The first bead slips in easy, small and blue and swallowed greedily by the tight clench of Sam’s hole as it sucks the sphere into his body – the second, and the third, and the fourth all follow in quick succession, each slightly larger than the last, disappearing until only the thin string leading to the next one is visible. Sam groans as Gabriel pushes the fifth one in, considerably larger than the fourth, but his puffy hole stretches around it all the same, welcoming it in as he shifts his hips and the beads move, pressing against that sweet spot and making him hiss.
Gabriel’s all the way to the eighth bead – there’s ten of them, the last slightly smaller than a snooker ball – before Sam gaps out, “Gabe, I need to come, please, please let me come,” hips shifting restlessly on the bed, tiny little twitches and clenches making the beads inside him sift deliciously. But the archangel just shakes his head, grinning; there’s no way Sam’s coming until all the beads are inside him, but as Gabriel pushes the eight bead in and watches Sam’s hole stretch around it, greedy and red and swollen, he wonders if they’re all going to fit – already, he can see just a hint of blue where there’s not space for the bead to sink all the way in.
By the time Gabriel’s pushing the last bead in, Sam’s gasping out incoherent noises against the sheets, the archangel’s fingers tight around the base of his cock to stop him from coming as he rocks the bead slowly back and forth against Sam’s hole until it sinks most of the way in, leaving him stretched open; Sam’s sobbing by now, desperate, and when Gabriel pulls the beads out in one long tug and lets go of Sam’s cock, the hunter comes with a scream.