Sam wouldn't hate him anyway. Whatever he felt, he hadn't asked for this. This was Lucifer's doing... and really, when it came down to this or the apocalypse, the choice had been way too easy to make. He wasn't used to saying those words though, not even to his own brother, and he was feeling too confused to know anything for sure.

They'd handle this later, like he said.

Right now, his focus was solely on how Gabriel felt against him, inside him. He felt stretched and full, almost too much. He was panting, breath hitching. Even with Gabriel staying still, it still felt overwhelming for a moment. The sound of his name drew him back into the moment though and his turned his attention to Gabriel. His thighs tightened around his hips and he rolled his own up. "Damn... that's-- different."

And not bad, the more he got used to it.