He leaned back against the leather, his nails digging into the seats as Gabriel squirmed until he was straddling him, curling one hand against the back of his neck, stroking the skin there.
“Hold still,” Gabriel muttered, squeezing his hand and pinning him to the seat, sucking a new mark on his throat, teeth pressing against his skin hard enough to leave a mark there; a mark that would frame the hickey for hours after he pulled away. He moved along, pressing his tongue against Sam’s pulse point until he could hear his heart pounding and he moaned. “Much better.”
Yeah. Better there than in the diner where Dean had kept shooting Sam funny looks every time he sighed, and Gabriel had pulled him closer every time Dean and Cas had been distracted.
Sam caught a glimpse of the red hickeys trailing down his jaw, across his throat and disappearing under the neckline of his t-shirt and wondered how the hell he’d explain them to Dean.
He didn’t care when Gabriel started tugging at his belt, biting at his neck.
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SPN - Sam/Gabriel - Touching, Neck fetishization - PG-13
on 2011-01-14 12:51 am (UTC)He leaned back against the leather, his nails digging into the seats as Gabriel squirmed until he was straddling him, curling one hand against the back of his neck, stroking the skin there.
“Hold still,” Gabriel muttered, squeezing his hand and pinning him to the seat, sucking a new mark on his throat, teeth pressing against his skin hard enough to leave a mark there; a mark that would frame the hickey for hours after he pulled away. He moved along, pressing his tongue against Sam’s pulse point until he could hear his heart pounding and he moaned. “Much better.”
Yeah. Better there than in the diner where Dean had kept shooting Sam funny looks every time he sighed, and Gabriel had pulled him closer every time Dean and Cas had been distracted.
Sam caught a glimpse of the red hickeys trailing down his jaw, across his throat and disappearing under the neckline of his t-shirt and wondered how the hell he’d explain them to Dean.
He didn’t care when Gabriel started tugging at his belt, biting at his neck.