Gabriel pressed back against his fingers, against any contact at all. His head sagged forward and he whined. Lycanthropy was a fairly aggressive gene, wiping out most diseases before packs could succumb. A condom would have been extra protection, but he wasn't sure he could stand waiting much longer.
"Please," he begged, hips rocking backwards. "Sam, please. I need you. Need you in me."
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Date: 2013-11-30 06:24 pm (UTC)"Please," he begged, hips rocking backwards. "Sam, please. I need you. Need you in me."
He needed his Alpha. He needed Sam.