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]

He can feel that in the tension in Gabriel's body. Which is exactly what Sam doesn't want right now. He bends his head, pressing his lips to the spot where he can just see their bonding scars on Gabriel's neck. "Well, right now? I want you naked. And full of my cock as soon as we can manage it, hmm?" He rocks down again, letting Gabriel feel the hard length of him again.

[low_key_angel]

The tension starts to melt away as Sam nuzzles his neck, breath tickling along the scars on his skin. A reminder of their bond. Gabriel whines as Sam rocks down against him and the heat and promise in his words. "Then help me get these clothes off, Sam. I want you in me."

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam grins, pushing up so that he can pull off his shirt before reaching for Gabriel's. "Later," he says, pulling Gabriel up. "Later, I'm going to take my time. I'm going to kiss you all over. I'm going to suck you off and I'm going to eat you out before fucking you again." He reaches down for the hem of Gabriel's shirt, pulling it up. "I'm going to suck your nipples until you're begging me, baby. Until you're shouting at me to take you again, until you can't do anything but feel me for the next few days."

[low_key_angel]

And if those promises don't distract him, nothing short of a Mac truck to the face will. Gabriel raises his arms as Sam tugs off his shirt, wrapping himself around the warm, solid form of his Alpha. His Sam. "I'm always begging you Sam. There's nothing I like more than you stuffed up inside me, fucking me until I can't remember my own name."

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam pauses a moment, then laughs softly as he wraps around Gabriel in return, bending to kiss him. "We're going to scandalize the pups, you realize." Couldn't keep their hands off of each other, after all.

[low_key_angel]

With a laugh, he slides eager hands up Sam's chest, dragging him close. "Completely. So we're going to have to make sure to regularly hire a babysitter. Because there's no way I'm giving this up, even with a houseful of little ones."

[fromfryingpantofire]

He goes with the pull, leaning down to kiss Gabriel again. "I guess I'll just need to get my ever-so-stereotypical Alpha desire to have you naked in the house under control before the little one arrives." It's a fantasy, he knows that. And yet, it's still there sometimes and nothing he'd ever try to force Gabriel into.

Though, for the moment, he does reach down to undo Gabriel's jeans, rubbing his hand over the Omega's length through the cloth.

[low_key_angel]

Gabriel laughs into the kiss, raising his hips towards the friction and reaching to shove his jeans down and off. "You'd better not. Otherwise I'll have to scrap my plans of meeting you at the door later wearing nothing but an apron."

Because with Sam, it's never about control. It's about want and heat and mutual affection.

[fromfryingpantofire]

It takes all the control he has to pull his hand away to get rid of his own jeans. Because touching Gabriel is so much better than even getting out of his clothes. "If you're wearing an apron, I hope you aren't planning to make anything that's time sensitive. 'Cause you might be spending the next while bent over the table. Or the counter." He punctuated each with a kiss and a soft growl. "Or maybe I'll sit on the couch and have you ride me."

[low_key_angel]

Gabriel groans, reaching down to wrap his hand around Sam and stroke him firmly. "You know I'm gonna hold you to all of the above, right?" There was something thrilling about the way Sam manhandled him. Power and care in the way he held him, riding into him until there was nothing but heat and scent and low, hungry sounds tearing out of both of them.

[fromfryingpantofire]

His hips push into Gabriel's hand, another groan passing his lips as he nips at his mate's lips. "I would have taken you over the counter in your bakery that first time," he admits, shifting a little so he can kick his jeans off. "Took everything I had to take the time to get you upstairs." He begins moving, pushing Gabriel onto his back to lay over him. "I have every intention of fucking you on every surface available in the house until you're too big with pup for me to do so. Though even then, I'll still fuck you wherever we can manage."

[low_key_angel]

"And I wouldn't have stopped you or even complained." He drags Sam over him, stroking him again firmly once the rest of their clothes are out of the way. "I think taking me over the counter should be on the list, especially in our kitchen."

Seven months isn't that long, not really, but it's still strange to think how much he's going to change in such a short amount of time. "Then I'll just have to push you down on the couch and ride you when the pup starts getting in the way." Gabriel's legs part, raising his knees to frame Sam's hips as he settles in close above him.

[fromfryingpantofire]

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."

[low_key_angel]

That finger gently sliding in steals his breath for a moment and Gabriel laughs against his lips. He hooks one leg over Sam's and raises up, pushing hard against one shoulder, rolling Sam onto his back. Sure Sam lets him do it, rolling with the change in direction, but that doesn't make it any less hot as he straddles his hips with a wicked grin.

"You mean like this, babe?"

[fromfryingpantofire]

The move makes Sam's finger slip out of Gabriel, but he doesn't mind so much. Because that's his mate over him, looking down at him with that wickedness in his expression.

"Yeah," he agrees, laying his hands against Gabriel's hips. "Yeah, exactly like that."

[low_key_angel]

It really is Gabriel's favorite position overall. He likes it when Sam gets a little forceful sometimes, pushing him down in his eagerness to simply sink into him and it's amazing. But this? This is his favorite.

He gets to set the pace, gets to watch Sam react to every move of his body, the way the muscles in his chest and arms pull and shift with him. And he gets to see every expression as he rides his mate to completion.

"Good. Because I don't think I"m going to let you up from this for awhile."

[fromfryingpantofire]

And Sam likes it a lot when Gabriel takes control, when he does as he likes. He also likes that he doesn't have to be the stereotypical Alpha, always in control. Changing things up is a good thing.

He slides his hands up Gabriel's sides, then back down to his hips. "Mmm. So, if I'm not getting up for a while, what am I doing?" And grins because whatever Gabriel wants will be great.

[low_key_angel]

Leaning close, Gabriel kisses him, rolling his body against Sam's. "Like you said. We're gonna celebrate. I'm going to suck you first and then I'm going to ride you until I can take your knot. And when we're done? I'm going to do it again."

Because he likes being able to take control, taking care of him like this. There was nothing quite as incredible as watching Sam looking utterly wrecked after he rode him.

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam pushes up into the kiss, not trying to take control but certainly letting Gabriel know how hungry he is for it. His hands slide upward again, thumbs brushing over Gabriel's nipples. "Mmm. That sounds absolutely delightful."

Absolutely no problem giving up control to his partner. Maybe that doesn't make him much of an Alpha in the eyes of some, but Sam doesn't care. Because the only thing that matters is his mate.

[low_key_angel]

It's one of the reasons Gabriel loves Sam so much. He doesn't care as much about traditional roles when it came to the pack. Sure he was the Alpha, his mate and protector, but Sam let him take charge in bed sometimes and didn't care that he ran his own place.

He hums at the brush of his thumbs, slowly kissing his way along Sam's broad chest. "Good. Because if we're going to celebrate, we're going to do it right."

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam grins up at him, rolling his thumbs over Gabriel's nipples again. "I think we're not leaving the bed for very much for at least a day." As long as it wouldn't be dangerous for Gabriel and the baby.

[low_key_angel]

He laughs against his skin, wriggling lower. "That can be arranged, as long as you can deal with the occasional coma. Squirt isn't bigger than my thumb and apparently already calling the shots."

Not that he minded. He'd sleep better with Sam anyway.

[fromfryingpantofire]

"I think we can handle that." The grin isn't going anywhere, but Sam does take his hands away from Gabriel so that he can move. "I know. Body is adjusting and needs a lot of rest to deal with the changes."

[low_key_angel]

Gabriel hums against his skin, letting his lips ghost over the familiar planes of Sam's hips as he works lower. They'll talk details later. Right now he's just going to revel in the scent and touch of his mate. After so long apart, this is where he wants his focus to be. On Sam.

He nips at a thigh before cupping him with one hand. "Missed you Sammy."

[fromfryingpantofire]

Really, there's just going to be a lot of sex over the next few days. Luckily, there isn't that much left to pack up in the apartment.

Sam reaches down, sliding his fingers into Gabriel's hair, gasping softly at the nip and fingers cupping him. "Mmm. Missed you, too, Gabe. So much. No idea how I managed to concentrate the past few weeks."