He's as damned as he seems/And more Heaven than a heart could hold (NSFW)

[fromfryingpantofire]

To be honest, Sam hadn't done this since Stanford. Well, not properly. There had been a few times over the years where they'd be close enough to a town that had a kink club that he could go play for an evening, but it had never been right. Not like things had been with Jess. And even then, there had only been play. No sex in the clubs, though. It just never felt right without the emotion behind it.

That, however, was before Gadreel came into his life. The angel had been a prisoner in Heaven and Sam knew a bit of what that was like. It had given them something to bond over and had led to Sam slowly falling for the angel.

Other things had come later, after a lot of discussion. Things like the collar that Gadreel wore and often hid through use of his powers. Not because he was ashamed, but because Sam had told him that humans often didn't understand these sorts of things. Angels probably wouldn't, either, especially given the Enochian engraved into the metal.

Having been out of the scene for so long, though, meant Sam still does a lot of research on things, along side his usual research on the supernatural. Which means that the easiest place to find him most days is still the library, where he's head deep in the books on the table. A sound at the door has him looking up and pushing back from the table a bit. "Gadreel? You need something?"

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[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam keeps stroking Gadreel's hair, except when he needs to pull his hand away to turn a page while writing or change books, which needs both hands. Eventually, though, he lets his hand settle in Gadreel's hair, just cupping the back of his head. "Gadreel? You with me?"

[redeemedhimself]

The bliss of subspace is pure, clean and clear in a way that Heaven had never been for Gadreel and all of it was because of Sam. He tips his head a bit into the touch.

"Yes. I'm with you, sir." Relaxed and calm, soothed by his Dom's presence.

[fromfryingpantofire]

The use of the title is a sign that Gadreel is probably further down than he thinks he is. It still makes Sam smile, though, rubbing his thumb back and forth across Gadreel's head. "I'm going to go make some sandwiches and get some water to take back to my room." A fair number of sandwiches, because he has a feeling where tonight might be going. "Are you okay to follow some orders for me?"

[redeemedhimself]

"Of course." The action helps bring Gadreel a little closer to the world, to the directions that Sam will give him. He's always found peace in moments like this, peace that he'd never found in Heaven or anywhere else.

"Anything Sam." And he would follow those instructions obediently. There were nights when he would push, when he would need to fight back to have Sam rein him in and force him to kneel but that wasn't tonight. He had been shaken badly by the reaction of the other angels and as always, Sam provided him with the calm space that he needed.

[fromfryingpantofire]

There were nights that Sam relished a chance to put Gadreel on his knees as well. Those were night where there would be no flogger, no pain, but Sam would assert his control for both of their benefit.

He slid his fingers back through Gadreel's hair again. "I want you to go and take a shower for me. Clean up entirely. Then return to our room and get out the cuffs and anything else you might want used tonight." It was never a promise to use them, but it would give Sam an idea where his head was. And the cuffs, in addition to the collar, means Gadreel's powers could be locked away and he would face the night as human as possible. If it's what Sam wants, at least. "Once that's done, I want you nude and kneeling, hands clasped behind your back."