Neither of them really have much idea of what they're doing, it seems, but Cassiel is more retiring and thus goes along with Gabriel's ideas in the end. As long as they're both feeling good, that's what truly matters.
They shiver at the way Gabriel's hands run over their body, their breathing ragged, a whine escaping their throat at the other angel's words. They're doing well, they're doing well, it's fine, it's good...
"Good," they manage to gasp. "That's what...that's what I want."
Being touched is a strange feeling after so long being numb to their own body. It's overwhelming, but they don't want it to stop - they'd swallow their discomfort if needed. It feels good to be touched. It feels good to be looked at, to be seen, as if what they wanted was important for anything. They could drown in it.
Still, Gabriel's demanding, pointed movements get a fond little laugh from him; he's more than happy to oblige, to move as he's commanded to. It doesn't take him quite as hard, but he feels Gabriel jolt underneath him, feels the sharp spark of answering pleasure and knows he should definitely do that again.
He frees one hand from Gabriel's hair, drawing it down his body, grasping at his hip in turn. Adjusts himself to see if he can recapture that position, something just right, and grinds against the other angel in such a way that those sharp, bright spikes of pleasure are far more consistent for both of them. It's almost too much - he'll fall off the edge, lose his balance, soon enough - but the sheer intensity of the sensation is enough to make it worth it.
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They shiver at the way Gabriel's hands run over their body, their breathing ragged, a whine escaping their throat at the other angel's words. They're doing well, they're doing well, it's fine, it's good...
"Good," they manage to gasp. "That's what...that's what I want."
Being touched is a strange feeling after so long being numb to their own body. It's overwhelming, but they don't want it to stop - they'd swallow their discomfort if needed. It feels good to be touched. It feels good to be looked at, to be seen, as if what they wanted was important for anything. They could drown in it.
Still, Gabriel's demanding, pointed movements get a fond little laugh from him; he's more than happy to oblige, to move as he's commanded to. It doesn't take him quite as hard, but he feels Gabriel jolt underneath him, feels the sharp spark of answering pleasure and knows he should definitely do that again.
He frees one hand from Gabriel's hair, drawing it down his body, grasping at his hip in turn. Adjusts himself to see if he can recapture that position, something just right, and grinds against the other angel in such a way that those sharp, bright spikes of pleasure are far more consistent for both of them. It's almost too much - he'll fall off the edge, lose his balance, soon enough - but the sheer intensity of the sensation is enough to make it worth it.