Gabriel moans, fingers twisting in the sheets as he presses back against Sam with a needy sound. Later they can take their time, explore every last inch of one another and celebrate Sam's return. But right now he needs the knot, needs to feel Sam tied to him.

"Fuck, fuck.. more. Almost there Sammy," he pleads. "More." Another pair of quick thrusts and he reaches to stroke himself a little faster. "Gonna come.. Sammy.."