little to allow Gabriel easier access.

He didn't peg Gabriel for a lot of things, so what else is new?

Gabriel breaks the kiss for a moment to give Dean a chance to catch his breath before pressing another one on him. Given that breathing is just slightly important to half of the people involved in this. He keeps rocking against Dean, Dean's shifting around allowing him access to a better angle for Dean.

Yes, breathing can be a good thing for the whole, you know, remaining conscious gig he's got going on. He takes advantage of that pause, sucking in a quick breath before leaning up to meet Gabriel halfway this time, although now it's his tongue pressing forward, wanting to lick into his mouth--and it's a real wonder that the archangel doesn't taste like some kind of sugar or lollipop or something like that. That's a half there thought, but it's gone quickly as Dean focuses on more important matters, like rocking his hips up slightly just to meet Gabriel's movements, but it's really a much easier position to rock down in than up.

Tasting like sugar would have required Gabriel to have been eating something with some in it prior to starting the make out session. Like ice cream.

Gabriel lets Dean into his mouth, rocking down harder against him and moving his hands to rest on Dean's shoulders. His jeans are definitely feeling too tight by now, although he refrains from trying to move things along just yet.

As though Dean can't tell that little Gabriel is getting just as into this as big Gabriel. He can feel it with each rock of his hips and he smirks against his mouth, fumbling to set the bottle of liquor on the floor with a soft clunk before he rests his hand on the archangel's hip, pulling him closer. When he breaks for a sucking breath of air again, he mumbles in a low voice, "Try askin' again."

"So. Feel like sleeping with me tonight?" he asks, resting his forehead against Dean's. Dean isn't the only one that can feel the other's interest right now.

"See now, that's how you pop that kinda question," he chuckles, hand squeezing his hip. "Sure, I'm up for sleeping."

The smirk should make it clear that he's being a little snot.

"Cat hair in your belongings," Gabriel says mildly, not really being serious about the threat and rocking his hips again.

"Fine, fine, you twisted my arm," Dean chuckles, shifting under the rocking hips. "I'm up for sleepin' with you."

"I don't think there were any twisting of body parts involved," Gabriel teases, rocking his hips one more time before taking them to be seated on the edge of the bed instead. Another kiss gets pressed on Dean as Gabriel pushes the open button-down over the t-shirt Dean was wearing off his shoulders.

"Yet," Dean mumbles, barely starting in surprise when he discovers just where they are now. Not too surprising. Perks of getting frisky with a full-on angel, he guesses. Dean waits for the overshirt to get pushed off before his own hands sneak under the tshirt Gabriel is wearing and push up his back, across smooth, bare skin. He pushes back into the kiss, now less of a bystander in the events and more of an actual participant.

Gabriel is more than okay with Dean getting more actively involved and breaks the kiss to finish the job Dean started with his shirt, pulling it off and dropping it to the floor. Then he presses into another kiss as he goes after Dean's, pulling it from where it was tucked into his jeans.

Dean's hands slide freely now over his skin, touching and feeling the lines and planes of a new body. They only pause in their exploration to allow his own shirt pulled over his head, before they are back on him, and instead of going back to his mouth to pick up the kisses, he presses in to kiss and suck at his neck, feeling emboldened by the whole turn of events.

Gabriel would be tempted to tease Dean about going for his neck, but now that he knows about the vampire thing, it gets left unsaid. Instead, he groans and tilts his head for him, giving him easier access.

His hands do their own wandering, tracing along the lines of scars picked up since Castiel fixed Dean up as good as new. His own is barely visible and is the only one.

Best not to tease him about that sore topic. Not when he's savoring the little noise that pulls from Gabriel, and the feel of hands on his own body. It's been a while since he'd felt anything like that--Ann Marie, maybe, but that was another topic he would rather not go into.

Instead, his own hands travel over Gabriel's back and sides, finally making their way to the front, exploring the flat planes of his chest and stomach. Until they hit a puckered mound of skin and it makes him pause. He pulls back from his neck to look down, brow furrowing in confusion.

"Thought angels didn't scar up..."

He smiles tightly at Dean. "Lucifer."

That's all the explanation needed, really. All things considered, he's lucky he managed to stick to that one physical souvenir of their confrontation.

He rocks in Dean's lap, figuring it best to distract the both of them away from that particular potential conversation. This was not the time or the place.

Well, there was that answer. Dean absently runs his thumb over it before Gabriel is rocking against him again, taking his attention away from the reminder of that night. For now. He lifts his head, going for his mouth again, hands moving back to his sides before he's suddenly gripping at him tightly and whirling them around so the angel is flat on his back on the bed under him.

Gabriel grunts with surprise as he ends up on his back before rocking up against Dean and wrapping his arms around him. He might, or might not, be thinking of flipping them over sometime soon. But for now, he's fine with staying where he is, resuming the kiss that got interrupted by the change in position.

Dean lets out a little noise of smug pleasure, thrilled he had caught the angel off-guard. He rolled his hips down to meet Gabriel's, bracing himself against the bed on his elbows. He opened his mouth, intent on plundering the other's with his tongue, eager on picking back up on that fun activity.

Enjoy your victory while it lasts, Deano. Gabriel willingly lets Dean into his mouth, which has the side effect of making the last traces of his own drink available for Dean to taste again.

As he keeps rocking his hips up, he manages to toes off his sneakers and let them fall to the floor with soft thumping sounds. Clearly, sneakers instead of other shoes was a good move today. Easier to get off while not focused on them.

Every little victory counts. The extra taste of that alcohol sends another wave of liquid heat through his body, making him relaxed and tight at the same time.

Unfortunately, he had worn his usual boots, so there was no kicking those off with the same ease. But he's got more important things to focus on, like licking into Gabriel's mouth, and then down his neck to his collar bone, which he gave a firm suck.

Clearly, if Dean's going to do anything with Pagan liquor, it should probably be in the form of licking whatever glass Gabriel may pour it into. Granted, it'd look and probably feel pathetic, but it'll keep him from getting too much.

Gabriel makes a vague humming sound, tilting his head again along with unwrapping his arms from around Dean in order to run them lightly up and down his sides.

Come on, Dean's not that desperate for it. Besides, licking it from Gabriel's mouth is way more fun.

Dean smirks against his collarbone, although the noises really just aren't enough. Yet. He'll get him there. It's like a challenge now. He opens his mouth and brings his teeth into the equation, biting down hard enough to feel the bone under there, timing the bite with a harder rock and roll of his hips.

Angels bowling? ;)

They can do it somewhere else.

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Hope me finally changing from the default theme didn't throw you too much. XD;

Only a little. But it was a pleasant surprise. :)

I'd been meaning to do it for awhile, but the hundreds to go through put me off.

I like it. :)

Thanks.

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