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"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?"

Gabriel finishes with Dean's throat first before responding. "Not hardly. But I figured you would like to not get right to me completely wearing you out."

He gently but firmly puts one hand in the middle of Dean's chest to push him onto his back before migrating down the bed, letting go of Dean's cock in the process. Then he smirks up at Dean for a moment before taking the head into his mouth, sucking at it lightly and running his tongue along the slit.

"Bragger," Dean says, falling back easily when pushed. He watches Gabriel in anticipation, ignoring his body's disappointment at the lack of contact, knowing what's coming next. Then there's the mouth and tongue on him and he lets out an appreciative moan. At least that mouth was good for something other than eating candy and making sarcastic comments.

"Fuck, yeah..."

Gabriel hums smugly, his mouth being just a tad occupied, and places his hands firmly on Dean's hips to keep them pinned as he takes Dean further into his mouth, bobbing his head slowly as he keeps his tongue pressed against the underside.

There's a noise a frustrated protest when Dean can't move his hips, but then he becomes way more interested in the tongue and wet heat working over him. His own hands bury themselves in Gabriel's hair, toes curling against the bedsheets as he mumbles curses and encouragement, or encouragement spattered liberally with curses, who's really paying attention anyway? So long as the angel. Just. Doesn't. Stop.

No one likes having a dick down their throat further and faster than expected. Hence, the pinning. Gabriel hums more as he takes Dean further in with deeper bobs of his head, letting the vibrations of his throat help with his work.

Good point. Dean is torn between watching his dick disappearing into Gabriel's mouth and throat and letting his head fall back against the pillow, eyes shut tightly as he gasped for air. He settled for the latter, trying to remember how to breathe in between biting his lower lip and cursing.

Gabriel hums a little more before taking Dean in as far as possible--this is where not technically needing to breathe comes in handy--and swallows. Time to give Dean that little push over the edge he needs.

When he feels the pressure around him, sucking and swallowing him down, Dean lets out a shout. Normally there would be a warning given--Dean's not a total dick when it comes to showing respect to his bed partners--but he wasn't even aware that it was coming until it did. He moans helplessly as he bucks against restraining hands, pumping hot into the waiting mouth.

If he wasn't enjoying it so damn much, it might almost be embarrassing how quickly he finished.

Gabriel knew to expect it sooner rather than later and swallows in all down easily. When Dean's done, Gabriel swallows a couple more times to be sure before releasing him from his mouth and crawling up him to be laying on top of him. He folds his arms over Dean's chest to rest his chin on them and grins at him. "So, have fun?"

When the blood begins to return to his brain, Dean huffs out a half laugh, half snort at the cat in the cream expression on Gabriel's face. Man looked way too pleased with himself for anyone's good.

"What d'you think?" he croaks, giving a half-hearted shove at his arms. "Smug bastard."

Does he really expect anything different? Being an angel that's perfectly happy where he is, the push fails to make him go anywhere.

"Can you really say I don't have a reason to be, this time?" he asks with a raised eyebrow.

"Smartass," Dean says, rolling his eyes as Gabriel remained right where he is. He wriggles a little under him, shifting his leg, then his hip upwards, feeling a hardness that belongs to Gabriel there.

"You think it's your turn to have some fun?"

Gabriel groans and rocks his hips forwards. "The thought has occurred to me. Along with the need to let you finish piecing your brain back together."

Dean grins at the obvious reaction he manages to pull from Gabriel, and he flexes his leg again, although this time he reaches an arm down and grabs a healthy handful of one of Gabriel's asscheeks.

"You don't think I can handle it, even without my brain at one hundred percent? No one's gotten one over on me in bed yet, I'm gonna tell you that much."

"You're asking for me to take that challenge, you know that, right?" Gabriel retorts, rocking his hips forwards again. "Gonna need you to let go so I can move."

"C'mon, give me some credit in knowin' what I'm doin' here," Dean chuckles, although he releases his hold to let Gabriel move, although he is moving right with him, rolling over on top of him and pinning his arms to his sides. Useless move, what with the angel and all, but he can still enjoy pretending. He grins down at him, biting lightly at his lower lip as he grinds a little against him.

The pinning gets a raised eyebrow from Gabriel before he effortlessly breaks the pin to wrap one arm around Dean's waist as he takes his own turn at grabbing the other's ass, rocking his hips up to keep grinding against Dean. He tilts his head back a little to let Dean go for his neck if he felt like it, even if anything he does will heal in less than thirty seconds.

Dean would snort at the ass grab, but he's busy ducking his head to nip at his neck, sucking lightly on his pulse point. Even if the grinding is a little much on an overly sensitive area, he doesn't let up, and in fact grinds back down to meet his hips' movements.

"When was the last time you were even with a real person?" he mumbles against his skin, biting down harder now, hard enough to leave a good bruise. "Not one of your little holograms."

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