enmuse's stocking
Want to stuff enmuse's stocking with drabbles, ficlets, art, icons, good wishes, etc?
This is the place to do it. Comments will be screened until Dec 25th. ( enmuse's interests and ships )
This is the place to do it. Comments will be screened until Dec 25th. ( enmuse's interests and ships )
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The only sound in the room is the panting coming from their bed, mojo'd by one of the angels - Sam isn't sure which - to a size large enough for the three of them. It's more comfortable than the one that came with the room he rented for the night and it's made even more comfortable by the angels he's currently caught between; Gabriel's breath ghosting over the nape of his neck and Castiel crowding his front. They're both lazily trailing their hands down his sides, over his stomach and back and up across his chest, slow easy touches while he catches his breath.
"That was…" Wonderful, he thinks.
Gabriel's chuckle rises from behind him before the archangel is leaning up on an elbow, amber eyes glittering down at him. "A pretty good first round," he says, voice a little huskier than normal and sending just the right kind of chills down Sam's spine ( ... )
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