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[ Greg has no complaints about this. He did properly start this, and it's pleasantly easy to press up into that kiss as he shifts slowly again underneath Gabriel's hands. He'll tilt his head and sigh softly as Gabriel trails those kisses along his jaw, but directly after he's brushing his lips teasingly across the side of Gabriel's neck. He knows how much Gabriel likes to be pinned down on the bed and to have bites and kisses scattered over his throat and shoulders. It's quite enjoyable for both of them.
He makes a noise not unlike a groan when Gabriel rocks against him, as slight as it is, and his grip on Gabriel's hips tightens in response to pull him more insistently into that rhythm. As much as he does like to have Gabriel underneath him, watching him writhe, arch and rock himself against his cock like this is also very nice to see. Especially when he really starts to wind himself up until they both want more too much to resist any longer.
Greg's wings stretch toward him, sliding with a soft, smooth brush across his shoulders and curling around his back, not pulling him in as much as just touching. It's become a familiar, intimate gesture between them. ]
[ Normally it's Gabriel who starts all this, who teases them both until they have to give in. Gabriel is far more likely to give into all those whims, all those desires, Greg has far more control of himself. So the very fact that Greg started this makes Gabriel all the more inclined to drag this out, to make sure Greg gets exactly what he wants. Which will no doubt involve Gabriel writhing and squirming, because he's already half way there.
He rocks himself against Greg again, shivering as the soft edge of feathers ghosts over his shoulders. Between that and the caress of Greg's lips, he's already beginning to loose the ability to focus. All he wants is to make Greg feel good, to feel those wings against him and the hard length of Greg's cock against his thigh. Now that is something he'd really like to feel more of, but for the moment the slow build of friction is almost, almost good enough.
It's even better when he reaches down between them and curls his fingers into a loose fist around Greg, stroking lazily.]
This isn't an approved massage technique, but I think it might make you feel better.
[ Greg's wings continue to shift around Gabriel's back until those outer feathers overlap, feathers rustling just enough to continue stroking over Gabriel's skin. The sensation of soft feather sliding smoothly over warm skin feels as good as anywhere else they're pressed together, if not even better. This is exactly the sort of thing that he wanted after the day he's had, and he's not feeling rushed, but he does want more.
There's almost something needy in the soft groan that escapes his lips when Gabriel strokes over his cock, and he's already slowly rocking his hips eagerly into that touch. There's a subtle shift in those those first few strokes where Greg's movements start to lean more toward demanding rather than languid, his hands sliding over Gabriel's thighs again before latching back onto his hips. ]
I think so, too.
[ At this point he would generally be pinning Gabriel down on the bed, but something about having that warm weight pressing against his hips and thighs, and back against his wings, just feels reassuring in how solid it is. It's keeping his mind here in the present, rather than giving his thoughts any chance to wander. ]
[ Gabriel makes a pleased noise as the feathers caress over his back, over every inch of his own tensed muscles. They aren't tensed by stress, not like Greg's, but by anticipation of all this pleasure, of this closeness, and the gentle velvet touch does nothing but increase that.
The way Greg's hips buck and rock upwards into his hand make him grin, and while he would normal tease poor Greg a little longer with slow, careful strokes, he's also far too keen to increase the pace.
He shifts, just slightly, not far from the glorious press of wings against his back, but close enough so that his own hard cock throbs against his hand. Gabriel releases his grip, just for a moment, before his fist curls around both of them, stroking again. It's enough to make he hisses out a breath, a pleased noise as the strokes grow in confidence.
He would have leaned down, to catch Greg's mouth in a kiss, but he doesn't want to pull away from the gorgeous wings against him, and he has a slight suspicion Greg might like to see this. So he lets his fingers stroke faster over them, his cock throbbing against Greg's as his thumb travels over the wet head of his cock and then over's Greg's. He can't help the groan, or the way he arches back against the soft feathers. It feels fantastic, no one can blame him for wanting more.
He'd really like to make some sort of response to Greg's words, something funny, but as soon as his lips part all he manages is an eager little moan and the rock of his hips, thrusting into his hand. ]
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He makes a noise not unlike a groan when Gabriel rocks against him, as slight as it is, and his grip on Gabriel's hips tightens in response to pull him more insistently into that rhythm. As much as he does like to have Gabriel underneath him, watching him writhe, arch and rock himself against his cock like this is also very nice to see. Especially when he really starts to wind himself up until they both want more too much to resist any longer.
Greg's wings stretch toward him, sliding with a soft, smooth brush across his shoulders and curling around his back, not pulling him in as much as just touching. It's become a familiar, intimate gesture between them. ]
That sounds good to me.
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He rocks himself against Greg again, shivering as the soft edge of feathers ghosts over his shoulders. Between that and the caress of Greg's lips, he's already beginning to loose the ability to focus. All he wants is to make Greg feel good, to feel those wings against him and the hard length of Greg's cock against his thigh. Now that is something he'd really like to feel more of, but for the moment the slow build of friction is almost, almost good enough.
It's even better when he reaches down between them and curls his fingers into a loose fist around Greg, stroking lazily.]
This isn't an approved massage technique, but I think it might make you feel better.
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There's almost something needy in the soft groan that escapes his lips when Gabriel strokes over his cock, and he's already slowly rocking his hips eagerly into that touch. There's a subtle shift in those those first few strokes where Greg's movements start to lean more toward demanding rather than languid, his hands sliding over Gabriel's thighs again before latching back onto his hips. ]
I think so, too.
[ At this point he would generally be pinning Gabriel down on the bed, but something about having that warm weight pressing against his hips and thighs, and back against his wings, just feels reassuring in how solid it is. It's keeping his mind here in the present, rather than giving his thoughts any chance to wander. ]
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The way Greg's hips buck and rock upwards into his hand make him grin, and while he would normal tease poor Greg a little longer with slow, careful strokes, he's also far too keen to increase the pace.
He shifts, just slightly, not far from the glorious press of wings against his back, but close enough so that his own hard cock throbs against his hand. Gabriel releases his grip, just for a moment, before his fist curls around both of them, stroking again. It's enough to make he hisses out a breath, a pleased noise as the strokes grow in confidence.
He would have leaned down, to catch Greg's mouth in a kiss, but he doesn't want to pull away from the gorgeous wings against him, and he has a slight suspicion Greg might like to see this. So he lets his fingers stroke faster over them, his cock throbbing against Greg's as his thumb travels over the wet head of his cock and then over's Greg's. He can't help the groan, or the way he arches back against the soft feathers. It feels fantastic, no one can blame him for wanting more.
He'd really like to make some sort of response to Greg's words, something funny, but as soon as his lips part all he manages is an eager little moan and the rock of his hips, thrusting into his hand. ]