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Sam was on his knees and blindfolded in the middle of the motel floor. He tried moving his hands, but the restraints on his wrists made that almost impossible. He was there for what felt like hours now, and he whined in frustration. He shuddered when he felt fingers tilt his head up, and swallowed thickly before rubbing his legs together. He was hard, had been for what felt like hours now, but Gabriel didn’t let him come. Sam let out a soft moan when he felt a finger slip past his lips. He tried to free his hands again, wanting to touch Gabriel.
Gabriel leaned down to place a kiss on Sam’s lips and Sam eagerly slipped his tongue into Gabriel’s mouth, groaning as he tasted him. Gabriel pulled away, and Sam followed him, chasing him with his lips desperate for more. He placed a finger back on Sam’s lips.
Sam was getting impatient. “Gabriel,” he moaned. He tried breaking free again, but the cuffs just dug into his wrists, and he groaned.
Gabriel reached out and cupped Sam’s cheek. “What is it, Sammy?” he asked.
“Please, Gabriel, please -”
“Use your words, kiddo. What do you want?”
“I - I want.. You know what I want..” Sam trailed off, cheeks a bright red and embarrassed.
Gabriel rubbed his thumb over Sam’s bottom lip and said, “Use that pretty mouth of yours and tell me what you want.”
“You know what I want,” whispered Sam and he tried to move his hands again, his cock hard against his stomach, “I want your cock,”
“Good boy, Sammy, telling me what you want,” Gabriel said.
Sam shuddered when he heard the sound of Gabriel unzipping his jeans to pull his cock out. Sam jumped when Gabriel pressed his hand to the back of his neck, holding him firmly in place. “Here you go, kiddo,” Gabriel said, leaning down to give Sam a quick peck on the lips.
“Thank you,” Sam said, and Gabriel grinned softly, pressing his cock to Sam’s lips, inhaling sharply when he felt Sam’s tongue on him. Sam licked a stripe underneath Gabriel’s cock and swirled his tongue around the head before taking some of it in his mouth. Gabriel was getting impatient, and ran his fingers through Sam’s hair and gently tugging, pushing himself further inside before withdrawing fully. Gabriel was big where it counted, that and everywhere else too. He had big hands and thick fingers, and his fingers felt burning hot in Sam’s hair.
“Gabe,” Sam whined, and Gabriel smiled and allowed Sam to do what he wanted. Sam took him back inside his mouth, hollowed his cheeks, and sucked. Gabriel looked down at Sam, with his mouth full of cock, and groaned, thrusting his hips into Sam’s mouth. He fucked leisurely into Sam’s mouth, making sure Sam knew just how good he was making him feel.
“You’re doing such a good job, Sammy, being a good boy just for me,” Gabriel whispered, and Sam groaned around the cock in his mouth.
Sam stopped moving and allowed Gabriel to fuck his mouth while he tried not to come. He struggled to breathe, and he pressed his legs together. He felt so good, hands squirming as he tried to free himself once again to stroke his aching cock. Gabriel smiled as he saw Sam’s squirming and pulled out of his mouth.
With his mouth free, Sam was moaning a litany of, “Gabe, Gabe, Gabe,” and Gabriel pressed his mouth to Sam’s, kissing him deeply. Sam’s legs were shaking, and he swallowed thickly.
“Can I come - please, Gabe, -”
“Not yet, Sammy,” Gabriel said, “I’m not finished with you yet.”
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Gabriel helps Sam up onto his legs, and he asks, “Where are you -”
“Getting you onto the bed, Sammy,” Gabriel said softly, and removed Sam’s blindfold and cuffs. “Lay down,”
He tries to adjust to the light in the room quickly, and Sam goes to lie down on his back, but Gabriel flips him over onto his stomach. With a snap of his fingers, Sam was once again cuffed but this time to the headboard of the bed. Sam can’t roll over, can’t hide his body. Sam’s hole is glistening with lube from where he had been prepped earlier. He whimpers, he’s so close already -
“Don’t come yet, Sammy,” Gabriel murmurs, slapping his hand sharply on Sam’s ass, “Not until I’m deep inside you.”
Maybe it's his tone of voice, or the nickname, or the slap on his ass, because in the silence after the yes, sir, he wonders if maybe they should’ve used the gag tonight after all.
Then the silence is broken by a muttered “Damn, Sammy,” and Sam is just about to apologise, but then Gabriel is shifting him, pulling him up so that he’s on his knees presenting his ass. Gabriel’s skin is almost inhumanly warm, cock thrusting between his cheeks and catching on his rim. Sam lets out a keening moan as Gabriel breeches him. He reaches around and wraps a hand around the base of Sam’s cock.
“Don’t come, Sammy,” Gabriel says, “You don’t want to disappoint me, do you?”
“No, sir,” Sam whimpers.
“That’s right, baby,”
Gabriel presses into him slowly, sliding into Sam easily and Sam’s breath catches on a high pitched moan. His head feels fuzzy, and blood is rushing in his ears.
“There we go, baby,” Gabriel says as he bottoms out, “Doing so good. I’m gonna let go of your cock now, and you’re gonna be good and not come until I say so, right?”
“Um, I -”
“Right, sweetheart?” Gabriel’s tone is light, but the power underneath the words make Sam shudder.
“Yes, sir,”
“Good boy,” Gabriel says, and with that he sets a brutal pace, fucking into Sam until he’s seeing stars. His hands don’t stay in one place, they roam around Sam’s back, down his hips, fingers exploring his thighs. They never near Sam’s cock. His body is so hot, and a thin sheen of sweat his broken out over his back. Gabriel clenches his hands on Sam’s hips, so hard that there will be bruises there for days.
“Gabe, please, I need it harder, please sir -”
Gabriel shifts his hips just so, and Sam wails. All Sam can do is hold onto the bars of the headboard as his moans and whimpers get higher and higher in pitch as he gets closer and closer to the edge -
“That’s it, Sammy,” Gabriel says in a voice that trembles with power, “Come for me. Be a good boy and come for me,”
And Sam does, screaming in pleasure, as Gabriel pushes deep inside him one last time and grunts with his own release. Gabriel flops down on top of Sam, who can’t stop shaking. Gabriel holds him close, and presses a kiss to his neck.
“You okay, Sammy?” he asks, breathless.
“Yeah, I - uh, needed that.”
Gabriel flopped over beside Sam on the bed before tugging him in for a cuddle, Sam’s head resting on Gabriel’s chest. He looked down at Sam, his eyes half-lidded and snapped up a thick blanket over them both.
“Night, Sam,” he whispered.