Then you're doing it perfectly. It was what he would have said, if he'd half the brain enough to do it. As it stood presently though, Cassiel's reassurance came in the form of shaking, heated breaths and increasingly noisy sounds of pleasure. As always, as ever, Gabriel wasn't the kind of person to hold anything back. Why would this be any different?

As if he were trying to make up for so much lost time, Gabriel couldn't get enough of Cassiel. Indeed, he seemed intent on instilling the notion that the other was wanted, was important, because why wouldn't they be? He didn't need a better reason than that, as far as he was concerned. He buried his head in the crook of their neck for a moment as if hungry for them, breathing deep of their scent, savoring the feeling of soft skin against him. This kind of intimacy was beyond that which he'd ever experienced, and now that he got to, he couldn't keep himself from indulging to it's fullest extent. As if he might never feel it ever again. Perhaps he wouldn't, how was he to know?

Their laughter, the sound of their voice, the feeling of them against him, their hands on his body, all intoxicating, addictive. Was this why mortals sinned so? If he'd the mind for it he'd have thought regrettably of Minos once more. How could this be a sin?

"Y-yes ther-there there-" He would adjust in turn, needing to show Cassiel the same grace that they'd shown him. There, like that, and Gabriel with no intention of even attempting to drag this out. If Cassiel stood upon the edge of a cliff then Gabriel was rushing to knock them both off the side into the crashing ocean beneath. He needed this, he wanted this, and he had to make sure he took Cassiel along with him.