Can I sail through the changing ocean tides? Can I handle the seasons of my life? (ABO)

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam had always known that his life would never properly be his own. As a prince of the Winchester kingdom, his life belonged to the people. Every bit of his strength, every ounce of intelligence, everything that he was needed to be bent toward the best for those that he would lead.

Just because Sam was the second son didn't mean for a moment that his service would be less called upon. Something that became more clear as he grew up and it became clear that Sam would always be the most diplomatic of King John's three sons, someone that Dean would need very much as they both grew older.

As such, Sam had also always known that he would never marry for love. He was a highly eligible Alpha and he would be matched with a suitable Omega from a nearby kingdom. All for the good of the kingdom.

The news that it had already been decided, however, still takes Sam by surprise. It came only a few months after John's death, when the Celestial kingdom sent a new ambassador to take up the recently vacated post, along with the news that the wedding preparations were to start as soon as possible.

It still took nearly a year to set up and now Sam stands at the altar, nervous and waiting to set eyes on the Omega he's to marry for the first time in either of their lives.

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[redeemedhimself]

The touch is soft and sweet, gentle and Gadreel can't help but lean into it. "Yes Sam. Please." A hand drifts up to touch is wrist, as if he could keep Sam's hands there a little longer, to have him continue to touch him.

"I would like that very much."

[fromfryingpantofire]

That touch is certain to keep his hand there, then, as Sam leans in and presses his lips gently to Gadreel's. In a lot of ways, kissing is far more intimate than what they'd done before the crowd at their wedding. Scenting was done as a matter of course between Alphas and Omegas, after all. Kissing is far less commonplace and Sam is glad that they have some privacy for that first kiss.

He keeps it chaste, a press of lips and a sharing of breath, hands cupping Gadreel's face as gently as he can.

WOW. Now that's a misfire.

[redeemedhimself]

The touch is soft and intimate and Gadreel can't help the way that his breath shudders at the press of Sam's lips to his. He can taste the wine on his lips and the simple warm heat of him and it makes Gadreel want, chasing his lips even after the kiss has ended. This isn't want brought on by heat or hormones. No. This is want brought on by Sam's kindness by his care and his consideration.

In time, he could grow to love him.

Just a little bit. :)

[fromfryingpantofire]

The way that Gadreel chases him is what makes Sam finally drop his hands, but only so that he can place them on the other man's hips. He doesn't pull Gadreel to him, as much as he very much would like to. Instead, he lets his lips part, flicking his tongue just gently against Gadreel's lips. Asking permission to enter once again.

[redeemedhimself]

Gadreel makes a soft sound at the way Sam shifts against him, hands moving to his hips and tongue soft and warm as he kisses him again. Permission is requested and given as his lips part, moving in closer to press himself against his mate. Sam has proven that he will be a caring and good husband, that he will respect and care for him and for the first time Gadreel wants to give what is ordinarily simply taken from Omegas.

"Please Sam."

[fromfryingpantofire]

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."

[redeemedhimself]

He can't help the way his head tips into his touch, seeking more of it even as he directs them back to his own rooms. Gadreel follows easily enough, taking the moment to catch his breath.

He doesn't know what he wants - only that he wants more of what Sam has already given him. Tenderness. Respect. Genuine affection.

[fromfryingpantofire]

All of which are definitely at the top of Sam's list of things he wants to give Gadreel.

It's only once they return to Sam's suite and Sam turns back to his husband that he realizes that they're both still dressed for the wedding. Though the clothing is somewhat plainly decorated, it's still much nicer than what he'd like to make out with his husband in. He reaches up, fiddling with Gadreel's collar, then reaching down to undo the top button. "I can give you something to change into, if you'd like," he says, voice rough with desire.