Sam has always been careful with Gadreel when they've laid together and he's always concentrated more on his husband's pleasure than his own. Still, he knew what they had done together would be nothing compared to the way things would happen during the coming heat.

Sam's head turns, finding Gadreel unerringly. It's probably the most stereotypically Alpha that he's looked since they married, nostrils flared, taking in the scent of Gadreel's heat. Still, his movements are careful, setting down the long package he carries on his desk before crossing the room to pull Gadreel closer, bending his head to bury his face against the crook of his husband's neck, where the scent is strongest. He doesn't bite, doesn't lick or scrape his teeth across the skin, simply lets the scent wash over him for a few moments with a pleased rumble in his chest.