The bite makes him moan, makes his fingers tighten in Anthony's hair. He remembers the first little bruise Anthony left him, almost in that same spot: a sudden, urgent response to a delicious climax. The memory makes him blush but soon enough he's caught up in another kiss, dizzy for it.

He makes some overtures at undressing them further: his hands push between them, manage to at least work Anthony's trousers open and loose, even if he can't push them very far. Gabriel bites the man's lip with another sweet moan as their hips meet.

He tips his head back just to breathe, a giddy, delirious little smile on his face as his fingers drag up Anthony's sides.