"Ah," he gasps, hips lifting slightly when Anthony eases a second finger in. "God, don't stop," he manages, voice tight. Anthony's close, leaning over him like a vision, and Gabriel can't manage to push up enough to kiss him again.

He tries to summon up some memory and the will to speak from there, but for a moment all he can do is feel.

"A man in hue, all hues i-in his controlling," he manages, breath catching as he rocks his hips more firmly to meet the slide of Anthony's fingers. "Which-- which steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth."