"Do not think I forgot what you did to me last night."
Damian's smile curved with slow, deliberate satisfaction, more of a promise than a reaction. His thumb brushed just below Gabriel's lip, chasing the memory he'd left behind.
"I would be worried," Damian murmured, voice low and velvet-soft, "if I thought you'd stopped wanting me to."
Gabriel exhaled, sharp and quiet. "You tested the limits of every piece of furniture I liked."
"You didn't stop me," Damian replied, eyes gold and unreadable.
Gabriel's fingers tightened slightly in the folds of the imperial cloak still draped over his shoulders. "Next time, we're doing it somewhere away from Edward. I can take another round of his bantering."
Damian chuckled, low and warm, against Gabriel's ear. "He cares about you."
