The construct hums appreciatively, running a hand through Dean's hair as precome starts leaking from the tip to run down the back of Dean's throat as warning of what was to come. A few more rocks of its hips and it starts coming. This time, however, it grabs firm hold of Dean's hair and pulls out, spraying come across his face since Gabriel wasn't kidding about covering Dean.

Gabriel, for his part, keeps fucking Dean through his own orgasm, not quite ready to let Dean relax yet.