Gadreel loves the library almost as much as Sam, but for very different reasons. The wood is warm and smooth, the smell of old leather and parchment. It's alive with warmth and the sound of Sam reading a book or scratching out a few notes on paper.
He could stay like this as long as Sam wanted him to, sinking into the feeling of long fingers stroking through his hair. Perhaps later he might ask for a scene, ask for pain and pleasure and the bliss of subspace.
But for now this was heaven. This was his home. Sam was his home.
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Date: 2016-11-07 05:16 pm (UTC)He could stay like this as long as Sam wanted him to, sinking into the feeling of long fingers stroking through his hair. Perhaps later he might ask for a scene, ask for pain and pleasure and the bliss of subspace.
But for now this was heaven. This was his home. Sam was his home.