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Sam had Gabriel pinned against the wall of a fancy hotel room the archangel zapped them off to for some kinky sexy time with his favorite moose. Those were the shorter man's exact words.
Sam’s palm looked ridiculously large and dwarved the throat of Gabe’s chosen vessel while a one of Sam’s muscled thigh shoved between his legs gave him something to rut against.
“Mmm…so hard already little angel, now let's continue our exploration from last time. I wanna see if I can make you come just from that.” He pushed his leg in a little harder and higher against Gabe's cock which was obscenely outlined through the fabric of his beige dress pants, a dark spot already forming from pure excitement.
“Fuck Gabe, you’re already you leaking through your pants and I haven't even started yet, so needy and desperate for touch aren't you?”
Sam walked a fine line between baiting and dirty talk, knowing full well Gabe could turn the tables on him without breaking a sweat. The fact that the powerful celestial let him do this with him, made it all the more special.
“Samooose…. come on handsome giant, let's…..ugh…let's….” His words faded into desperate soft whines and pained moans which Sam absolutely lived for. He had one of Gabe’s nipples between his teeth, dragging and biting more roughly because he knew he could and didn't have to hold back not his strength, not his size, he couldn’t break Gabe if he tried. The other bud was held captive between Sam's talented fingertips which twisted and pulled the little nub causing positively delightful little gasps to tumble from the archangel’s throat, his head flung back. His golden brown eyes were half-lidded with unashamed lust and excitement as the leanly muscled compact body writhed against Sam’s tight grip on his throat and against the ridiculously large leg in between his own. Gabriel’s hips were just barely half way up the height of Sam’s thigh, their size difference among other things was a driving factor in this casual arrangement they had going.
To have the constantly bantering warrior of God before him, incapable of forming words because of the pleasure Sam, a lowly human of questionable repute, bestowed upon him was something the young Winchester could have never dreamt up even in the wildest of dreams.
Sam bounced his leg up and down to add a bit more pressure and friction while he switched his touches from rough and punishing to soft and gentle to quite literally keep his angel on his toes. He could tell by the fast erratic movements of Gabe’s hips that he was close. Amber eyes pleading when the hunter made eye contact before clashing their lips together hungrily. He clamped his fingers down tight around Gabe’s throat, taking away the breath the powerful being didn’t need but whose vessel seemed wired to react regardless.
Pinned like that Sam kept rolling his thigh and kept kissing the angel until his lips were red and swollen from it before nipping his lower lip sharply for a few seconds and finally devoured him with his tongue as he mapped every breathless corner of Gabriel’s mouth. All it took from there was a vicious twist of his nipple to catapult his angelic lover over the edge into full bodied climax. Sam felt him shudder, lips gasping for air he wasn’t getting, his head rolled back against the wall the tell-tale heat of his spend seeping through the fabric below as Sam rutted him through the delightful aftershocks until he finally loosened his grip on the shorter man’s throat, so he could drag in a few desperate breaths.
“Fuck Samshine… you’re… vicious.. ahahah… too…. t t too sensitive.” Gabe exclaimed as Sam kept rolling his firm thigh against his quickly too sensitive cock.
Sam took mercy on him and pulled his leg back and released his grip from the man’s throat entirely before he leaned down to kiss the archangel more gently, reverent and loving this time. He cupped Gabriel’s cheek in one large palm, thumb rubbing across the tender lips while tracing the fingertips of his other hand down the length of his arm before lacing their fingers together.
“Don’t you ever again think of yourself as lowly and of questionable repute or so help me Chuck I’ll spank those thoughts right out of your pert peach of an ass the next time we meet.” Gabe accompanied his statement with piercing amber eyes that told Sam that he meant every single word.