Gabriel shudders deliciously as Sam kisses up his spine, lips trailing over the shiny skin stretched taught over his borrowed bones. "C'mon…" Sam breathes against his heated flesh, "Let 'em out for me…"
"You reeeeeally know how to make an angel feel…" Gabriel lets out a shaking breath, the air shivering and distorting around them. "…positively sinfully good, Sam."
Sam's palm continues the journey that his mouth is too distracted to continue, running up Gabriel's back to his shoulder, the pads of his fingers pressing into the sinews of muscle at the base of the archangel's neck. "Gabe…let them out…please…"
"Not that easy, Sammich," Gabriel taunts. Sam groans against his skin because, no of course it isn't; it never is. He stretches over Gabriel on the bed, hovering above him at arms' length before dipping down in an impressive display of upper body strength, and pressing his bare chest to Gabriel's back. He kisses the angel's neck, hands skimming up and down his sides.
"Let it go, Gabriel…I wanna see them…"
Gabriel hums, stretching his muscles like a contented cat rocking his hips back against Sam's denim-clad thighs. The air around them trembles. "Just a bit more…"
"You're just messing with me, aren't you?" Sam says, grinning against Gabriel's shoulder and nipping at his skin there. "You could let them out any time you want…" He rolls his hips against Gabriel's ass, and the angel groans. "You're just being difficult."
"Have you met me?" Gabriel challenges, but his words are lost in a moan as Sam reaches around to cup him through his boxers. Reality warps and rips around them with an audible, tangible creak and tear, and Gabriel's wings are arching, enveloping them, a gold-tinted semi-solid mist that can barely be contained by this mortal plane of existence.
Sam runs his hands down two of them, and Gabriel arches off the bed, pressing up against him and biting the palm of his hand to stifle a loud, desperate whining moan. "I wonder if I could make you come just like this," Sam says, hands touching every inch of the celestial limbs that they can, tingling at the contact that was never intended by nature.
Gabriel grips at the sheets and keens, and Sam smiles wickedly before pressing more kisses down Gabriel's spine and breathing, "Let's find out."