Damian didn't reply with words. Instead, he leaned down, his breath hot against Gabriel's skin, pressing a kiss just below his navel and gliding his fingers over his exposed hipbone. "Tell me," he murmured, his voice low and rough, "what you want."
Gabriel's chest heaved, his voice trembling but unyielding. "You. Now."
Damian's lips curved into a dark smile, and for a moment, he paused, savoring the way Gabriel's body reacted to his words, how it trembled, how it ached. "As you wish."
"I'm going to make you feel everything," Damian whispered against his lips and then aligned their bodies, his cock hot and hard, sliding against the slick entrance between Gabriel's thighs. He didn't enter yet, just teased and coaxed, his breath heavy as he watched Gabriel's reaction.
Gabriel moaned, his thighs parting further, his hips rolling instinctively toward him. "I already feel everything," he said, his voice thin and raw. "I feel you."
