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Given Dean's current location, Gabriel's fairly certain that the terms are a bit better than that. Not to mention that he knows when not to be a jackass, thank you.

A snap of Gabriel's fingers later, and there's a tube of lube for Gabriel to use as he settles between Dean's legs to work on him. He coats a couple of fingers before reinserting them in Dean, this time with the purpose of preparing him for more than just fingers. It only takes him a couple of minutes to have Dean ready to his satisfaction, at which point he slicks himself up and lines himself up before slowly pressing his way in.

Once fully sheathed in Dean, he pauses to give Dean time to adjust before starting the first slow roll of his hips forwards.

He can't think about it too much. Can't think about the fact that there is another man putting his dick where he hadn't thought seriously about a dick going before. Because said dick is making him groan, sucking in sharp breaths, as his eyes roll back in his head.

The pause gives him just the right amount of time for whatever discomfort there is to vanish when Gabriel is moving and even just the small shift of his hips hits him with amazing friction and now his eyes nearly cross. He grasps at the bed sheets again.

"Fuck, Gabe..."

Gabriel smiles and lowers his head to press a kiss on Dean as he gradually increases the pace and force of his thrusts. He knows that Dean needs the slow build up to give his body time to get used to what's going on, as this was entirely new for him.

The kiss is met by Dean pressing up into it, and he even manages to release the abused sheets with one hand so he can wrap an arm around Gabriel. He digs his heels into the back of Gabriel's thighs, urging him on silently before he breaks the kiss with a gasp and a gritted, "'m not gonna break, Gabriel."

"No one said you would," Gabriel points out with a raised eyebrow even as he snaps his hips forwards faster and harder. Dean apparently wants more, so he's getting it. Even so, he's paying close attention to make sure Dean doesn't end up deciding he's changed his mind and that it's too much too soon.

"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.

Does Dean seriously want a guy that basically has super strength to lose control and not monitor how much he's using in this kind of situation? Gabriel is quite certain that the answer is 'no' if Dean stops to think about it.

Gabriel adjusts his angle slightly to find the best one for Dean. If he does his job right, Dean won't need his hand to come.

Remember, this is Dean Winchester. Brilliance isn't always connected to common sense in his case.

Dean's back arches off the bed when one particular movement sends a spark of heat straight up his spine and he lets out a shout. Whatever angle that is, Gabriel's got it right. He's almost babbling now, urging Gabriel to do that again, do whatever the hell that was again.

Gabriel is more than happy to oblige, thrusting with renewed vigor and hitting where Dean wants him to every time. He could feel his own rising need, but he keeps a tight rein on it, not wanting to come before he gets Dean to do so again.

At this point, Dean is reduced to a babbling, cursing mess. The pending orgasm is there, but he barely registers it, only recognizing it as growing pleasure that he wants more of. His hips rock hard to meet Gabriel's thrusts as best as he can, but there's no real rhythm or finesse to it.

When the orgasm hits, it has him tensing from head to toe, eyes rolling back in his head as he spatters hot over his and Gabriel's stomachs and chests.

And there it is. It's only a few more thrusts into Dean later that finds Gabriel coming with a low moan, shudders running down his back. Rather than stop his thrusts right away, he gradually slows to a stop, grinning down at Dean as he waits for him to piece himself back together. "So, worth it?"

It takes a few long moments before Dean's mind returns to any semblance of coherency. The slowing down of thrusts and rolling hips is like the final cherry on top of a huge ice cream sundae, and his body shivers through the aftershocks of it. He distantly realizes that Gabriel is talking to him, then spies that smug grin on his face and all he can do is push a hand lazily against that grinning face, mumbling something that might be 'Shut the hell up,' or 'Mmhrugh.'

He's too blissed out to really care, to be honest.

Gabriel laughs. "I'm gonna take that as a 'yes'."

Okay, he'll be nice and let Dean finish pulling himself together before talking anymore. He lets his weight actually rest on Dean properly now, folding his arms on Dean's chest to rest his chin on them.

Dean handles Gabriel's weight easily--even if he can be an immovable force of nature, he's still in a smaller body--and settles back against the bed, boneless and completely sated.

"Mmph," is the response he gets now, as Dean's eyes close for a while and his breathing slows, then steadies. It's a sign of how out of it he is that his hand strokes absently over Gabriel's back as he returns to some coherency. It takes some time, but eventually he does manage to speak properly.

"Hate to see what it's like when you're really tryin' to impress."

"My bed-partners might be going to sleep pretty soon after I'm done with them those times," he points out in an amused tone. As Dean's awake enough to talk, obviously Gabriel didn't put him through as much as those cases. That would be overdoing it for Dean's first time with another guy, Gabriel figures.

"Mmhmm, you sure that's not just you puttin' the whammy on them so you don't hafta deal with post-sexin' snuggling?" Dean says, raising his eyebrows at him and even managing a little smirk. His hand is still stroking, though, so clearly he isn't having a big freakout or being too serious here.

"Do I seem like I'm having an issue with it right now?" Gabriel asks with his own raised eyebrows. Granted, he doesn't always feel like post-coital cuddles, but that's not to say he wants to avoid them every time.

"This isn't snuggling," Dean protests, almost pouting. "It's...chilling after a round of aerobic sex. And I'm takin' the left side of the bed once we're done chillin'."

Because he needs to make that claim and he's not going to share his pillow either.

"How much do you actually believe what you're saying?" Gabriel asks, amused. He has no problem with Dean laying claim to a side of the bed. Once Gabriel actually moves, anyway. That might be a bit longer.

"One hundred percent. Give or take," Dean mumbles, resting his head back and closing his eyes again. He feels too damn good to actually argue any points here. "Good for you too?"

"Mm-hmm." Gabriel's quiet for a little while longer, content to take the moment to enjoy getting to stay put and not have an argument or any other sort of contretemps with Dean.

Although eventually... "You about ready for me to move so you can deal with clean up and get some sleep?"

"Mmph, you're gonna have to do the clean up and all that crap," Dean mumbles, already half-way to the sleeping part of the plan thanks to that nice long quiet period. "'M not movin'."

"Not even enough to get yourself under the blankets so you don't get cold once your human-shaped heat generator goes away?" Gabriel jibes at him gently.

"Dammit, Gabriel," Dean huffs and gives an impatient wriggle under him, "You're the one with the mojo here. Just make the blankets move around me."

Gabriel just shakes his head and presses a quick kiss on Dean before snapping the blankets into covering them. He then pulls out of Dean, snapping his fingers after for clean up before rolling over to Dean's right to let him get his preferred side of the bed.

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