Gabriel holds Neil's face as he kisses all over it, delicately licking and kissing away some of the mess. He tries to use his thumbs to wipe away more, making sure that there was nothing left near Neil's eyes, at least.

Eventually he reaches between them, palming Neil through his pants before he fumbles to get them open. He can't let himself think now; if he does, he'll run.

He doesn't want to run.