Anthony pulls back slightly—not away from the heady press of their bodies, but propped up on his hands so that he can take in the way that Gabriel is laid out. The boy’s neck is arched slightly, his skin flushed, trousers half down his his hips, and dear God, it is such a beautiful sight that Anthony forgets to breathe for a moment.

Belatedly, he manages a shaky exhale, and then he sets to finishing the work of undressing them. He stays close as he drags down Gabriel’s trousers and pants, but gets up again to discard his own. A moment later, their bodies are flush together again, and Anthony is kissing Gabriel with renewed hunger.