Anthony makes his name sound holy and the resonance sends a tremble straight through him. The kiss is brief and perfect, and so is the feeling of Anthony just collapsing on him. He's never quite done that before, and it feels perfect.

Still shaking, Gabriel wraps his arms around Anthony's shoulders; one hand strokes through his hair, tangling gently. For a moment all he can do is breathe and sink into that sweet, spent feeling.

He turns his head, lips against Anthony's hair. Still breathless, he murmurs, "Though she pricked thee out for women’s pleasure, mine be thy love, and thy love’s use my treasure."