The setup is pretty garish — Gabriel chomping a candy cigar, sitting behind his conjured-up desk and buzzing Sam in to “take some dic…..tation.” Still, Sam feels beautiful, in a Mad Men kind of way, in her equally conjured tight dress and heels, and when Gabriel gives her the once-over, she can’t help but cock her hip and strike a pose before saying, “anything you need, Boss.”
Cut to the chase and Sam’s on her back on the desk, skirt hiked over her waist and legs spread — heels still on, obviously — wide in the air. Gabriel’s dropped the cigar, but his mouth still tastes of the candy as he devours Sam’s mouth, leaning over her and running his hands up and down her long legs. He thrusts in slow and deliberate, and Sam’s wetter than she thought she’d be, completely enthralled with the world Gabriel’s created specifically for her, to make her the sexiest creature in their little pocket universe.
Sam tugs on the collar, and Gabriel gives a little whine of discomfort before he follows Sam in a trot across the room and to the bed. He pauses at the foot of the bed — good dogs don’t just jump on furniture — and waits for Sam to tug on the leash again.
Which he does, and the yank at his neck makes Gabriel cough, but he jumps up onto the bed and straddles Sam’s body, panting in excitement.
“Ride me,” Sam orders, and Gabriel obeys, sinking onto Sam’s cock with his always freshly-slicked ass. And now the leash comes in handy well - little tugs this way or that tell Gabriel just how to move, how deep to go and whether to keep a steady pace or just ride to his heart’s content — when they’re close, Sam usually lets go of the leash, and that means Gabriel is free to fuck himself to orgasm on Sam’s cock.
Gabriel’s so hard he’s aching, and it’s all Sam’s fault; all the spanking and whipping, the slow sensuous care afterward and the removal of Gabriel’s clothes piece by piece have all gotten him whipped up into a frenzy. “Sam,” he whines, giving Sam the best, pleading eyes he can.
“Jesus,” Sam whispers, kissing his shoulder, “you’re fucking sexy, I want to watch you touch yourself, Gabe.”
“Whatever you want,” Gabriel says, thogh his ass will feel empty for the whole night now; still, as a sub, it’s not his place to ask Sam to finger him or fuck him. So he wraps his hands around his cock and starts to massage, moving his fingers up the shaft, twisting his wrist as he glides fingertips over the head and shudders.
“God, could get off so quickly doing this,” he mutters, and Sam’s order is “take your time”— so Gabriel grits his teeth, forces himself to go slow — slow enough that Sam takes his own cock and hand and jerks off watching him, a mutual feast for the eyes that, in the end, has them both panting and groaning with release too soon.
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Gabriel pants, salivating, as Sam strips from the waist down and sits down in the big, comfortable chair in the corner. “C’mere, boy,” he says, a wicked grin on his face, and as Gabriel pads over on his hands and knees, Sam starts stroking his cock to hardness. Watching the flesh firm up gives Gabriel his own boner, and he whines with want as Sam slowly spreads his legs and indicates where he wants Gabriel. Gabriel wants to hump his leg, do anything to get off at the sight of that delicious cock, but maybe he’ll be rewarded later; for now, he has a job to do.
He licks wetly all around the shaft, inhaling the musky smell and relishing the firm feel and salty taste of Sam’s erection against his tongue and lips. When he starts sucking, Sam’s groan fills the room, and suddenly Gabriel’s far more hungry for this bone than he wants relief for his own; dogs love bones, after all, and there’s none finer than this gorgeous one he gets to fit his mouth around and suck until it gives him all the salt-sweet taste he can handle.
It wasn’t fair really, and Gabriel knew it. He just really, really liked to see Sam’s huge body spread wide, wrists and ankles wrapped in chains and cock hard with anticipation for Gabe’s next move. Of course, he would never give Sam what he wanted until he begged for it, letting his ass brush the length of Sam’s dick over and over, hand cupped to his ear as he dramatically listened for those three little words.
“Fuck me, please!” Sam finally bellowed, muscles flexing hard as he tried to rip the chains from the wall.
But maybe Gabriel could make him wait a little longer… maybe Sam would like to watch him with this dildo, fucking himself right above Sam’s cock, using this toy instead of Sam; maybe then Sam would really beg.
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Sam’s eyes aren’t closed; he sees the parade passing by above him and he knows it’s not a dream he’s having, but he can’t quite believe it’s real life.
The women that move on top of him, he knows them — Jess, her body milky, her smile magnanimous; Madison, in dark-haired beauty, her eyes near transparent as she moves sinuously above him; Sarah, all effervescence and energy when she rides him, long legs bent so he can caress her thighs when she comes.
And he knows the men too, though most of them aren’t men but angels — Castiel, who looks at him like a human finally and pumps into him with singleminded determination; Gabriel with his smiles and wicked teases, licking everywhere and driving Sam to frenzied shouts; Balthazar lean and languid, taking pleasure as effortlessly as he gives it; and first and last and always, Dean, his everything, melding into him seamlessly, and Sam sheds tears, because he knows this isn’t real life after all.
That’s because, though it’s real, it’s not life: this is eternity, his reward, to be loved by all the people he’s loved in his life, in succession, into eternity; and Dean is really there with him, because they died as they lived, together.
Gabriel pulls back to see his handiwork, or, rather, his hand-and-mouth work, and nods approvingly; Sam’s cock is swollen, overfull, glistening with saliva and precome. And Sam himself is straining, barely able to stay still as he sits on the bed and clutches the balled-up sheets in white-knuckled hands.
“Fuck,” he manages to hiss out, “fuck, take it off, Gabriel, I’ve gotta come—”
Gabriel hefts his balls gently, making Sam jerk hard, his muscles locking up; “yeah,” he says finally, “yeah, it’s about time I let you go a little.”
He unfastens the ring, and his mouth is barely over Sam’s cock again before Sam is letting loose with a spurt of come onto his tongue, and another following that; his balls are still burning with want, though, and after the headrush of the orgasm is through he finds himself still pumping his hips up into Gabriel’s soft mouth until another orgasm wracks its violent way through his body and leaves him collapsing backward onto the bed.
Sam chooses what she wears to bed carefully, she doesn’t like to be predictable and hates wearing the same thing too often, it helps that she has a lot to choose from, an entire dresser filled with colorful bits of lace and silk and even a bit of leather.
Sometimes she can’t choose between the lingerie and will pull out a handful to try on, carefully tugging the delicate cloth into place before critically analyzing herself in the mirror from multiple angles, not stopping until she finds the set that best pleases her that night.
Tonight is one of those nights, Sam has already discarded three different lacy teddies and firmly rejected the leather corset and garter combo before slipping on a pair of sheer black panties that caress her skin and feel right even before she pulls on the matching see through camisole.
She twists and turns in front of the full length mirror, admiring the way her breasts look through the fabric before she turns around and walks to the bed, Gabriel grins and sits up from his lazy sprawl to pull her into his lap, fingers as greedy as his eyes as he touches her through the cloth she’s chosen for the night, “You always pick the best wrappings for presents, babe.”
Sam snorts even as Gabe’s fingers find her nipples through the cami and use the material to his advantage, both of them ignoring the hard flesh poking against her thigh for the moment, Sam sighs as Gabe starts sucking wet patches into the cloth and against her skin, “Only because it’s cute watching you unwrap your gifts.”
