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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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"Thanks." He says standing up and being still for a second while the feeling returns to his legs. Once he can move without falling over he moves to sit on the bed like Gabriel asked him too.

Gabriel closes his jeans back up--mostly for dignity reasons--before kneeling in front of Dean, parting his legs slightly. He runs his tongue lightly along Dean's cock, watching his reaction, before taking him into his mouth and starting to bob his head.

Dean whines and jumps when Gabriel kneels and then leans forward to start paying attention to his own leaking shaft. He tugs at his restraints because he want's to run his fingers through Gabe's soft hair as he sucks him with gusto. It isn't long before Dean's panting softly, release building higher and higher with every bob of the angel's head.

When Gabriel decides that Dean's getting too close, he stops, letting Dean drop out of his mouth. One snap of his fingers later, he's making sure that Dean can't come before he says he can.

Then he reaches up to pinch one of Dean's nipples, watching his reaction with a thoughtful hum.

Dean whines pitifully when his release is denied a second time. He also wasn't expecting the cock ring that encircled the base of his shaft preventing any orgasm from accidentally slipping passed him. He wasn't expecting the nipple pinch either and recoiled with a hiss on instinct.

"Fuck...that hurt..."

"Sorry, little harder than I meant to." He rubs his thumb soothingly over the pinched nipple, still humming a bit. "I'm thinking that I'll clear off your desk, bend you over it, and fuck you there. Along with giving you a little something else to pay attention to."

He tweaks Dean's other nipple, seeing if Dean catches on.

Dean leans into that soothing touch and moans when the other nipple is tweaked. "I can get on top of that." Dean says to Gabriel's plan with a wag of his eyebrows to show he's making a joke. "Do I get to come this time?" He's kind of feeling a little desperate now and his erection is looking more purple than red.

Gabriel shakes his head. "Believe me, you'll know when I'll allow you to."

He fastens his teeth gently to one of Dean's nipples to worry it into being stiff enough for his purposes. Once it is, he snaps his fingers and attaches the newly made nipple clamp before repeating the same with the other. "All good?"

Dean hisses out when the clamps are placed onto his chest. He's not used to them, never really thought to use them on himself before. After a moment the sharp pain dulled and just felt tight...pinching but in a good way. His hard cock jerked slightly, his body torn between the pain and the pleasure Gabriel was inflicting upon him.

That was the idea. Used properly, pain can be a turn-on and improve the experience.

Gabriel presses another kiss on Dean, clearing the desk with a thought as he does so and moving the chair out of the way. Then he moves back and tugs Dean up. "Over to the desk."

The hunter moans softly and presses further into the kiss. When Gabe told him to get over the desk he hesitated. If he laid on the surface the clamps would be pulled and twisted with every movement and it made him wince a bit thinking about it.

"Um...do I have to lay on it directly?"

Gabriel shakes his head, understanding Dean's reluctance. "Lean, not lay."

"Okay," Dean nods and moves to do as Gabe asked of him. He leans over the desk waiting patiently for Gabe to do as he wanted.

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.

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.

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.

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...."

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.

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

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.

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.

"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.

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.

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.

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.