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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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"Yeah...not to complain honestly, but I really kind of do want to eat her out." He says nodding down to the female construct beneath him.

"Later, sugar. First you're going to fill me up some more and get filled," she purrs as the other construct presses its cock into Dean's mouth again and starts slow rocks of its hips forwards as Gabriel matches its pace, seeking out the best angle to use as he fucks Dean.

"Getting rimmed while I eat you out would be awesome too." Dean thinks down at the construct below him while moaning around the cock filling his mouth. Call him a glutton but he honestly can't think of a better place to be. It's absolutely mindboggling and he loves the feelings of pleasure surging through him with every move of Gabe's hips.

Finding the best angle, Gabriel snaps his hips forwards faster and harder as the construct in front of Dean speeds up its thrusts into Dean's mouth.

"Who would have thought that Dean Winchester of all people would enjoy being used like this," Gabriel murmurs in Dean's ear. "We're going to fuck you and make you service us until you're coated in come and can't think straight or of anything but what we're doing to you."

Dean sucks with vigor and does his best to rock with their thrusts. He really does like this, being used and all. It makes him feel...wanted oddly enough. He honestly doesn't think Gabe would do all of this if he wasn't somewhat interested in him. He shivers with the feelings Gabriel's promise invokes. He loves dirty talk and Gabe knows it. He doesn't do it often but when he does it always manages to light Dean's blaze just a little bit more.

It's one of those things Gabriel thinks should be used sparingly to make it more effective when he does use it.

The construct below Dean is the first to come again, crying out and tightening around him as she does so. She reaches up between them to pinch his nipples as she continues to tighten around him, doing her part to keep him overloaded.

Dean moans around the cock spearing his throat as the pressure on his chest, in his mouth, around his cock, and in his ass send him hurtling over the edge once more. He shivers lightly as he's worked through the orgasm but never stops sucking and licking at the shaft in his mouth.

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.

The green eyed hunter has a mini orgasm when he feels the ropes of cum splashing over his cheek and forehead. He leans forward letting the construct rub the head of his cock over Dean's face before slipping back into his mouth so Dean can suck and lick at the head while he gets some much needed air.

His lower body trembles now, little mini orgasms wracking his body with every other thrust or so and small little dribbles still making their way into the construct he was buried inside.

She tightens herself steadily to milk him of everything he had as the other one rocks its hips forwards slightly, already leaking precome again.

Gabriel's not concerned with seeking out his own release at the moment, concentrating on hitting Dean's prostate repeatedly to keep him turned on.

He whines out softly pulling back from the cock in his mouth long enough to give his neck a rest against the one below him. He leans into her shoulder for a few minutes, his body slowly becoming overwhelmed and even as his cock tries to soften, it can't for the continued stimulation.

The construct above him uses its grip on Dean's hair to move his head enough for the one below him to be able to press a kiss on him, her tongue invading his mouth and exploring. The first one strokes itself with its free hand, precome leaking out the tip to drip into Dean's hair.

Who needed to breathe anyway? It was overrated. Dean gasps in lungfuls of air in between the kisses he's giving and being given. He moans softly because oddly enough it's kind of a turn on knowing the male construct above him was jerking off into his hair. Of course all the while Gabriel was still giving it to him and drawing out the seemingly never ending string of small little jerking orgasms.

When the construct is ready to reclaim Dean's attention, he pulls Dean's head up by his hair and places the tip of its cock at Dean's lips, wanting him to give it that little bit more to fall over the edge.

Dean lets himself be moved up and once again feels the cock invade his mouth. His lips are nice and puffy and reds from all the cock sucking and he's slowly developing a nice glaze of come over his body. He's pretty debauched looking but he has no intentions of asking them to stop.

'Gabe, my back hurts now....can you widen the cuff chain a bit or take them off?' he manages to think somewhat clearly, hoping it can be understood.

Gabriel adds two or three links to reduce the strain a bit. "I plan to take them off you completely after this round is done to give you a break," he informs Dean as he starts thrusting with more purpose.

"Thanks." Dean mumbles around the shaft in his throat as the strain on his back was lessened. He could feel another orgasm rushing through him and building higher and higher.

The construct matches its thrusts with Gabriel's in perfect pace, seeking out its orgasm as the construct below Dean also rocks her hips up in tandem with the other two.

Dean does his best to hold out until those fucking him come because he's pretty sure he's gonna need a breather once they all reach the end.

It takes a few thrusts, but all three come, the construct in front of Dean covering his face again. Gabriel keeps thrusting through his orgasm, intent on making Dean come as well. "Come for me."

Dean groans and cries out loudly coming hard and collapsing on the construct below him. "Pull out Gabe...please." He whispers softly and tries to get himself out of the female below him. His cock was way to sensitive as was his prostate. He needed an honest breather.

"Sure thing," Gabriel says, kissing the back of Dean's neck and slowing to a stop before actually pulling out, snapping his fingers to clean himself up. The construct of him moves to lay on its side, head propped on its fist as it waits to see when its needed again.

"Cuffs?" Dean asks after a few minutes. Gabe said he would release him and he was hoping he would do that soon.

"Mm-hmm. There is a rule though. You can't do anything about the come covering you when I let you loose. Think you can handle that?"

"Deal." Dean agrees with a chuckle. "Gotta make sure your claim is well and truly staked huh?"

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