Gabriel was still trembling, the aftershocks of release running down his spine, when Damian caught his jaw and dragged his mouth back up into another kiss. It was messy this time, Gabriel pliant and dazed, Damian greedy, his tongue claiming every sound Gabriel tried to swallow.
"Not done," Damian whispered against his lips, and Gabriel had just enough strength to laugh, low, wrecked, before his laugh turned into a gasp as Damian tugged his trousers the rest of the way off, discarding them carelessly to the floor.
The air felt too sharp against oversensitive skin, but Damian's weight pressed over him again, pinning, burning. Gabriel spread his legs without hesitation, the white gold of his bracelet glinting as his fingers reached, pushing Damian's towel aside and finding him hard, heavy, already leaking against his thigh. His smile was wicked, even through the haze. "So impatient for someone who preaches control."
