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He had a kink. Nevermind that Gabriel actively encouraged it. A lot. Then proceeded to tease him about it. How was he supposed to help it? They were...just...fuck. He had a kink.
Really. Really. Badly. And Gabriel took advantage of it. All the fucking time.
It didn’t help that he had walked into the motel room after a few hours at the library and found Gabriel sprawled out on a bed much bigger than the one he had left that morning. With all six of his wings spread out across the red silk sheets.
Gabriel’s wings were a hundred different colors, shades of honey-gold. Sam knew that every feather was soft to the touch and that they were more sensitive than skin. That touching them turned Gabriel on more than anything else.
“Planning on actually coming over here Sammy? Or are you just going to stand in the doorway?” Gabriel twisted, arching his back a little, smirking when he saw Sam’s cheeks flush after he did it.
Sam swallowed and closed the door behind him, making a point to slide the deadbolt into the lock. “Gabriel...”
“You had mentioned something about having a wing kink, didn’t you kid?”
He stared at Gabriel on the bed and narrowed his eyes. So that’s the way it was going to be. Fine. Two could play this game. Sam kicked off his boots and pulled his socks off, bending to make sure Gabriel got a good look at his ass.
Next came his flannel, then the t-shirt. Then the belt. When he looked at the bed again, Gabriel’s wings were quivering and his eyes were glowing as they stared at his chest. Perfect.
Sam paused a moment and stretched, letting his jeans fall lower to expose his hip bones, reaching up towards the ceiling. He could feel Gabriel’s eyes on the line of his jeans. Sam gave himself a moment to enjoy the appraisal before he relaxed and studied Gabriel on the bed.
In two strides he was on the bed, straddling Gabriel’s hips with his knees, his hands buried into the feathers of his wings. Sam smirked when he felt the archangel shudder and gasp. Even if he didn’t need air, Gabriel always made a convincing show of it.
Lowering himself closer to Gabriel, Sam didn’t allow any part of their bodies to touch other than his hands in Gabriel’s wings. Slowly, he worked his hands along the wings until his whole forearm and fingers were buried in the warm feathers. He could feel them pulse with heat, a sure sign that his angel was enjoying himself.
Sam lowered his lips to Gabriel’s ear and tugged on the feathers his hands were buried in, smirking when Gabriel jerked under him with a loud groan. “Don’t you dare touch me. I want your fists clenched in the sheets or I stop now.” He shifted his arms, stretching up and carding his fingers through the primary feathers of his topmost wings, careful to still keep his arms pressed to the feathers.
“Finding yourself with a few new kinks Sammy?” Gabriel managed to get out, groaning when Sam tugged hard on a few feathers.
He gave a slow chuckle in Gabriel’s ear. “This one isn’t new. In fact, it’s old enough that I’d say I’m rather good at it.” Sam exhaled slowly, letting the hot air tease Gabriel’s neck. “That still seems to be true based on how hard you are right now Gabriel. Hard for me.”
Gabriel let out a hoarse chuckle. “Hit me with your best shot kid.”
“I plan to.” Sam purred, pressing his fingers in deeper, smirking when Gabriel arched underneath him, trying to press against him. Even if Gabriel could have had him on his back in less than a second, it was a rush of power to keep him, an archangel, pinned like this.
“I think the hottest thing about you like this is how your wings quiver when I touch them." Sam whispered, carding his fingers to the base of that set of wings.
"Even if you don't say a word, I can tell just how turned on you are by your wings." Sam turned away from Gabriel's neck and instead buried his face in the much smaller feathers at the base of his wings.
"How much you want to fuck me." He paused and grinned against the feathers. "Or be fucked by me. You know I'm not picky." Gabriel squirmed under him, his hips bucking, making him smirk.
"Which is it going to be tonight Gabriel?" Sam elongated Gabriel's name into a purr against the feathers, feeling his whole body shudder.
"If you can't guess-"
"Shut up." Sam interrupted, tugging on more feathers. "Of course I can. You laid out on the bed like an offering? You want to be fucked and fucked hard." He turned his head back to Gabriel's ear, breathing slowly against him. "But I want to hear you say it."
He shifted to stare into Gabriel's eyes, pleased to see they stayed riveted on him. "Say it."
Gabriel laughed. "Making demands now?"
Sam smiled at him. "Humor me. I will make it worth your while."
"I suppose." Gabriel tossed his head back and met Sam's eyes. "Want you to fuck me."
"Hard?" Gabriel shivered under him again. It was always rewarding to see just how effected the angel was by his voice. Especially like this.
"Enough teasing. Get on with it."
"Oh no. I have plans for you first." Sam whispered, slowly removing his hand from one of Gabriel's wings. He ignored the glare from Gabriel and trailed his fingers along the edge of his jeans.
"Those plans involve me leaving this bed if you don't hurry up Sasquatch."
Sam narrowed his eyes. Well then. Only one thing to do. He leaned in, close to the angel's ear again. "I never liked dirty talking in porn." He trailed his fingers up over Gabriel's stomach. "In fact, it embarrassed the hell out of me." A slow stroke up his breastbone was next. "But what I found I did like?" He let his fingers roam higher, up and over the muscles of Gabriel's shoulders.
"You gonna tell me or do you just want me to guess?"
"I love hearing someone be reduced to nothing more than whimpers and moans. And my name of course." Sam slid his fingers into the soft down that covered the very base of Gabriel's topmost set of wings and got his reward.
Gabriel's entire body arched up off the bed, only his heels and shoulders touching the bed, his head thrown back, mouth hanging open. Sam smirked at the sight and stroked over the soft down, enjoying the keening whine that escaped his angel.
"You think I didn't notice how sensitive this area was? How hard and desperate it makes you?" Sam let out a shaky breath, licking his lips. "I don't think I have a wing kink as much as I am addicted to your reactions."
Sam rubbed his fingers over the soft down again. "I don't know what I want more." He watched Gabriel squirm under him, his breath coming in harder pants. “To fuck you, or make you come just like this, with my hands on your wings and my mouth to your ear.” He combed his fingers through the downy feathers again, Gabriel’s shout of his name making him smirk.
“At least take my pants off.”
Sam chuckled. “Not a chance.”
A snap echoed in the air.
He frowned down at Gabriel. He didn’t need to look to see that they were both naked now. “I did say no.”
“Well, if you’re going to make me sit here, I’m at least going to give myself a decent view.”
Sam chuckled. “I would have stripped you eventually.”
Gabriel waved a hand. “Continue with what you were doing.”
“You are such a dick.” Sam muttered, pressing his face to Gabriel’s neck. He took a moment to figure out what he wanted to do next, just slowly stroking the tiny feathers at the base of each wing with his left hand.
“You love it.” Gabriel panted, his head falling back again.
“I do.” Sam said. He pulled his other hand from Gabriel’s wing, smiling when the angel whined. “Stop whining, I’ll take care of you.”
Gabriel waggled his eyebrows. “I bet you will Sammy.”
Sam growled. “Lucifer might be a giant bag of dicks, but you have your moments.” He stared at Gabriel for a long moment, debating on what he wanted to do.
“Sammy, either figure out and decide what you are going to do or-”
“You distracted me!” Sam accused.
“All I did was get naked.” Gabriel raised an eyebrow. “I’m that distracting naked? Good to know...”
He groaned and pulled his hands away from Gabe’s wings completely. “You are distracting all of the time.”
Gabriel smirked. “But especially when naked?”
“All the time.” Sam growled, shifting on top of Gabriel.
“All right, all right. I’ll play along, but only if you promise to go back to what you were doing.” Gabriel snapped again and they were both back in their jeans.
Sam laughed. “Hedonist.”
Gabriel raised a finger. “Correction. Pagan god.”
“Duly noted. So I guess you picked your option.” Sam shifted and stretched out over Gabriel again. “Also, you putting clothes back on me is about a thousand times weirder than you taking them off.”
“I could take them off again if you like.”
“Nah, leave ‘em on. I like the idea of you coming in your pants like a teenager.” Sam pressed his arms to Gabriel’s wings again and enjoyed the groan it got him.
“Kinky bastard!” Gabriel accused.
“Says the guy who was spread out on my bed, wings and all, when he knows I have a wing kink.”
“What can I say? It’s a kink I can personally appreciate.”
Sam carded his fingers through the wings, making his way to the base of them again. Gabriel got progressively louder the closer he got, dissolving into a mantra of his name. “See, this?” He spread his fingers across the base of Gabriel’s wings, leaving them there as Gabriel squirmed. “This is what I love. You, spread out for me, hard for me, saying my name while I molest your wings.”
He felt Gabriel’s hips snap up, looking for friction and smirked. “Could you come for me if I kept touching you here?”
“At least you admit it is-oh fuck Sam!” Gabriel clenched his eyes shut as Sam scratched lightly along the bone. “Molesting, fuck.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Sam said, repeating the slow scratch, watching as Gabriel’s mouth fell open and he started to pant. “A definite yes.” He waited until Gabriel looked at him again before doing it once more.
“Yes, damnit, yes!”
Sam smirked. “Well. Guess I’d better take care of you then.” He shifted and pressed his thigh between Gabriel’s, giving him the friction he was looking for. He rocked his hips slowly against his angel and watched him groan again.
“I don’t think you’ve ever been passive in your entire life Gabriel. Don’t disappoint me now.” Sam purred into his ear, one hand moving away from the base of his wings to the primary feathers of his middle wing. He waited only a moment before he started to stroke in both places, pleased when Gabriel cried out again.
If he had thought that Gabriel was responding earlier, it was nothing compared to how he came alive at that order. His hips rocked up frantically, golden eyes glowing bright, his wings twitching and moving with the rest of his body. Sam froze, staring down at the angel below him until one of Gabriel’s hands dove into his hair and pulled him close enough for their lips to be touch.
“You stop now and I’m turning you into a moose for the indefinite future.”
He grinned. “Kinky.” Sam swallowed Gabriel’s response with a kiss before he could distract him again. Gabriel was rocking against him insistently now, it wouldn’t take much more to send him over the edge. Sam tightened his fingers in one wing, pulling on the feathers, glad to feel Gabriel jerk under him at the touch.
“Sam!”
Gabriel shouting his name would never get old. Ever. Especially in that Voice. The hint of power in his voice that reminded Sam exactly who and what he was going to bed with. Sam shifted his hand, removing it from the wingbone before he pressed his entire hand to where all of his wings met. He curled his hand and gave a good, hard scratch from there down Gabriel’s spine.
Gabriel screamed.
“So...wing kink?”
Sam turned to look at Gabriel and huffed out a laugh. “Fuck. Yes.”
Gabriel fell back against the pillow and gave a thumbs up. “I’ll get you back.”
He smiled. “I look forward to it.”
“When I can feel my vessel again. What the hell did you do?”
“You tell me, I have no idea.” Sam rested his head on his arms and couldn’t keep the grin off his face. “Other than make you come in your pants.”
“Payback is going to be such a bitch.” Gabriel promised. “You will beg.”
Sam reached out to push some of Gabriel’s hair off of his forehead. “When you can move again.”
“Fuck. You.” Gabriel exhaled and smiled.
He gave Gabriel a pat on the shoulder. “Maybe later.”