Teeth
Gabriel nipped playfully at Sam's neck, nibbling and licking up and down across his smooth, muscled chest. "Hmm," Sam hummed content and satisfied, stroking his hand through Gabriel's mussed hair, his eyes closed and breathing calm and steady.
Sam's head grew lighter and lids heavy; sleep close to taking him, but suddenly felt a sharp pain at his neck. "Shit," Sam frowned, and opened his eyes. "You bit me."
Gabriel beamed. "I always bite you."
"But that hurt," he whined.
"Pfft, you're a 2 meter tall baby."
Sam snorted at his angel's inaccurate measuring skills but chose not to argue about more than one thing at a time. He'd get to that later. "Stop, biting," he said.
Gabriel grinned, teeth on display. "No."