"You," Gabriel said, eyes dark, voice wrecked. "In me. Now."
Damian's breath caught, not in hesitation, but in something deeper. Something older. The sound of Gabriel like that, frayed, open, asking, was its own kind of seduction.
Heat shot through Damian's blood like fire through parched grass as it sliced through what little control he still possessed.
One hand reached down, unfastening his belt with a metallic click that echoed in the air like a promise being unbuckled. Gabriel's breath caught once more, this time from anticipation that had been building inside of him all evening rather than surprise.
The zipper followed, quiet and deliberate, then the soft rustle of fabric as Damian's pants slid low on his hips. He didn't take them off. He didn't need to. Just enough to free himself, flushed and aching, already slick at the tip.
