[ Having Sherlock banging and hammering on the door is probably in the top three mood killers of all time. Luckily, Gabriel has more than enough ideas to ensure they remain undisturbed. Firstly, just waiting for the opportune moment when Sherlock isn't in the house, or just tying him up and gagging him somewhere, or fucking to a very loud power ballad so they don't have to hear him. Of course, Gabriel could also just... mess with reality and give the house an extra bathroom. Obviously, that would make it a little bit more like a TARDIS, and it would probably be contrary to most of Little Eden's building regulations, but who cares? Gabriel will go to strange lengths in order to ensure his private time with Greg is not interrupted.
Gabriel has always enjoyed watching Greg groom his wings. He loves anything to do with them, which is why he'll lay there on the bed and watch, completely absorbed. But his own wings are different. He's tried to keep them tidy- when he was alive he did it (ha ha) religiously, but since dying, it had become a chore he felt no drive to do. With Greg around, he's certainly going to get the encouragement to do it more, or at least, he's got someone to do it for him. Which is even more enjoyable.
Of course, they're still acting like teenagers, and if Greg is going to make these wing-grooming sessions more regular, they'll have to try and fit that into all the other sex they're having. It's not an appalling prospect. It's a very intimate thing, almost more so than sex, and Gabriel feels like somehow now he's closer to Greg than he was before, that some secret between them was shared, maybe. Maybe it's because Gabriel trusted him, and Greg didn't betray that trust. Maybe it's something simpler than that, the fact that his wings feel so much better, so much lighter, and now he has no excuse to hide them. Which means he can brush them up against Greg's wings whenever he wants, like now. Who can blame him, when it feels so good he just has to feel Greg's soft feathers against his? Even the static that jumps between them feels gentler.
He makes another happy sound when Greg's fingers curl into his hair, the kiss deepening a little more before someone is seriously going to need to stop for air. Breaking apart just means Gabriel can catch Greg's lower lip gently with his teeth.]
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Gabriel has always enjoyed watching Greg groom his wings. He loves anything to do with them, which is why he'll lay there on the bed and watch, completely absorbed. But his own wings are different. He's tried to keep them tidy- when he was alive he did it (ha ha) religiously, but since dying, it had become a chore he felt no drive to do. With Greg around, he's certainly going to get the encouragement to do it more, or at least, he's got someone to do it for him. Which is even more enjoyable.
Of course, they're still acting like teenagers, and if Greg is going to make these wing-grooming sessions more regular, they'll have to try and fit that into all the other sex they're having. It's not an appalling prospect. It's a very intimate thing, almost more so than sex, and Gabriel feels like somehow now he's closer to Greg than he was before, that some secret between them was shared, maybe. Maybe it's because Gabriel trusted him, and Greg didn't betray that trust. Maybe it's something simpler than that, the fact that his wings feel so much better, so much lighter, and now he has no excuse to hide them. Which means he can brush them up against Greg's wings whenever he wants, like now. Who can blame him, when it feels so good he just has to feel Greg's soft feathers against his? Even the static that jumps between them feels gentler.
He makes another happy sound when Greg's fingers curl into his hair, the kiss deepening a little more before someone is seriously going to need to stop for air. Breaking apart just means Gabriel can catch Greg's lower lip gently with his teeth.]