A different sort of hunt

[low_key_angel]

Gabriel was used to being odd man out, the only Omega born to his small, powerful pack. But with two older brothers who were both Alphas, they were usually more concerned with their own power plays than Gabriel and his search for a mate.

Because heat when you were unmated? Sucked.

Michael would probably prefer to chain him up once a year and let him sweat it out, which is probably why he left home as his heat started to near.

If he was going to find a mate, it was going to be on his terms.

What he didn't expect was to catch a tantalizing scent at the local bookstore. Something that called up images of sunlight and pine trees and cool shade.

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[fromfryingpantofire]

"Mmm. Love being inside you," he murmurs, pressing his fingers against that same spot. "Love the way you feel, stretched and open for me." He can't come, not until Gabriel has, but there's no rush. Not really, at least.

[low_key_angel]

There's no rush, but a long separation followed by days of anxiety and Gabriel knows he's not going to last much longer. Not with that warm, satisfied rumble in his ear and Sam's fingers pressing in just the right spots to send him over the edge with a shaky cry, spilling warm and hot between them.

[fromfryingpantofire]

And it's enough to send Sam after him only a few moments later. He groans, falling back on the bed, raising his arms to wrap around Gabriel to pull him down against his chest.

[low_key_angel]

With a contented hum, Gabriel goes easily, sliding his arms beneath Sam and resting on his chest. He kisses his shoulder, giving a playful nip before settling in. "s' gonna be good to have you home Sam."

[fromfryingpantofire]

He huffed out a laugh, wrapping his arms around Gabriel and bending his head to kiss the top of Gabriel's. "It'll be really good to be home," he murmured, relaxing back against the bed. "I missed you so damned much."