Gabriel finally tilted his chin, giving way to the kiss that followed. The warmth of Damian's mouth met his with steady pressure, lips unbearably soft, careful in the way they moved against his own. The faint taste of wine lingered on Damian's tongue, deepening the flavor of him, rich and intoxicating, sliding into Gabriel's mouth when he parted his lips.
Damian kissed as though mapping every contour he already knew, drawing Gabriel into a rhythm that burned hotter with each passing second. The slow press of lips became a coaxing glide, the slick slide of tongues tangling with every stroke intended to leave Gabriel trembling.
Gabriel's fingers fisted in the front of Damian's coat, pulling him closer until their chests brushed, heat passing between them in waves. A faint sound escaped him, only to be swallowed into the kiss as Damian tilted his head, deepening it further, angling his mouth to take Gabriel apart with nothing more than patience.
