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Gabriel tapped his chin and studied Sam, kneeling on the bed in front of him. "What do you want this evening?"
Sam kept his eyes down on the bed and cleared his throat. "Whatever you are willing to give me, Gabriel."
Gabriel chuckled and walked closer to the bed, tapping his finger on his chin. "I'm glad to see that you are so obedient for me, Sam, but I asked you a question and I want an answer for it."
Sam bit down on his lip. "I'm sorry, Gabriel."
"You're forgiven," Gabriel said immediately, reaching out to comb his fingers through Sam's hair. "Now answer my question."
He swallowed and glanced over at their wall of toys, his eyes falling to the velvet ropes carefully stacked at the bottom and looked back at Gabriel. "I would like to be restrained," Sam said, meeting Gabriel's eye.
"Is that all?" Gabriel asked, continuing the slow pets through Sam's hair, smiling down at him. "You can want more than one thing. Tell me what you want, I want to know."
Sam bit down on his lip and stared at the ropes. "Restrained. I want you to talk to me."
Gabriel raised an eyebrow and stepped away from the bed, walking a few steps back to stare at Sam, a smirk starting to curl on his lips. "Talk to you, very well. What kind of talking do you want me to do?"
"Praise?" Sam asked, his voice a little bit lower, more hesitant as he stared at Gabriel in front of him. "I'd like you to tell me how good, or, or how bad I am. And what you'd do to me to punish me, or praise me."
Gabriel licked his lips and approached the bed. "Oh? And which will it be today? Praise, or punishment?"
"Praise? Please, Gabriel?" Sam asked, glancing up at him again. "I want you to tell me how good I am for you."
Gabriel chuckled and stroked a finger along Sam's jaw. "You want me to tie you up on the bed, and just talk to you?"
Sam lifted his eyes to Gabriel and cleared his throat. "No. I want you to make me come, with nothing more than your voice."
A shudder worked it's way down his spine and Gabriel stared at Sam, his lips twisting into a smirk. "Well. I think I can oblige that. On one condition."
Sam nodded and dropped his head into his usual subservient position. "Of course, anything, Gabriel."
Gabriel smirked and leaned down to press a quick kiss to Sam's lips. "Beg me for it. I want you to look up at me, with those eyes of yours and beg. Beg," Gabriel growled, staring at Sam. "Beg for me to get you off with nothing more than my voice."
Sam's mouth dropped open and he whined, slamming his eyes shut before he tilted his head back into the normal position. "Yes, of course, Gabriel," he whispered.
"Good," Gabriel said, striding a few steps away from the bed. He walked over to where the rope was coiled. "You may begin with the begging, Sam," he ordered.
Sam sucked in a desperate breath and settled a little better into the bed. “Gabriel,” he whispered, closing his eyes. “Please.”
Gabriel picked up the ropes and then put them down, humming quietly. “You can do better than that Sam, now,” he paused and looked over his shoulder. “Beg.”
A gasp left his lips and Sam focused on Gabriel’s voice and what he wanted. “I want you to tell me how good I am for you,” he whispered. “Please.” Sam licked his lips. “I want you to look at me in that way you did when the machine was fucking me, I want, fuck, your eyes on me, so heavy that it feels like you’re touching me.”
“Better,” Gabriel said, picking up a pair of lined handcuffs, fingering them gently. “Much better. Keep going.”
Sam opened his eyes and stared down at the bed, forcing himself to keep talking. “Oh god, Gabriel, I love the way you look at me and I want you to talk to me again. Tell me how good I am, please, fuck, please,” he begged. “I want you to touch me with your voice, I need it, fuck, I want you to watch me, knowing how much you want me,” he sucked in a breath and was about to continue when Gabriel’s finger was pressed against his lips.
“Very good,” Gabriel whispered, holding up the cuffs. “How do you feel about these?”
Sam opened his mouth to answer and then snapped it shut, waiting for permission.
“Ooooooh,” Gabriel cooed. “Very, very good.” He leaned in and kissed Sam, gentle and soft. “Tell me,” he whispered.
“Please, Gabriel, please put them on me. Please,” Sam begged.
In another moment, Gabriel had the cuffs on Sam, his arms easily stretched behind him. “What a beautiful picture you make like this, bound for me. Do you want more?”
Sam shook his head. “No, Gabriel.”
Gabriel licked his lips and smirked, snapping up a chair for him to settle into. He eyed Sam and settled into the comfy seat, letting his eyes trail over Sam’s body, a fine sheen of sweat already starting to build. “You don’t even need me to say a word, do you? Look, already hard and desperate for me.”
Sam whined and bit down on his lip, staring at Gabriel, at the way those golden eyes trailed down and over his chest, lingering on his cock. He sucked in a hard breath and licked his lips, staring at the coverlet.
“Answer me,” Gabriel demanded.
“No, no I don’t,” Sam whispered, straining a little with the effort of holding himself still. He had to be good for Gabriel.
“That’s right,” Gabriel said, pride in his voice. “Because you are so very good for me. Just the thought of having what you want is enough to have you hard and desperate, isn’t it?” he paused. “You may answer any of my questions I ask without asking for permission tonight.”
“Thank you Gabriel,” Sam whispered, shifting so he held his arms apart behind his back, the chain between the cuffs making a small noise.
Gabriel’s attention snapped to Sam’s shoulders. “Are they restrictive enough?”
“Yes,” Sam answered, holding himself carefully still.
“Why did you move?” Gabriel asked, his eyes narrowing.
Sam cleared his throat. “You like when I strain against my restraints. I was not doing so in my previous position.”
Gabriel smirked and settled back into the chair. “Very true. Good boy,” he purred, watching Sam gasp and shudder. “Thinking of me and what I like to see.”
Sam nodded his head and waited, inhaling and exhaling slowly, letting himself sink into the knowledge that Gabriel would take care of him, would do what he asked, and would make him feel so very good.
“Well, my good little boy,” Gabriel drawled, watching as Sam shivered, the chains of the cuffs making another small noise as Sam held himself back from moving. “I think we had better get to what you wanted, shouldn’t we?”
“Yes, please,” Sam whispered, opening his eyes just enough to look at Gabriel.
Gabriel smiled and tapped the bottom of his jaw. “The question truly is, where do I start?” He considered and stared at Sam’s body for a very long time before he decided. “I see you, Sam Winchester,” he whispered. “All of you, down to your very soul. There is not an inch of you I cannot see, and do not find beautiful and worthy of worship.”
Sam moaned, his hips churning into the empty air, his head falling back, his hair sticking to his neck with swear. “Gabriel.”
“Yes,” Gabriel hissed, leaning forward in his chair, his eyes going. “Let me see you move, strain for a touch that only I can give you with my words. You’re so beautiful, Sam,” he added.
“Please, please, Gabriel,” Sam begged.
Gabriel hummed. “I fell in love with your stubbornness first. The way your jaw sets when you will have no other answer other than the one you want. I wanted to lick and suck and bite your jaw until you melted for me and I could take you apart.”
Sam made a noise he wasn’t sure was human, a large blurt of precome leaking from the tip of his cock.
“Then it was your body,” Gabriel continued, staring at Sam, letting his eyes linger on every single straining muscle. “You have the body of a god, Sam. Every muscle, sculpted to perfection, scars staining your skin, a statement and testimony of your strength and power.”
Gabriel stretched and settled back into the chair. “I used to be obsessed with watching your muscles, the way that they would shift and move under your clothing, without your clothing. I wanted to taste them, to drink you in like the finest wine in all of the universes.”
Sam bucked into the air, his hips churning frantically as the cuffs strained. He could feel the edges biting into his wrists and that just made things better, fucking sharper. “Please, oh please.”
Gabriel chuckled and licked his lips. His eyes followed a droplet of sweat as it slowly crawled down Sam’s sternum and was lost in the fine trail of hair leading to his cock. “You have a beautiful cock, Sam. I could spend hours on my knees worshipping it. In fact, I might just do that after you’re done here. Take my time. Spend hours and hours keeping you on the edge.”
Sam made another choked noise, but Gabriel continued without stopping. “Little kitten licks across the tip, tasting you, teasing you with my tongue. Then longer, harder licks, all the way from base to tip.”
Gabriel paused to rub at the front of his pants before focusing on Sam again. “Then I’d swallow you down. I know you love it when I do that, suck you down all the way, let you fuck my throat.”
Sam whined, biting his lip as he clenched his eyes shut. “Gabriel, fuck, please. Please.”
“I’d do that thing you love,” Gabriel continued. “The one where I suck hard enough that you always end up ripping the bedsheets trying to keep control as I pull myself slowly off.”
“Gabriel,” Sam moaned again, precome leaking down his cock steadily.
“Afterward,” Gabriel said, watching Sam bite down on his lower lip until it was red and wet. “I would spread your legs, have I ever mentioned I love your flexibility with that yoga? I would spread your legs wide and fuck you open on my tongue.”
Sam choked on his next breath of air, his legs spreading a little on the bed, almost mimicking the fantasy Gabriel was painting for him.
Gabriel smiled at the small movement from Sam. “I’d torture you, have you begging for me again, licking over your hole until you begged for more, kissing and sucking on your rim, then shoving my tongue as deep as I can.” Another keening noise that was so fitting he couldn’t resist smirking.
“I would fuck you with my tongue until you were sobbing. Until your cock was leaking precome steadily, making a mess of you before you’ve already come. Until I couldn’t touch your dick without my hand getting soaked,” Gabriel said, shifting on his chair to spread his legs, showing off the obscene tent in his sweat pants.
The chains of his cuffs rattled again as Sam sucked in harsh breaths, focusing hard to keep himself from coming, but fuck, it was close, so close. “Gabriel, I need, please, please-”
“Oh I know,” Gabriel said, looking at his fingernails. “I know exactly what you need. You’d be begging for my dick then. You’d tilt your hips up and give me the look you’re giving me now. The one where you are so lost in your want and desire, there is nothing but the thought of me giving you what you need.”
“Yes, Gabriel, yes,” Sam breathed.
Gabriel stared at Sam’s throat as his head fell back again, the ends of his hair wet with sweat and curling against his skin. “I’d slide into you, smooth and easy, and you’d do that muffled scream thing that you know curls my damn toes-”
Sam echoed the noise he was describing, just as expected, his whole body tensing and arching as though Gabriel had done exactly what he had suggested.
“Yes,” Gabriel purred, his eyes lighting up as he moved to the very edge of the seat, licking his lips. “Yes, just like that. And then I’d fuck you. I wouldn’t be gentle, I would take you, hard and desperate. I would make you sore, I would make you feel me for days and you would love every single second of it, wouldn’t you?”
“Oh fuck, Gabriel, please, please, Gabriel!” Sam whimpered, his hips churning desperately.
Gabriel climbed out of his chair and advanced on Sam, staring at the way the sweat on his skin made him glisten. “Do you want to come, Sam?” he asked, staring at his human, at the way his soul was surging, blindingly white. “Are you desperate, do you need me to give you permission?”
“Yes!” Sam cried out, his eyes flying open to meet Gabriel’s. “Please, please, I’ve been good, haven’t I?”
Gabriel smirked and stood next to the edge of the bed. “Yes, you’ve been a very good boy, Sam.” His eyes snapped open, shining gold in the room, and he gave the order Sam was waiting for. “Come.”
Sam flew apart in that instant, his entire body straining all at once as he obeyed the order, come splashing up his chest, some of it reaching even the hollow of his throat. He started to fall back onto the bed when Gabriel caught him with a wing, cradling him easily. A moment later the cuffs were gone and he was being lowered to the sheets. “G’bril…” he murmured.
“Shhh,” Gabriel whispered, reaching out to slowly close Sam’s eyes. “Rest for me now, my lovely, lovely good boy.”
Sam, like the good boy he was, obeyed.