Anonymous asked: SPN, Sabriel, top!Sam, lying down in a bathtub.
Half the bathwater has to be on the bathroom floor by now, and the rest is sloshing with each pump of Sam’s hips and threatening to go the way of the rest of it. It’ll be a mess to clean up, but Sam couldn’t help himself; Gabriel was just lying there, looking so blissed out, and moaning as the hot water eased the aches and pains he wasn’t used to in this fully human body. Before he knew it, Sam was on top of him, kissing him and pressing him down into the floor of the tub; Gabriel had wound his arms around Sam and they’d kissed hotly, half-submerged, and then Gabriel had rocked his ass up and moaned in that singularly wanton way of his that always meant an invitation.
Sam drives into him faster, and with each slap of their bodies together more water is displaced, transmuted to spray or splashed out of the tub. But from the deep, low heat curling in their guts, and the sound of their moans echoing off the tiled wall, it’s completely worth the cleanup that will come after.
