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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.

It's less about desperation and more about not accidentally killing himself with alcohol poisoning in five minutes or less.

Gabriel moans and his fingers dig into Dean's sides enough to leave bruises later as his hips rock up to meet Dean. Then his hands slide along Dean's sides to go between them to work on Dean's belt and get his jeans open.

The only acknowledgement Dean gives to the effort being made on his pants is to lift his hips slightly so he can have more access, while he continues sucking and biting at his collarbone. It's kind of freeing, being able to be a little rougher without worrying about hurting the person he's with, and he celebrates that freedom by finding one nipple and biting down on it harder than would be normally comfortable for someone else. Then he soothes his tongue over it, eyes flicking up to watch whatever is playing over Gabriel's face at the moment.

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.

Dean makes a muffled sound from down around his chest area before he lifts his head, pulling a face. He had been enjoying those noises and the hand on his hair. It's nice to find someone who shows appreciation in bed.

"So much for drawin' it out," he says, although he does roll to the side to haul his boots off and then kick his jeans off the rest of the way.

Gabriel immediately gets his own jeans open and wriggles out of them, getting his boxers off at the same time. His socks are gone too soon after. "Not saying we have to get too busy right away."

"So, what're you sayin' we do instead? Have a round of naked Scrabble?" Dean snorts, eyes resting briefly on the now nude expanse of skin near him. Making the executive decision (due to Gabriel's own choice) he hooks his fingers under the waistband of his boxer briefs and pulls them off as well, everything thrown away carelessly.

For the first time since they've started this whole thing, he hesitates, then curses himself--that's not the Dean Winchester way--and reaches out a hand to run over the flat of Gabriel's stomach.

"Some reason I thought you'd have a little extra here...what with your sweet tooth and everything."

Angel, yes, but this is drunken Dean reasoning we're talking about here.

"Angel metabolism, Dean. It gets taken care of too fast," Gabriel reminds him before giving him a grin and returning to a slightly earlier subject. "Or a couple hands of naked poker."

Although really, he has other things in mind. Like leaning forwards to press another kiss on Dean, one hand threading into his hair and the other going down to slowly stroke Dean's shaft to give him something to think about.

"Perks of bein' an angel," Dean mutters, but then his mouth is too occupied with Gabriel's to make any snarky comments, not to mention there's a hand on him and it's stroking, and that feels pretty damn amazing all by itself. He makes a little noise that's swallowed by Gabriel's mouth, his own hand sliding down the angel's stomach to wrap around his cock lightly, stroking it in time with the other's motions.

Gabriel makes an affirmative sound into the kiss in response to the last thing Dean got to say and shudders slightly as Dean grips him.

His own hold on Dean tightens slightly, well aware of Dean's limitations as he increases the speed he's stroking him at bit by bit. He fully intends to get him wanting more but feels like being patient for now.

The build is slow and delicious, and Dean is enjoying this more than he would ever let on to anyone. His own hand works slowly over him, thumb rubbing over the sensitive tip then he's twisting his wrist, experimenting with moves he know he likes to practice on himself.

He tilts his head to deepen the kiss, making a low noise once in a while to encourage him. Soon, though, his hips are twitching under Gabriel's hand, and it takes some crazy amount of concentration for him to keep his own hand going.

Gabriel moans in the kiss as Dean starts experimenting and rocks his hips up encouragingly. Although it doesn't take him long to sabotage Dean's concentration by rubbing his thumb along Dean's tip, although he's careful to make sure he doesn't decide to come right then and there.

Hey, give Dean some credit. He's got better staying power than to lose it after a short handjob. Plus, the alcohol in his system has it more of a warm, rolling pleasure, than a sharp pulsing need that could crest quickly.

But still, it does feel nice, and he squeezes his hand encouragingly, nipping at Gabriel's lower lip playfully before sucking on it. This almost lazy bed play. He does have enough wherewithal to slide his fingers down on a downstroke to slide over his balls, pressing against the soft skin of them, testing and exploring.

Gabriel groans and rocks his hips forwards again as he continues stroking Dean, gradually increasing his speed. Then it's his turn to nip at Dean before breaking the kiss to tilt Dean's head back and lightly fasten his teeth to his throat and suck at the skin. He fully intends to leave a mark that will last for a couple of days.

Oh, someone wanting to leave their mark on Dean? Well, he wouldn't be the first angel (or demon, for that matter). But he lets out a low moan at the teeth and sucking, hips rocking up with the faster pace, and a curse slips past his lips. He leans back on his free hand to let himself have more leverage, hips angling upwards.

With all this, he still manages to be himself, unable to resist a little jab at the angel.

"That all you got, Gabriel?"

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