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Something had to distract him. Thoughts of home, how much time he had left, how much damage had been done, what he had done- Gabriel was no coward, but this was all too much for him to bear. He didn't want to, surely he could put it aside for now, just for a little while. The fact that he could even come to that decision on his own prompted a bit of a thrill, he couldn't deny...

Was it cheating to join the wrestling match, being as he was? Well he certainly didn't think so. Someone here had to be good enough to make him struggle, right? ... Well, probably not, as far as he was concerned, but the effort would be commendable at least. And he's a terribly sore winner too, as multiple opponents would soon find. The angel certainly seemed proud of himself, over proud really, rolling his shoulders before hefting the mallet he'd been offered up again, wings and halo blazing as the next opponent would be shot a smug smile.

"Come. I'll be happy to put you in your place." In stark contrast to the wild look in the angel's eyes, that voice was alarmingly soothing.

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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.

Cassiel does not believe in anything, not fate, not the idea that certain people were made for one another - the Father did not carve them for such fickle and frail bonds. Angels were made to serve. It makes the way they move against Gabriel even sweeter, in a strange way; they know it's their choice to do this, to serve another angel the way they should have shown devotion to their duty.

If this is a sin, it's one I chose for myself. It feels so good that maybe they are doing something wrong, but they're past caring. Heaven doesn't have to look.

Gabriel presses his face against their neck and elicits a low, soft moan from them; it's overstimulating, near-unbearable, wonderful to be laid bare this way, to be wanted so clearly. It's terrible in its simplicity. Their hand tightens in his hair, tugging sharply before they remember themselves and loosen their fingers.

The other angel is overwhelming as always. It's something that engenders a deep affection in him, made even more pronounced by how closely they're tangled up in one another; that outpouring of strong emotion and strong sensation is almost effortless, something that yet again the other angel pulls out of him as if there was no weight to it at all.

Crossing that breaking point, where pleasure and passion ignite into white-hot brilliance, is ultimately easy for all the work it took to get this far. Gabriel drags him off that precipice with his usual suddenness, his desperate movement, and then they're falling, crashing, together.

The metaphor thoroughly breaks down at this point, as does Cassiel's ability to describe even to himself the kind of pleasure he's feeling, but given the kind of loud noises he's making he's enjoying himself very much in climax while it lasts. At some point he does kiss Gabriel quite thoroughly, he remembers that much. It's...very nice.

Fingers in his hair, pulling, tugging, the sudden sharp burn only serving to add a delicious edge to this soft cloud Gabriel found himself in. It elevated the pleasure in a way that seemed so contrary, and though they loosened their grip soon after he still gasped to feel it, jerking his hips upwards into the hot body atop him. It had no right to feel so good! He stopped just short of digging his nails into Cassiel's body, though the blunted tips of them still dragged upwards along them, from the base of their spine right to the nape of their neck.

"Please...!" He was so close! With shaking hands he clutched Cassiel to him, his embrace powerful and needy, slurring praise and pleas alike into their ear as the pressure and pace built higher and higher.

The sudden release was nothing short of bliss, pure and boundless catharsis. Clinging to Cassiel, his hips worked heedless of his own command, riding that peak all the way down with their name on his lips like a prayer. He'd barely realize how his eyes stung, tears gathering in them, dampening white and gold feathers and running down his face in such intense, overwhelming relief.

Cassiel gasps at Gabriel's nails on their spine, burying their face in the other angel's neck as they hold onto him. They let themselves sink into those sensations, the way both their bodies meet and the way it feels, the way Gabriel clutches onto them.

It's intoxicating, really, to see Gabriel like this, a facet he's never seen before. It's something fascinating, something new, something brilliant and beautiful. He'll savor it while it lasts.

The crying, too, is new, though it isn't as pleasurable. They're not sure if it's release or upset or something else; it's not something they can quite understand the impulse to do. Gabriel is passionate, and they are not. While that distance isn't as insurmountable as they once believed it was (and how easy it is, for that perception to change so quickly), they're certainly not the same.

Unsure of what else to do, they simply run their fingers through his hair again, somewhat dazed from their experience. Their breathing is ragged as they fight to catch their breath, still recovering from that blazing, blissful height.

It was an embrace that was as hungry for them as it was protective. An apology, a promise, a plea all in one. For one glorious moment nothing mattered, they were simply one, and he felt so whole. Bathed in such intense love that he'd never once even come close to, not even the affection of The Father could compare to it.

Gabriel fought to catch his breath for a moment, forcing himself to breathe slowly inwards and out once more as he cradled Cassiel to him. Their touch was soothing, and though the tears he shed were far from misery, he still sought their hand out all the same, leaning his head into their hand as he calmed himself.

It was tragic, how as the glow faded, and his senses returned to him, that he remembered things. Like where they were, for instance, tangled post coitus in the middle of a wrestling ring with an audience. Among so, so many other things, all suddenly starting to fire off in his head at the same time. What had happened. What had he done? It wasn't as if he didn't remember, he knew, he made a choice-

"O-oh..." Oh he didn't want to pull away, but the feeling of Cassiel against him, the bliss he'd felt- Had he dragged them with him? Oh- He shifted, regretting. Regretting pulling them into this, regretting pushing them away. Having not refused, having asked this of them, having made demands that-

"I... I'm sorry I need- I need some time to think." About what, well... He wasn't sure yet. There was a lot. This had been a lot. The telltale glow of an oncoming teleportation was already gathering around him, unable to even bring himself to meet their gaze. What did he do to them?

And just like that, he was gone. Nothing but motes of light where the archangel had once been.

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It's peaceful, for at least a moment. They hold onto that, even as Gabriel shakes himself into awareness, into...

They simply let out a breath they weren't quite aware they were holding when he moves, dropping their hand to make it easier for him. As for themselves, as the glow fades they realize how much effort they'd put into all of this, and that pleasant feeling betrays a deep exhaustion as it fades.

They blink erratically as they get up, picking up discarded clothes (they do have to stifle an exhausted laugh at the fact Gabriel didn't even take his clothes with him; they'll have to return them later). Unlike Gabriel, they're not so concerned for themselves, but they are very much concerned with his feelings....they're too tired to follow up on it now, however.

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