The door had barely clicked shut when Damian's hand found Gabriel's waist, firm, a silent command laced with desire.
Gabriel didn't get a breath in before his back hit the wood, the world narrowing to Damian's body crowding in, his palm splayed low over Gabriel's spine, the other hand rising to cup the side of his neck.
The kiss that followed wasn't rushed. It was deliberate.
Gabriel's fingers curled into Damian's shirt instinctively. "We just had dessert," he murmured against Damian's lips, the words barely formed, breath hitching as teeth scraped lightly along the corner of his mouth.
Damian's voice was a rumble, low and amused. "I'm still hungry."
His mouth pressed back to Gabriel's, more insistent now, one knee nudging between Gabriel's thighs to part them gently. The heat between them surged, slow but consuming, like an ember coaxed into a blaze.
