Sam reaches down between them, sliding his fingers to find Gabriel's entrance, just running his fingers over it for the moment. "Over the counter. Over the table." He presses his finger in, just the tip. "Anywhere you want me to, baby."

He bends, pressing his lips to Gabriel's. "Gonna hold you to that," he murmurs. "God, I love watching you ride me. When you can't even wait for me to push you down, you just want it right then. Love watching you take that bit of control, too."