Anthony presses his forehead to Gabriel’s and briefly closes his eyes, surprised to find that he is already a little breathless. The feel of hands on his skin makes him sigh, and he surges into another kiss as his own hands find their way under Gabriel’s shirt again, half rucking it up in the process.

“Bed?” he murmurs when they again come up for air. He finds himself a little dizzy, a little surprised at his relief that he is here.