[Just that look from Gabriel, the touch of the hand at his throat, has William just about reeling from the rush of intense devotion towards the archangel he's feeling. Gabriel would never lead him astray from his intended path, and that was all that mattered in the end regardless of what shit went down.
Breath hitches in his throat as Gabriel closes the distance, the principate just about melting at the feel of Gabriel's lips softly pressing against his, knowing there is nothing in the world he can even compare to this. So when Gabriel presses forwards, William merely smooths his hands up to rest on the archangel's chest, more than happy to return the kiss just as demanding, lips already parting in invitation.]
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Breath hitches in his throat as Gabriel closes the distance, the principate just about melting at the feel of Gabriel's lips softly pressing against his, knowing there is nothing in the world he can even compare to this. So when Gabriel presses forwards, William merely smooths his hands up to rest on the archangel's chest, more than happy to return the kiss just as demanding, lips already parting in invitation.]