Damian's chuckle echoed through Gabriel, low and dangerous, as if savoring the challenge. His grip tightened around Gabriel's waist, drawing him closer until there was no space between them, the heat of their bodies creating undeniable pressure.
"Expect the same?" Damian repeated, his voice a rich, almost possessive whisper in Gabriel's ear. "You may demand, but you won't need to share, Gabriel." His lips pressed against Gabriel's jaw, trailing a soft kiss down his neck, lingering where his skin was still burning from the previous touch. "I don't plan to have anyone but you."
Gabriel sighed, still affected by the heat of the moment, but one of them should stop this; Charles was right outside, and for the first time in ages, Gabriel thanked any gods out there that Damian was so good at controlling his pheromones.
"How come that you aren't releasing any pheromones?" He asked without thinking, shifting his body so that he could no longer feel the hardness under his buttocks.
