One advantage of heat? He was pretty much always ready. Warm and receptive and slick enough for Sam to mount him without any sort of prep. The muscles in his back went taut as he slowly pushed back against Sam, panting out his name until their bodies met. "Yours, Sam. Always."

Gabriel angled his head invitingly, presenting the full line of his neck for Sam, waiting for the claiming bite, the one that would seal them together for the rest of their lives.