Their mouths met again, messy and desperate, teeth clashing, tongues tangled in a kiss that tasted like heat and hunger and months of restraint finally undone. Damian's hand gripped Gabriel's thigh tighter, holding him up, holding him open, the slap of wet skin and breathless moans echoing off the marble walls of the shower.
Gabriel's head tipped back again, helpless to the rhythm Damian set, deep, relentless, like he was trying to carve himself into every part of him, to make him feel it for days. He would. Gabriel already knew he would.
"Fuck—Damian—" His voice cracked, too wrecked to stay sharp. "Harder."
Damian obeyed without hesitation, thrusting deeper, the angle just right to make Gabriel cry out again, louder this time, head thudding softly back against the tile. Water streamed down his face, his throat, his chest, but none of it cooled him. He was burning from the inside out, taken apart and rebuilt in Damian's arms, every thrust shoving him closer to the edge.
