"Oh Sam-my." The sing song voice of the angel called, holding the little round tin up high for the large man to see. "Two of my favourite things." Gabriel licked his lips in anticipation as he watched Sam unbuckle his belt.
Sucking a finger into his mouth and dipping it in the little container of sugar he rubbed gentle circles around the sensitive puckered area that made Sam gasp.
Letting his tongue wander over the tight flesh, tasting the sweetness of the sugar mingled with the flavour of his hunter. Sam began to moan as the angel pushed deeper inside, searching for the bundle of nerves that could make the man shout incoherently.
Gabriel was as much a fan of getting off as anyone, but sometimes the thrill of arousal and the pain of withholding release was all he wanted. Seeing Sam weak, on his knees, crying out as he came at the hands of the angel was more satisfying than feeling his own climax. The warmth of the hunter spilled onto Gabriel's waiting hand.
"Cocktail?" The angel snapped his fingers; a pink beverage in a sugar rimmed glass appeared in the other hand.
"I think I'll pass," the hunter grinned, dipping a wet finger into the sugar tin. "There is something else I'd rather have in my mouth."
Suddenly Gabe's painful pleasure turned to just pleasure as Sam returned the favor.