[The moment Gabe's fingers find the spot of flesh where his wings are sheathed he groans breathily against his throat, body shuddering with the pleasure. It all seems to funnel down his spine into his hips as he thrusts hard against the body pinned under his own and against the wall. He grinds slow and rough against the other to generate friction and make the other squirm, wanting nothing more than to pull more inhuman noises from the Archangel. Those lips and tongue work strongly in tandem to raise a hickey over his pulse, even if it will only be temporary.
As those hands dip in under his clothes he shifts, shrugging easily out of his long jacket. He pushes his chest into those eager digits, all while busily lavishing Gabriel's throat. He draws back to unzip or pull off his layers, leaving him in only his leather pants. Those hands then turn to his alternate twin and begin tugging, unbuttoning or eagerly pulling clothes off the other to get to more skin.]
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As those hands dip in under his clothes he shifts, shrugging easily out of his long jacket. He pushes his chest into those eager digits, all while busily lavishing Gabriel's throat. He draws back to unzip or pull off his layers, leaving him in only his leather pants. Those hands then turn to his alternate twin and begin tugging, unbuttoning or eagerly pulling clothes off the other to get to more skin.]