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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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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?"

"And you're just gonna even messy again anyway, so why bother?" he says with a smirk, snapping his fingers to remove the cuffs. "Now don't you have something to do with your mouth?"

The female construct takes a moment to sit up and press a kiss on Dean before letting him go, keeping her legs spread and revealing his come leaking out of her.

Dean takes a moment to stretch his arms this way and that to work out the tension and the pain from being restrained for so long. Once he's more comfortable he leans down between the spread legs of the female construct and licks up her center. He doesn't waste much time before he's eating her out with abandon. He offers sighs and moans as he laps and suckles at her clit before dipping in to taste their combined essence and then returning to her clit.

She moans in approval, forming a light grip on his hair with one hand and occasionally rocking her hips up. "There you go, sugar."

Gabriel, for his part, just watches. And talks. "I was originally going to fuck you while you did this, but I think you could use a bit of a break."

'Thanks. Maybe later, if you're good.' Dean attempts to think out to him of course it's a little difficult when your doing your best to please the woman beneath you. She may not be real but Dean's certainly treating her like she is.

The seed all over his face is being mixed together with what he's currently trying to clean up making it even more erotic. Technically he's not trying to wipe the mess up with his hands...so it's still kosher, right?

Gabriel just snorts in response. Dean seems to have forgotten that he signed himself over to whatever Gabriel wanted to do to him. He's lucky he was only dumb enough to do it with him instead of of say, Lucifer. At least Gabriel cares if his human bedpartners enjoy themselves.

The construct moans again, her grip on Dean's hair tightening. "Almost there. Make me come."

Dean only meant it as a joke, he's fully on board with whatever Gabe's got planned so long as he can physically handle it. But right now he's enjoying the breathy sighs and moans of the one he's pleasing. He ups his pace and slips two fingers inside of her to egg her on to her release.