The first touch of his hand stole a soft groan from him, Sam tilting his face in to press against his neck. He rolled his hips slowly into the touch as his teeth raked over his skin lightly. For a moment, he just let himself get lost in those touches, enjoy the feel of his mouth on his skin and his hand on him.

Though soon, he moved to undo Gabriel's jeans, pushing at them to get them down.

"Never would've pegged you as a worrier," he murmured, moving his head to chase him for a passionate kiss. He bit at his lower lip playfully, tugging at it. "God... keep going."