Gabriel heard that catch in their breath, immediately responding by rolling his hips upwards against them once more. He had to hear that again, he needed to. If their laughter had been like a warm light, that sound was akin to a raging inferno. Gabriel found himself entranced by it, desperate to see how much more he could get from Cassiel.

Not once had he ever been so close to someone before, and that desire to press a kiss to the other angel's lips surged to the forefront of his mind. Gabriel could feel their breath across his face, almost taste them he was sure, if he tried. How strange, how beautiful, to experience that new note to their normally cool tone. Perhaps it was just his own ever present pride, but Gabriel imagined he might be the very first to be treated to that side of them. He'd like to, anyway...

"I would never withhold praise where it's due." The confidence was still there of course, though it certainly clashed with the stuttering, surprised moan that slipped free of him as Cassiel rocked against him. The archangel squirmed beneath them, trying to pull his legs free, not to kick the other away but to wrap them about the other. He needed it. He needed it!

"Th-that! That that- Do that." Very eloquent, but if Cassiel had been hoping to make Gabriel happy, it seemed they'd found precisely how to do so.