"Could ask you the same," he quips, breathless at the sound of Anthony's voice. "Always so passionate about Shakespeare, Anthony?"

The kiss shuts him up properly and he's left laying there, dazed and smiling as Anthony eases a finger into him. Gabriel makes a quiet sound and tries to stay still, at least for a moment, like he isn't as desperate as he feels.

"M-maybe it's for the best I don't recite sonnets to you." God, he's impressed with himself for talking at all. "Anthony, please," he murmurs, softer and more urgent.