For huntsdemons.

[lotsoflaughs]

After the last time he saw Dean, Gabriel spent the next month or so keeping himself busy. Just because he was sleeping with a hunter, it didn't mean that he was going to stop his habits. Not completely, anyway. In a vague concession to Dean that he will probably never even hear about, he did keep the killing to a nimimum and stuck to messing with people capable of learning from whatever he put them through.

Picking a moment when he figured Dean would be least expecting it, he pops up, straddling Dean's lap and blithely ignoring anything he might have been in the middle of. "Hey there. Not doing anything important, are you?"

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[lotsoflaughs]

Gabriel finally sheds his own clothes as he moves up behind Dean. That's followed up with a snap of his fingers to make some lube that he coats his fingers with before pressing a couple into Dean's entrance to start prepping him.

[huntsdemons]

Dean closes his eyes and shudders as he's prepped. Gabe's fingers feel amazing, pressing and curling just right to sent sparks of lightning all through his body. He moans out, hips rocking back into the touch as if asking for more.

[lotsoflaughs]

And Gabriel gives him more, fingers seeking out the most effective location to get Dean turned on even more. By the time he's done here, he wants Dean to be a super-turned on mess begging for more.

[huntsdemons]

It takes a good ten minutes of prolonged prep before Dean is writhing on Gabriel's fingers trying to get release. He's sweaty and breathless and begging for relief of any kind. "Please...please...please...please...."

[lotsoflaughs]

Gabriel just grins and removes his fingers from Dean, snapping them to get them cleaned off before slicking himself up and pressing his way in. After giving Dean a moment to adjust, he rolls his hips forwards in the first thrust.

[huntsdemons]

Dean cries out, his head flying back in rapture as he thrusts back hard trying to get Gabriel in deeper.

[lotsoflaughs]

Gabriel presses against Dean, forcing him down further although not actually laying on the desk as he speeds his thrusts and adjusts his angle in search of the best one.

[huntsdemons]

The hunter goes willingly letting Gabriel lean him over more and really pound him. The angle was perfect, his prostate being assaulted with every thrust and the full feeling driving all breath from his pleasure ridden body.

"Gabe....need it...please...gotta come..please...please...." He stammers out brokenly.

[lotsoflaughs]

"I don't think you want it enough yet," Gabriel purrs as he keeps thrusting into Dean, enjoying the sounds Dean was making. He intends to see how much Dean can take before allowing him relief.

[huntsdemons]

Dean cries out brokenly as he's pushed near the brink of his willpower. Soon he begins to babble brokenly as the overloading pleasure begins to take away all his communicative abilities.

[lotsoflaughs]

That was what Gabriel was wanting to hear. He keeps his hips snapping forwards into Dean seeking his release. Then he'll let Dean come, although probably not as soon as he'd want to.

[huntsdemons]

Dean whines softly, his head tossed back, eyes closed and body clenching uncontrollably with every thrust Gabe delivers. His mind is lost to the feelings surging through his body. It's enough and too much all at the same time. He hopes the end comes quickly, he needs release...wants it so desperately he's prepared to give Gabriel whatever he wants to get it.

[lotsoflaughs]

No need for Dean to do anything drastic. Gabriel comes after several more thrusts although he keeps rolling his hips forwards, not yet prepared to give Dean a break.

"So, you about ready for your own turn?" Gabriel murmurs, knowing full well that the answer was 'yes'. He slows his thrusts a little, giving Dean a chance to piece his brain back together a bit.

[huntsdemons]

"Please...Gabe please." Dean begs hoarsely his body still trembling because Gabe has not stopped moving completely.

[lotsoflaughs]

Gabriel finally slows to a stop, nipping at the back of Dean's neck. "I'm going to want you back on the bed first. Unless you want to have a mess over here to clean up later."

[huntsdemons]

Dean moans, leaning back into Gabriel's arms enjoying the hold and the simple pleasure of being so full of pleasure and the archangel's thick shaft. "Not sure I can walk..." He offers with a weak and breathless chuckle.

[lotsoflaughs]

Gabriel willingly wraps his arms around Dean. "Saying you need me to carry you?" he teases.

[huntsdemons]

"Saying it might be safer if you did." He offers because orgasm or not he enjoys being held closely like this. "Please take the clamps off?" He asks because that took is becoming a touch too painful.

[lotsoflaughs]

Gabriel makes a sound like he's considering it, unwrapping one arm from around Dean to tug gently at one of them before taking pity and removing it. The other follows soon after.

[huntsdemons]

Dean hisses and arches towards the tug to lessen it. He groans when it's finally removed followed by it's twin. His body clamps down hard upon Gabriel's cock still buried inside of him because the feeling rushing back into the area is intense. His nipples are slightly purple and significantly puffy and raised. They are also exceptionally sensitive.

[lotsoflaughs]

Exactly as it should be. Gabriel's hands go up to tweak Dean's nipples to see what interesting sounds he decides to make.

[huntsdemons]

A broken moan escapes him when his nipples are tormented. Gabe certainly knows what he's doing, Dean's practically writhing in his arms. His cock is leaking profusely, angry reddish purple and also just as sensitive as his chest. "Please, Gabe..."

[lotsoflaughs]

"Please what?" Gabriel pinches Dean's nipples lightly before going to the gentler tweaking.

[huntsdemons]

"Oh god, please just let me come!" He whines forgetting that Gabriel hate's it when he mentions God in anyway mostly because he's so over stimulated and brain addled he's acting on base instinct.

[lotsoflaughs]

Just because it makes Gabriel twitch, it doesn't mean he can't deal. He knows it tends to be people's default and it's more or less meaningless.

Gabriel pulls out of Dean, scooping him up and taking the few steps needed to transfer him to the bed. "On your stomach."