Slower was quickly going out the window. Because Sam was finding that the more he was doing with Gabriel, the more he wanted. He curled his fingers into Gabriel's hair, tilting his head back and groaned. "Yeah. Fuck, yeah, right there. That spot you just hit with your tongue? Fuck, that feels good."

If you wanted somebody to be good at something, you had to let them know what felt good. And while Gabriel might be able to read the tension and movement of Sam's body, he was more than happy to be vocal about it, too.