#dean x gabriel

Dean/Gabriel requested by @breakaway71. You can nominatea pairing for another day of Kinktober if you like!

“I’m gonna guess,” Dean says lazily, “that this is supposed to be a prank, right? Dean Winchester wakes up wearing women’s underwear?”

“Not just the underwear, sport,” Gabriel says, sounding insulted. “The whole ensemble was carefully picked out. You should see yourself.”

Deancan see himself, at least from the chest down: gauzy, translucent teddy with silk ribbons, in bright red; soft satiny panties at his hips; garter tantalizingly placed at his thigh. His muscles are hard beneath all the softness. He looks incredible, and there’s this high-flying euphoria that’s singing through his system now, the precursor to the ecstatic mindlessness that he can only find here, with this person.

Dean curls an arm around his waist. Gabriel is warm under his fingers, warm where his body presses against the flimsy fabric that he’s conjured up for Dean’s benefit. Dean wants him. He wants Gabriel to take him like this, with silk and gauze whispering against his skin, Gabriel’s hot hands bracing his hips. “Problem is,” he says, kissing the shell of Gabriel’s ear, “I kinda like it.”

“Not surprised,” Gabriel says, turning in toward him. Their chests bump, skin against silk, heat bleeding through. Gabriel reaches out and locks his hands on Dean’s waist. “I like it too.”

Dean bends to kiss him, but Gabriel darts his head to the side. “Pose for me first,” he murmurs, low and throaty. He lets Dean go and motions for him to lie down on the bed. The want is sparkling in his eyes along with the usual amusement and triumph of having Dean at his beck and call like this. Dean drinks in the stare and strikes a pose, long legs stretching out as he relaxes on his side. The teddy drapes over him, the ribbons spilling onto the sheets.

“Do you want to fuck me like this?” he asks, and his own voice is raw with need. Gabriel is hard in his kitschy boxer shorts, and Dean’s body goes hot thinking about that cock in him,  silken panties raked down to his thigh. He switches positions, going to all fours. “Or like this?” He stretches like a lazy cat.

“You stay like that,” Gabriel says with a smirk. “For now.” He approaches, climbs on to the bed, and grabs Dean’s panties in two eager hands. Dean mutters a swear under his breath and lets his mind go blissfully blank, his eyes rolling up into his head. This is why he’s here.