His mate presses against him and Sam growls softly, a sound of desire and want. The Alpha in him has wanted to do this practically since he first scented Gadreel, tongue now pressing past the other man's lips in a way that turns the kiss ever so slightly possessive.
The "please" nearly undoes him, but Sam pulls back, eyes bled dark from the kiss before he gives Gadreel another kiss, almost chaste again except for a quick lick along the other man's lips. "My room," he finally says, reaching up to stroke his fingers along Gadreel's cheek. "We'll return to my room. And whatever you desire, my mate, I shall be happy to provide."
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Date: 2017-07-07 10:59 am (UTC)The "please" nearly undoes him, but Sam pulls back, eyes bled dark from the kiss before he gives Gadreel another kiss, almost chaste again except for a quick lick along the other man's lips. "My room," he finally says, reaching up to stroke his fingers along Gadreel's cheek. "We'll return to my room. And whatever you desire, my mate, I shall be happy to provide."