Anthony groans as Gabriel’s mouth grazes his skin. He seems desperate the cling to as much of Anthony as he can, and Anthony is smirking when he returns to the young man’s arms. “Does theater always make you like this?” he teases, though a roughness in his voice reveals that Gabriel is not the only one who is already awfully unsteady.

Pressing a brief, hard kiss to Gabriel’s lips, Anthony snaps open the cap on the lube. He slicks his fingers and slowly presses one into him.