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My first kink_bingo fic! My Card.
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NC-17| Sam/Gabriel | ~1000 words
"This is considered relaxing in some cultures."
"They don't have you."
Kink: Waxplay
"I always figured you more as a candy guy," Sam says conversationally. "Especially when it came to sex."
"This is more colorful," Gabriel answers. Sam chuckles and Gabriel digs his knuckles briefly into his lower back, reminding him to keep still. Sam hears a hiss, like steam, and tenses, momentarily, before he remembers who he's with. "Chill," Gabriel says, softly. "This is considered relaxing in some cultures."
"They don't have you," Sam says. He can almost hear Gabriel roll his eyes.
"You ready or what?" Gabriel asks.
"Go for it."
Almost before the words are out of his mouth, Sam feels a drip of wet, molten heat between his shoulder blades, and hisses. Gabriel shushes him, trailing slowly melting wax down his spine, and Sam can feel it run down his sides, painting along his ribs with stripes of heat.
"Looking good, Winchester," Gabriel murmurs. He swipes a thumb through the cooling wax, smearing it over Sam's skin. His fingers are somehow hotter.
"You writing your name, Gabriel?" Sam says, his throat feeling tight. He wasn't expecting hot wax to feel so, well, hot.
"In a way." Sam feels more wax, a solid line of it run across the small of his back and nearly jumps off the bed, feeling the cooler wax near his shoulders crack. He buries his face in his arms and groans.
"We're just getting started," Gabriel says, gleefully, settling himself across Sam's hips.
"Great," Sam snaps.
Gabriel takes a lot of pleasure in driving Sam crazy, which he knew already, and he's still sleeping with the guy. It probably says a lot more about his mental health than he wants it to. Gabriel drizzles wax over him, overlapping it until it's almost too hot or too wet or just too much and then smears it over, making himself a fresh canvas, again and again until Sam's squirming under the weight of it. Most of the wax is dry, a crackling shell of heat around him, except for one spot just under his rib cage where Gabriel's focusing his attention.
Sam has to bite his lip not to scream in frustration the hundredth or so time Gabriel digs his fingernails in, peeling back a layer of wax to play with the raw feeling skin underneath.
"Gabriel," Sam whines, bucking under him.
"Wait for it, Sam," Gabriel chuckles. He drags his hot fingers up to Sam's shoulders, pushing and swirling the wax is he goes. He feels Gabriel lean forward and kiss the back of his neck, his fingernails working their way between dried wax and Sam's skin.
Sam thinks, hopes, that Gabriel's going to peel it off him, but his fingers warm and the wax melts again, all at once, and this time it is too fucking much heat, everywhere at the same time. He whines, deep in his throat, before he can stop himself.
It cools just as suddenly, and Gabriel crumbles it off. "Sorry."
"No it's," Sam starts. His voice cracks and he has to take a deep breath. "Too much at once."
"Roll over," Gabriel says, his usually commanding tone gentle. After a second, Sam does, the sheet beneath him torturously warm and soft under his over-sensitized skin. Gabriel moves down so he's straddling Sam's naked thighs.
"Why are you still wearing these?" Sam asks, pinching at Gabriel's jeans.
"My attention was otherwise occupied," Gabriel chuckles. He holds up a rectangular lump of dark yellow wax. "Still trust me?"
Sam nods stiffly.
"Put your hands on the headboard."
Sam, fear and want twisting together in his stomach, does as he's told. Gabriel holds the wax in his fist like a lighter, pressing his thumb against the top to melt it.
"Angel powers come in handy for kinky sex," Sam remarks.
"S'what they're for, Sam," Gabriel says, winking. He drizzles wax across the lowest part of Sam's stomach, making him jerk. His cock is right there, under the hot wax, and if it was anyone else he'd be running the hell away, but he trusts Gabriel.
Besides, why would Gabriel damage something he has so much fun with, right?
"Keep telling yourself that," Gabriel chuckles, reading Sam's mind. He fights back Sam's protests with single drips of wax down his thighs. Sam tips his head back so he doesn't have to watch, because the wax is just sliding down his legs and Gabriel's staring at him like he's going to lick them up and Sam's going to come right now if he keeps thinking that.
"Don't get ahead of me, Sam."
Wax smears down the insides of his thighs and Sam spreads his legs, letting Gabriel's fingers chase the drops. His fingernails rake over skin that shouldn't be as sensitive as it is, peeling yellowish curls of wax back and Sam has to bite his tongue not to scream at Gabriel to just touch him already, fuck, please.
"All you had to do was ask," Gabriel says, licking a stripe up Sam's cock. He moves his mouth away too soon, and Sam whimpers in frustration, following the heat with his hips. Gabriel chuckles, "cool your jets, Winchester," and slides his mouth onto Sam's dick in one smooth, wet motion.
Another hiss of steam is the only warning Sam has before Gabriel's hand is sliding down his leg, smearing burning hot wax that cools the second Gabriel stops touching it. Sam comes, hard and fast and hot down Gabriel's throat and Gabriel just hums.
"Jesus," Sam says, fairly certain he's not going to be doing anything else anytime soon.
"Do I mention your brother in bed?" Gabriel scowls.
"Sorry." He's not. Sam scratches at a lump of wax stuck to his stomach, that's going to be a bitch to get off later.
"Asshole," Gabriel chides, snuggling alongside Sam.
"What about you?" Sam asks, eyeing the still obvious bulge in Gabriel's jeans.
"Later," Gabriel promises.
~
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Crayon
NC-17| Sam/Gabriel | ~1000 words
"This is considered relaxing in some cultures."
"They don't have you."
Kink: Waxplay
"I always figured you more as a candy guy," Sam says conversationally. "Especially when it came to sex."
"This is more colorful," Gabriel answers. Sam chuckles and Gabriel digs his knuckles briefly into his lower back, reminding him to keep still. Sam hears a hiss, like steam, and tenses, momentarily, before he remembers who he's with. "Chill," Gabriel says, softly. "This is considered relaxing in some cultures."
"They don't have you," Sam says. He can almost hear Gabriel roll his eyes.
"You ready or what?" Gabriel asks.
"Go for it."
Almost before the words are out of his mouth, Sam feels a drip of wet, molten heat between his shoulder blades, and hisses. Gabriel shushes him, trailing slowly melting wax down his spine, and Sam can feel it run down his sides, painting along his ribs with stripes of heat.
"Looking good, Winchester," Gabriel murmurs. He swipes a thumb through the cooling wax, smearing it over Sam's skin. His fingers are somehow hotter.
"You writing your name, Gabriel?" Sam says, his throat feeling tight. He wasn't expecting hot wax to feel so, well, hot.
"In a way." Sam feels more wax, a solid line of it run across the small of his back and nearly jumps off the bed, feeling the cooler wax near his shoulders crack. He buries his face in his arms and groans.
"We're just getting started," Gabriel says, gleefully, settling himself across Sam's hips.
"Great," Sam snaps.
Gabriel takes a lot of pleasure in driving Sam crazy, which he knew already, and he's still sleeping with the guy. It probably says a lot more about his mental health than he wants it to. Gabriel drizzles wax over him, overlapping it until it's almost too hot or too wet or just too much and then smears it over, making himself a fresh canvas, again and again until Sam's squirming under the weight of it. Most of the wax is dry, a crackling shell of heat around him, except for one spot just under his rib cage where Gabriel's focusing his attention.
Sam has to bite his lip not to scream in frustration the hundredth or so time Gabriel digs his fingernails in, peeling back a layer of wax to play with the raw feeling skin underneath.
"Gabriel," Sam whines, bucking under him.
"Wait for it, Sam," Gabriel chuckles. He drags his hot fingers up to Sam's shoulders, pushing and swirling the wax is he goes. He feels Gabriel lean forward and kiss the back of his neck, his fingernails working their way between dried wax and Sam's skin.
Sam thinks, hopes, that Gabriel's going to peel it off him, but his fingers warm and the wax melts again, all at once, and this time it is too fucking much heat, everywhere at the same time. He whines, deep in his throat, before he can stop himself.
It cools just as suddenly, and Gabriel crumbles it off. "Sorry."
"No it's," Sam starts. His voice cracks and he has to take a deep breath. "Too much at once."
"Roll over," Gabriel says, his usually commanding tone gentle. After a second, Sam does, the sheet beneath him torturously warm and soft under his over-sensitized skin. Gabriel moves down so he's straddling Sam's naked thighs.
"Why are you still wearing these?" Sam asks, pinching at Gabriel's jeans.
"My attention was otherwise occupied," Gabriel chuckles. He holds up a rectangular lump of dark yellow wax. "Still trust me?"
Sam nods stiffly.
"Put your hands on the headboard."
Sam, fear and want twisting together in his stomach, does as he's told. Gabriel holds the wax in his fist like a lighter, pressing his thumb against the top to melt it.
"Angel powers come in handy for kinky sex," Sam remarks.
"S'what they're for, Sam," Gabriel says, winking. He drizzles wax across the lowest part of Sam's stomach, making him jerk. His cock is right there, under the hot wax, and if it was anyone else he'd be running the hell away, but he trusts Gabriel.
Besides, why would Gabriel damage something he has so much fun with, right?
"Keep telling yourself that," Gabriel chuckles, reading Sam's mind. He fights back Sam's protests with single drips of wax down his thighs. Sam tips his head back so he doesn't have to watch, because the wax is just sliding down his legs and Gabriel's staring at him like he's going to lick them up and Sam's going to come right now if he keeps thinking that.
"Don't get ahead of me, Sam."
Wax smears down the insides of his thighs and Sam spreads his legs, letting Gabriel's fingers chase the drops. His fingernails rake over skin that shouldn't be as sensitive as it is, peeling yellowish curls of wax back and Sam has to bite his tongue not to scream at Gabriel to just touch him already, fuck, please.
"All you had to do was ask," Gabriel says, licking a stripe up Sam's cock. He moves his mouth away too soon, and Sam whimpers in frustration, following the heat with his hips. Gabriel chuckles, "cool your jets, Winchester," and slides his mouth onto Sam's dick in one smooth, wet motion.
Another hiss of steam is the only warning Sam has before Gabriel's hand is sliding down his leg, smearing burning hot wax that cools the second Gabriel stops touching it. Sam comes, hard and fast and hot down Gabriel's throat and Gabriel just hums.
"Jesus," Sam says, fairly certain he's not going to be doing anything else anytime soon.
"Do I mention your brother in bed?" Gabriel scowls.
"Sorry." He's not. Sam scratches at a lump of wax stuck to his stomach, that's going to be a bitch to get off later.
"Asshole," Gabriel chides, snuggling alongside Sam.
"What about you?" Sam asks, eyeing the still obvious bulge in Gabriel's jeans.
"Later," Gabriel promises.
~
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