Each movement elicited soft noises of pleasure and approval between the kisses, mumbled words of gentle praise and encouragement slipped in clumsily, but with pure earnestness. Did he have any idea what he was doing? Fuck no! But that wasn't going to stop him from going with whatever felt right.

It was of the utmost importance that Cassiel knew what they were doing right, that they were doing right, and he pulled his hand free from the pin with what was perhaps at this point not-so-surprising ease. With Cassiel's hands in his hair he took the liberty of exploring the other angel's body, gripping them, holding them, tracing over the lines of muscle and sinew with motions that bordered on reverence. "Good... so good, you're so good..." Gabriel couldn't be eloquent right now, not with the jumble of feelings and sensations piling up between his ears. But he couldn't tolerate the idea of not saying anything. They had to know.

His hands slipped to their waist, pulling them in tightly as he ground upwards against them with a fervent, demanding air. In this he found something that shot through his spine like a bolt of lightning, and he broke the kiss to gasp into Cassiel's ear. "Fuck-"

That had been perfect, he wanted more of that.