(And he makes it all hard after a better day!)
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Dean declares, rolling into bed and covering his face with his pillow, ignoring Gabriel’s immediate scowly, what’s-wrong-now-spill-it face and praying he’ll be quiet and just let Dean rest.
No such luck — kisses down his arms, kisses on his palms, a lick on each fingertip and then a sucking kiss at his navel, and Dean twitches despite himself. “I said I didn’t want to talk about it,” he says, his voice devolving into a groan as Gabriel undoes his belt and slides his jeans down over his ass and thighs.
“You’re the only one talking around here,” Gabriel observes with a bite on Dean’s inner thigh; “I’ve got better things to do with my mouth.”
And oh, yes, he does — that first lick against his balls sends a shudder of uncontrollable sensation through Dean, and then the head of his cock is being sucked to unbearable sensitivity, the shaft hardening in Gabriel’s capable hands, and Dean’s perfectly content to make all the noise in the world as Gabriel loosens his tongue one tight, delicious suck at a time.
(And he makes it all hard after a better day!)
Sam cursed as he got the voicemail again, he hung up and redialed again, starting to get worried as Dean continued to not pick up, he paced the room they were staying at and hoped —as annoying as it was— his brother was getting lucky and not in trouble.
Just as Sam was getting ready to hang up and go after him the line connected, Sam let out a breath as he heard a faint murmur on the other end, “I swear to god, Dean, if you blew me off just so you could get some tail I’ll-“
“Sammy,” a loud, obnoxious, and utterly familiar voice cut him off and Sam felt a chill go through him as Gabriel spoke —over the vocal protests of Dean in the background— over the phone, “Think we can cut this short?”
“Gabriel, wait- Where’s Dea-” Sam was cut off by a loud and obvious moan followed by the faint creak of springs, Sam choked on air and froze, “What?”
“Sorry, Dean’s a bit tied up for now,” Gabriel chuckled obscenely and Dean cursed loudly, the creaking of springs didn’t stop, and Sam quickly ended the call cutting off another moan before hunting down that half full bottle Dean kept by his bed.
There is no question —as far as Gabriel is concerned— of where Dean needs to be in the world, he knows it from the second he slides into the man and Dean takes his dick so easily.
Those full lips opening on a groan that Gabriel can feel in his bones even as he’s amazed at how incredibly right his ass feels, clenching around his dick as he starts to thrust, unable to keep still for a second longer.
Dean moves with him, demanding more as he meets each of Gabriel’s thrusts, greedy for everything he can have and that wanton look of pure lust looks so good on him that Gabriel wonders how hard it would be to keep the human like this forever.
To keep Dean open and so pliant under him, hot ass always surrounding his dick, and calloused fingers always pulling at Gabriel as Dean moans a constant litany of dirty demands.
Gabriel buries himself in Dean with a groan, coming to the thought of that, and manages to get a hand on Dean’s hard dick, one stroke making the man shudder and come under him, giving Gabriel a new favorite thing to watch.
lokilicious asked: Supernatural, Castiel/Chuck/Dean/Gabriel/Sam, They take their turn fucking Dean, and he loves every second of it. Creampie. Multiple orgasm.
Sam is first and last, always; he’s the one who lures Dean, kisses him until he’s red-faced and wrecked, eases him onto the bed and spreads him open with patient and careful fingers. And it’s Sam who fucks him first, but when Sam is done, and his come is sliding out of Dean in hot globs and clinging to his thighs, Dean’s not satisfied. He needs another cock, he needs to be filled, and with Sam spent it’s Castiel who comes to the rescue, filling him and fucking him in abrupt, harsh strokes.
Gabriel’s a new addition to their fun, and he’s brought Chuck along, and after Castiel’s fucking Dean’s raw and red and shouting, demanding through gritted teeth for more — for Gabriel’s cock, smooth and curved to slide into him and make him shout with bliss with every bump against his prostate, or Chuck who holds his thighs and closes his eyes and makes soft mewling sounds and he rocks his hips forward against Dean’s hips.
And every few minutes Dean’s brought over the edge into another orgasm, the pool of white below his bent knees and flushed cock growing with each new person who pushes into him, until he’s covered with all their come and all of his own — and that’s when Sam finishes him off, licking it off his body, taking his cock and balls into his mouth until Dean’s coming one last time with a final scream; spent at last, he curls into sleep in Sam’s gentle arms.
Anonymous asked: Supernatural, Dean and Gabe. BDSM, Dean is the dom, but he seems to be the one who needs aftercare to be reminded he’s a good person. Gabe gives it to him.
Gabriel is still shouting and gasping in need when Dean pulls out, rubs his thumb over Gabriel’s hole and smears his ass with the white of Dean’s come. Gabriel’s always so nicely groomed and clean for him, and so ready for his fuckings, but as Dean looks at him he starts to doubt, starts to feel as though he’s crossed some line to subdue this wild creature and use him. He backs away; Gabriel turns around, sees the look on his face, and straightens up, easing himself off the bed.
“Hey, kid,” Gabriel murmurs, sliding against him and cupping his face in two hands, “I give up my power here for a reason, remember? This is good for us, it’s good for me, so no freaking out,” and Dean nods, lets Gabriel kiss him, and wraps his arms around the god who calls him master; his hand drops to Gabriel’s still-hard cock, and as Gabriel gasps, he tugs it gently — he can at least bring Gabriel satisfaction, and that can be his penance.
“That is wrong,” Dean says, pointing at it, “that shit is going to cause an infection.”
“Because I would really let that happen,” Gabriel says, taking a lick of the swirling stick of sugar before lining it up like a cue stick on a pool table; “think of it this way, at least it’s not rock candy,” he says, and in the moment Dean winces at the concept, Gabriel pushes it in. Dean lets out a yelp of “holy fuck,” because the different colors are pulsing at different rates inside him, like a living, warm, sugary vibrator. He’s groaning, bucking up into the bizarre candy-cum-dildo, trying to figure how on earth it works even as he’s helpless at the waves of multicolored pleasure it’s sending through his body. And despite his fondness for sweets, Gabriel slides next to him to gulp down the salty-watery taste of his come.
She was cute and blond with a pert nose and a wry sense of humor, and if Gabriel could stop being jealous long enough he’d probably come to the conclusion that at least he’s still Dean’s type, but he can’t. And what’s more, he doesn’t want to, not when every shove and mark is making Dean hotter, not when Dean’s impudent I-dare-you stare is ginning Gabriel up into a desperate haze of rage-desire. “You belong to me, you sad little sack of meat,” Gabriel hisses, “and if I can’t drill that into your head I’m gonna fuck it into you instead, so pick a hole and open up.”
Dean’s legs spread wide at the words, and he humps up desperately into the hot lump of Gabriel’s cock. “So glad you picked that one,” Gabriel says, cracking a smile for the first time that night, and he seals his mouth over Dean’s in a possessive kiss, hand loosening on Dean’s pinned wrist long enough to snap his fingers and mojo Dean into readiness. When he slides in, they both groan, lost in the sensation, and then Dean’s snarling at him again, muttering “Harder,” and Gabriel obliges with short, stabbing thrusts that bury him in heat and fill Dean to the hilt, making them both cry out.
“You can’t break me,” Gabriel sneers, “I’m stronger than you by far, Dean-boy, you’re not gonna beat me into submission.”
“Who said anything about beating you?” Dean says, and holds up the plug; Gabriel’s eyes widen, but that’s all he can do before it’s vibrating inside him, and his cock is swelling to fullness at the good feelings rushing through him.
Dean waits until he’s started gyrating his hips, murmuring “yes, fucking yes,” and then slips the ring on, watching as it tightens until the blood flow is cut off and Gabriel’s cock and balls are both swelling dangerously.
“Oh, come on,” Gabriel groans, “that’s not fair,” and Dean just smirks and kneels, taking Gabriel’s dick in his mouth and sucking hard.
When Gabriel is reduced to crying out, begging Dean for release, Dean lets go and looks up; “so,” he says, “what was that about me not being able to break you?”
Anonymous asked: Supernatural, Dean/Gabriel. Gabriel likes to be as non-human as possible, and Dean’s shocked to discover it’s a turn-on.
Gabriel grows horns as a joke — “see how horny I am for you,” he teases — and Dean is annoyed and doesn’t wanna look at them, but in the heat of passion he hooks his legs under them as Gabriel drives in, and the angle very nearly drives him out of his mind. After that, he’s a lot more open-minded, and though halfway he needs an explanation as to exactly what Gabriel is becoming, he usually doesn’t have the breath to ask for it until long, long after the transformation has come and gone. This is how Dean realizes certain types of wings secrete oil that can come in handy when trying to make an angel moan. This is how he learns that Gabriel has a thing for having his fur pulled… that is, when he’s got fur; scales can take less abuse. And yes, this is indeed how Dean discovers the multi-orgasmic magic of knotting.
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“D’you think that just maybe, for once, I could have a bath in peace?” groans Dean, but with Gabriel straddling him and rocking their hips together in slow, steady grinds, his words have no bite to them. Gabriel just laughs, cocks rubbing together in a dirty-slick slide through the water as he leans forward and bites his way up Dean’s neck.
“You love it, Dean-o,” he murmurs, leaning up to kiss Dean enthusiastically, mouth hot and sloppy against the hunter’s, and Dean moans his approval.
“Fuck yeah I do,” breathed Dean against Gabriel’s mouth, reaching one hand down to wrap around their cocks, pulling them both together, and the human and the angel groan in unison, Gabriel’s mouth falling open as he pants for breath against the side of Dean’s neck.
Dean’s close, so close, and it takes only a few more pushes of Gabriel’s hips against his through the warm water, their cocks sliding wetly through his fist before he’s coming with a low groan, entire body trembling and sending water slopping over the sides of the bath – Gabriel’s not far behind, and he claws at Dean’s chest as he shudders through his orgasm, and between the two of them, the bath’s suddenly not so clean any more.