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[ Greg does, indeed, know what will happen if he drags Gabriel into the shower, even with a fairly innocent intent. There's nothing wrong with that, either, though Sherlock tends to get rather annoyed with being locked out of the bathroom. He'll just have to live with the fact that they'll need more time to deal with Gabriel's wings... and, inevitably, for other things as well.
Wet feathers are almost unbearably heavy, but the water is fairly essential when it comes to washing off all the dirt that tends to collect on them, and it helps keep them from getting too dried out. Greg has gotten a lot of practice at dealing with his own so far, so he's a little more confident about extending that care to Gabriel's, too. Gabriel has seen him more than once, after all, carefully preening through his feathers after a shower, drying and aligning them properly again, while looking for any loose ones that need to come out. Just smoothing them out regularly seems to do a lot toward keeping them in good shape.
Now he wonders a bit if there's something more to do with it, something to do with that mostly untapped and unrefined power of it. It's a thought. But the point is, if he can do it with his own, he can do it with Gabriel's, too, and that makes him... actually rather happy.
There is definitely a lot to Little Eden that doesn't make sense, and plenty of reasons for people to hate it, along with everyone who lives in it. Greg knew that before he'd even stepped foot in Little Hades. It will take some convincing, one of these days, to get Greg to truly accept the fact that him having wings and strange angelic powers isn't just some kind of joke, or at the very least a severe overestimation of who and what he is.
But that will be a conversation for another time. Later on they can talk about rugby, too, but now here is kissing, and Gabriel's hands roaming over his chest in a very distracting sort of way. He's not too fussed about all of Gabriel's clothes, not when he's leaning forward into Gabriel's touch and his mouth. The hand that's not preoccupied with helping to prop him up on the bed is sliding into Gabriel's hair, tangling tightly there and pulling him that much closer into the kiss.
It's inevitable that one day he'll lose this intense, sudden edge of want, and it will mellow out somewhat, he's sure. That's just how these things tend to work out. Eventually. He's starting to wonder how long that's going to be, though, considering that he feels just as eager for Gabriel's touch, and all those noises he makes, as he did the first time. ]
[ 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.]
[ Wing-grooming sessions have already become a thing for Greg, it's not at all difficult now to see fitting Gabriel into that intensely personal routine. It's something he started back when he was up in Heaven in the very beginning, following advice from his mentors up there, and it felt horribly awkward at first, but he's gotten used to it now. Being able to focus on Gabriel's wings, too, helps him forget about any lingering awkwardness he sometimes feels about his own.
It is a very intimate thing. If it hadn't been obvious enough in Gabriel's initial reluctance to let it happen - even though they've been rather intimate already - it definitely felt that way as he gently worked his way through those feathers so carefully. It was an exchange of trust that Greg was entirely willing to reciprocate, and it's obvious that it's lifted at least a little of that weight off of Gabriel's shoulders.
That seems fair, given that he's done so much to do the same for Greg. He really can't say how much it means to him that Gabriel has been here for him every day after they're both free from work. Any time he starts to feel worn down by all of it, Gabriel is there, ready with warm embraces and kisses and unwavering faith in his ability. In him, in general.
He hopes that at least some of that comes across in the warmth of that kiss, if not in the flowers left where Gabriel will find them after work, or in the fact that Greg keeps his kitchen stocked with a somewhat ridiculous amount of sugar nowadays.
Of course his mind is already turning toward far less... chaste, thoughts, clearly, especially when Gabriel's teeth catch onto his lip like that. His fingers are still twined tightly in Gabriel's hair as he tilts his head to trail kisses and light, teasing nips along the length of Gabriel's jaw, working steadily toward his neck. He doesn't stop to speak, he just murmurs quietly against Gabriel's skin. ]
[ Now they've started down this route, Gabriel can't imagine them stopping. Of course, he's going to have to return the favour at some point. Greg is meticulous about his wings, but Gabriel is certain he can pay just as much attention. He might not be able to with his own wings, but for Greg? For Greg he can be as patient and as careful as a saint. Probably even better than a saint, all things considered.
It is an intimate thing, and yes, Gabriel had felt more than a little concerned about opening this up to Greg. But for all the time they've spent together, clothed and unclothed, Greg has put a lot of trust in him from the very beginning. Not many people do, and Gabriel wouldn't ordinarily blame them for that. Being here when Greg comes home, that's... well, that a selfish thing. He likes Greg, he likes the respect and the affection. Oh sure, other people respect the idea of him, of an angelic thing that can answer prayers, but that isn't actually him. Being with Greg is... a little ego boost, every smile and every touch and every single kiss. The fact Greg doesn't see it as Gabriel being selfish is something of a character flaw.
But it doesn't mean Gabriel doesn't like him. Really, really like him. It just means he knows he's getting more out of it than Greg is.
Which is when Greg's mouth moves down the sensitive line of Gabriel's throat. It really is very sensitive, and it makes him whimper softly, reaching out to curl his fingers in Greg's wings to steady himself as he tips his head to give Greg more room. It's hard to believe that a human form has so many of those little spots that react so strongly. He's really going to have to explore more of Greg's one of these days. Hopefully soon.
And then the lips part against his neck and the words, although muffled, are clear enough. Gabriel opens his eyes, glancing over to where the little dog sits, thankfully still playing with her new toy and not watching them. He groans, but this time because he really doesn't want to move, and disentangles himself from Greg. ]
Come on, this is grown-up time.
[So saying, the little puppy is scooped up and gently deposited outside. She won't mind being shut out, not for a while, not when she has things to play with.
And then he's on his way back, pulling off his shirt.]
[ Greg knows that Gabriel's neck is a particularly sensitive spot, and one that he rather likes taking advantage of, and not just because of the inevitable reaction it gets. There are just certain places that he enjoys kissing and biting at - especially so over the line of Gabriel's jaw, down the side of his neck, and along his throat all the way to his collarbone. Of course as sensitive as those spots seem to be, Gabriel is also very vocal about things, in general. Greg doesn't have any complaints about that.
He'll let Gabriel disentangle himself, wings shuffling out of the way so that he can put the puppy out. She does, indeed, have plenty of toys at this point, and can keep herself entertained well enough for a while. She'd definitely not starved for attention, given that she generally spends most of the day with Gabriel, and sees quite a lot of Greg in the evenings.
While Gabriel does that, Greg is settling himself back closer toward the edge of the bed. He's watching intently as Gabriel turns and strips off his shirt, a somewhat pleased smile tugging at his lips as he leans forward slightly, his arms at his sides. There's an unspoken invitation there for Gabriel to settle in his lap, one way or another. The towel has been casually tossed aside at this point.
It's a very subtle thing, but he still feels a little bit shy about sitting here, completely naked like this. It's one thing to be at least partially covered by a sheet, or a towel, or actively tangled with Gabriel, and another to be naked and the center of attention with no distractions. It's not bad, he's just still getting used to it again. ]
[ Gabriel can't help it. Greg just seems to know exactly what bits of him to kiss, bite and caress, as if somehow there are signs painted over his skin that Greg can read and understand. But perhaps there are just certain areas where lips and hands are drawn to- Greg likes his shoulders touched, likes the tension carefully teased out of them, and while Greg is so quiet in comparison, he doesn't need to make a lot of noise for Gabriel to know he likes it.
The shirt is dropped on the floor unceremoniously, followed by the t-shirt that Gabriel habitually wears underneath (no one who knows the Winchesters ever wears just one layer, even in Hell). He wriggles out of the rest of his clothes, and then looks up to meet Greg's eyes watching him. If Greg feel like he's the centre of attention, he should try being Gabriel in that moment.
But Gabriel's confidence is a little more solid, and he grins wickedly as he looks Greg over. There is nothing at all Greg should be concerned about. He's gorgeous, even when it's obvious he feels a little shy. It's terribly endearing.
And it's why Gabriel clears the distance between them and does as he's invited, knees in the mattress either side of Greg's legs as he settles there, leaning in to kiss Greg gently.]
[ With Gabriel, Greg is finding out that a lot of their inclinations just match up rather well. A lot of the things he likes to do are things that Gabriel also very much likes to have done to him. Obviously there was comparability there from the start, but it's turning out to go a lot deeper than Greg would have dared to hope, honestly. It's especially surprising given how different their respective lives have been, but this just... works. Somehow.
He occasionally wonders about some of the subtler implications, especially of the angelic sort, but he has a lot on his mind these days without miring himself in such things. There's are so many more immediate concerns to focus on, and those subtle things are usually of a sort that fall into place on their own in time.
As Gabriel settles onto his lap Greg slides his arms around Gabriel's waist, pulling him in close, unhesitating and even eager for even that short distance between them to be completely closed. The kiss, too, he leans into quite willingly, something like amusement curving his lips slightly at the fact that he has to tilt his head back and stretch up to kiss Gabriel when they're positioned like this. ]
You do know that you're horribly biased when it comes to me, right?
[ It's all gentle teasing. He does think that Gabriel's opinion of him is far higher than he deserves, though it's difficult, if not impossible, to convince Gabriel of that. He's just a human, doing the best that he can, in Hell, of all places. Gabriel clearly doesn't just admire him for what he does, he thinks that Greg is something special, and he just doesn't see it, himself. ]
[The truth is Gabriel has been around so long and done so much and been to so many different places that it is very hard not to have some sort of shared expereince with almost every one. That is some of his charm. But things with Greg are different. They are different people with different ideas but somehow they click. MAYBE it's because Greg is always will if to think the best of people and Gabriel is always willing g to have the best thought of him but it's more than that too.
Gabriel doesn't often think about why people click. It's normally obvious to some degree. In this case though he isn't concerned with the why's and how's. He just cares that this feels right and good and they continue feeling that way.]
Am I? Is it a problem?
[Sorry Greg someone has to be biased in your favour. You certainly aren't and that's just not right. You're deserving of much more credit than you give yourself even if you aren't perfect. Who is? Apart from Gabriel obviously.
You aren't ever going to convince Gabriel otherwise on his point so you might as well relax into the lazy warm kisses you're going to get. They're slow and easily passionate, they couldn't be anything but with Gabriel pressed so tightly to Greg and in his lap. His fingers trace down Greg's back over his muscles, dancing over then rather than kneading or rubbing. He just likes to touch have sometimes, to map everything out beneath his hands.]
[ Greg doesn't consider himself worthless, or useless, not by a long shot. He just doesn't see himself the way they do up in Heaven. The way Gabriel does down here. ]
I suppose it's not.
[ Things are much different down here. He's used to being disliked, hated, and generally unwelcome - this was the kind of day where that was made abundantly clear - and in that sea of unpleasant reactions and, at best, grudging acceptance, Gabriel is a breath of fresh air. He might not be able to see himself like that, but that sort of faith means a lot to him.
He is, actually, going to relax into those slow, sensual kisses that he just can't seem to get enough of lately, his own fingers trailing down Gabriel's back until settling lightly on his hips, not quite gripping yet. The light touches along his own back are nice, despite the lingering soreness in some spots. There's a long trail of skin that's still a bit pink along his left side, where he first hit the ground after his tumble out of the window.
He'd much rather take bruises on his back as opposed to his wings, though. Gabriel's taken care of the damage done to those, so now there's really only a couple of missing, broken feathers there. ]
[Gabriel supposes that really, no one thinks of themselves in the same way that other people do. It's a normal thing, but it's still hard. Gabriel knows Greg might not ever see himself the way Gabriel does, but Greg sees something in Gabriel that Gabriel just can't. They're both as bad as each other. And really? When all is said and done, Gabriel appreciates Greg even if Greg can't completely understand why.]
Good. I like being biased when it comes to you.
[When Greg relaxes, Gabriel can feel it. After all, pressed this close and with arms wrapped around him, it's impossible not to know that some of that tension is ebbing away. He likes these kisses, the soft pleased noises he makes should make that clear, and maybe distract Greg a little more from those tender areas. Gabriel is trying not to let his hands stray down to where Greg still hurts, but focusing on his shoulders.
He could put his fingers back through Greg's wings of course, but he knows his own are still very sensitive, and while he knows where this is going to end up, he's not going to rush these kisses. Now when he's actually got to tip his head down to kiss Greg, which always gives him a strange sort of thrill.
Which is one reason he can't help but squirm a little bit in Greg's lap.]
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Date: 2016-08-07 06:24 am (UTC)Wet feathers are almost unbearably heavy, but the water is fairly essential when it comes to washing off all the dirt that tends to collect on them, and it helps keep them from getting too dried out. Greg has gotten a lot of practice at dealing with his own so far, so he's a little more confident about extending that care to Gabriel's, too. Gabriel has seen him more than once, after all, carefully preening through his feathers after a shower, drying and aligning them properly again, while looking for any loose ones that need to come out. Just smoothing them out regularly seems to do a lot toward keeping them in good shape.
Now he wonders a bit if there's something more to do with it, something to do with that mostly untapped and unrefined power of it. It's a thought. But the point is, if he can do it with his own, he can do it with Gabriel's, too, and that makes him... actually rather happy.
There is definitely a lot to Little Eden that doesn't make sense, and plenty of reasons for people to hate it, along with everyone who lives in it. Greg knew that before he'd even stepped foot in Little Hades. It will take some convincing, one of these days, to get Greg to truly accept the fact that him having wings and strange angelic powers isn't just some kind of joke, or at the very least a severe overestimation of who and what he is.
But that will be a conversation for another time. Later on they can talk about rugby, too, but now here is kissing, and Gabriel's hands roaming over his chest in a very distracting sort of way. He's not too fussed about all of Gabriel's clothes, not when he's leaning forward into Gabriel's touch and his mouth. The hand that's not preoccupied with helping to prop him up on the bed is sliding into Gabriel's hair, tangling tightly there and pulling him that much closer into the kiss.
It's inevitable that one day he'll lose this intense, sudden edge of want, and it will mellow out somewhat, he's sure. That's just how these things tend to work out. Eventually. He's starting to wonder how long that's going to be, though, considering that he feels just as eager for Gabriel's touch, and all those noises he makes, as he did the first time. ]
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Date: 2016-08-07 10:50 am (UTC)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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Date: 2016-08-09 05:58 am (UTC)It is a very intimate thing. If it hadn't been obvious enough in Gabriel's initial reluctance to let it happen - even though they've been rather intimate already - it definitely felt that way as he gently worked his way through those feathers so carefully. It was an exchange of trust that Greg was entirely willing to reciprocate, and it's obvious that it's lifted at least a little of that weight off of Gabriel's shoulders.
That seems fair, given that he's done so much to do the same for Greg. He really can't say how much it means to him that Gabriel has been here for him every day after they're both free from work. Any time he starts to feel worn down by all of it, Gabriel is there, ready with warm embraces and kisses and unwavering faith in his ability. In him, in general.
He hopes that at least some of that comes across in the warmth of that kiss, if not in the flowers left where Gabriel will find them after work, or in the fact that Greg keeps his kitchen stocked with a somewhat ridiculous amount of sugar nowadays.
Of course his mind is already turning toward far less... chaste, thoughts, clearly, especially when Gabriel's teeth catch onto his lip like that. His fingers are still twined tightly in Gabriel's hair as he tilts his head to trail kisses and light, teasing nips along the length of Gabriel's jaw, working steadily toward his neck. He doesn't stop to speak, he just murmurs quietly against Gabriel's skin. ]
You might want to do something with Princess...
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Date: 2016-08-09 12:54 pm (UTC)It is an intimate thing, and yes, Gabriel had felt more than a little concerned about opening this up to Greg. But for all the time they've spent together, clothed and unclothed, Greg has put a lot of trust in him from the very beginning. Not many people do, and Gabriel wouldn't ordinarily blame them for that. Being here when Greg comes home, that's... well, that a selfish thing. He likes Greg, he likes the respect and the affection. Oh sure, other people respect the idea of him, of an angelic thing that can answer prayers, but that isn't actually him. Being with Greg is... a little ego boost, every smile and every touch and every single kiss. The fact Greg doesn't see it as Gabriel being selfish is something of a character flaw.
But it doesn't mean Gabriel doesn't like him. Really, really like him. It just means he knows he's getting more out of it than Greg is.
Which is when Greg's mouth moves down the sensitive line of Gabriel's throat. It really is very sensitive, and it makes him whimper softly, reaching out to curl his fingers in Greg's wings to steady himself as he tips his head to give Greg more room. It's hard to believe that a human form has so many of those little spots that react so strongly. He's really going to have to explore more of Greg's one of these days. Hopefully soon.
And then the lips part against his neck and the words, although muffled, are clear enough. Gabriel opens his eyes, glancing over to where the little dog sits, thankfully still playing with her new toy and not watching them. He groans, but this time because he really doesn't want to move, and disentangles himself from Greg. ]
Come on, this is grown-up time.
[So saying, the little puppy is scooped up and gently deposited outside. She won't mind being shut out, not for a while, not when she has things to play with.
And then he's on his way back, pulling off his shirt.]
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Date: 2016-08-10 03:31 am (UTC)He'll let Gabriel disentangle himself, wings shuffling out of the way so that he can put the puppy out. She does, indeed, have plenty of toys at this point, and can keep herself entertained well enough for a while. She'd definitely not starved for attention, given that she generally spends most of the day with Gabriel, and sees quite a lot of Greg in the evenings.
While Gabriel does that, Greg is settling himself back closer toward the edge of the bed. He's watching intently as Gabriel turns and strips off his shirt, a somewhat pleased smile tugging at his lips as he leans forward slightly, his arms at his sides. There's an unspoken invitation there for Gabriel to settle in his lap, one way or another. The towel has been casually tossed aside at this point.
It's a very subtle thing, but he still feels a little bit shy about sitting here, completely naked like this. It's one thing to be at least partially covered by a sheet, or a towel, or actively tangled with Gabriel, and another to be naked and the center of attention with no distractions. It's not bad, he's just still getting used to it again. ]
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Date: 2016-08-10 09:28 pm (UTC)The shirt is dropped on the floor unceremoniously, followed by the t-shirt that Gabriel habitually wears underneath (no one who knows the Winchesters ever wears just one layer, even in Hell). He wriggles out of the rest of his clothes, and then looks up to meet Greg's eyes watching him. If Greg feel like he's the centre of attention, he should try being Gabriel in that moment.
But Gabriel's confidence is a little more solid, and he grins wickedly as he looks Greg over. There is nothing at all Greg should be concerned about. He's gorgeous, even when it's obvious he feels a little shy. It's terribly endearing.
And it's why Gabriel clears the distance between them and does as he's invited, knees in the mattress either side of Greg's legs as he settles there, leaning in to kiss Greg gently.]
I think you forget how handsome you are.
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Date: 2016-08-12 02:06 am (UTC)He occasionally wonders about some of the subtler implications, especially of the angelic sort, but he has a lot on his mind these days without miring himself in such things. There's are so many more immediate concerns to focus on, and those subtle things are usually of a sort that fall into place on their own in time.
As Gabriel settles onto his lap Greg slides his arms around Gabriel's waist, pulling him in close, unhesitating and even eager for even that short distance between them to be completely closed. The kiss, too, he leans into quite willingly, something like amusement curving his lips slightly at the fact that he has to tilt his head back and stretch up to kiss Gabriel when they're positioned like this. ]
You do know that you're horribly biased when it comes to me, right?
[ It's all gentle teasing. He does think that Gabriel's opinion of him is far higher than he deserves, though it's difficult, if not impossible, to convince Gabriel of that. He's just a human, doing the best that he can, in Hell, of all places. Gabriel clearly doesn't just admire him for what he does, he thinks that Greg is something special, and he just doesn't see it, himself. ]
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Date: 2016-08-12 11:31 am (UTC)Gabriel doesn't often think about why people click. It's normally obvious to some degree. In this case though he isn't concerned with the why's and how's. He just cares that this feels right and good and they continue feeling that way.]
Am I? Is it a problem?
[Sorry Greg someone has to be biased in your favour. You certainly aren't and that's just not right. You're deserving of much more credit than you give yourself even if you aren't perfect. Who is? Apart from Gabriel obviously.
You aren't ever going to convince Gabriel otherwise on his point so you might as well relax into the lazy warm kisses you're going to get. They're slow and easily passionate, they couldn't be anything but with Gabriel pressed so tightly to Greg and in his lap. His fingers trace down Greg's back over his muscles, dancing over then rather than kneading or rubbing. He just likes to touch have sometimes, to map everything out beneath his hands.]
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Date: 2016-08-14 01:12 am (UTC)I suppose it's not.
[ Things are much different down here. He's used to being disliked, hated, and generally unwelcome - this was the kind of day where that was made abundantly clear - and in that sea of unpleasant reactions and, at best, grudging acceptance, Gabriel is a breath of fresh air. He might not be able to see himself like that, but that sort of faith means a lot to him.
He is, actually, going to relax into those slow, sensual kisses that he just can't seem to get enough of lately, his own fingers trailing down Gabriel's back until settling lightly on his hips, not quite gripping yet. The light touches along his own back are nice, despite the lingering soreness in some spots. There's a long trail of skin that's still a bit pink along his left side, where he first hit the ground after his tumble out of the window.
He'd much rather take bruises on his back as opposed to his wings, though. Gabriel's taken care of the damage done to those, so now there's really only a couple of missing, broken feathers there. ]
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Date: 2016-08-14 10:29 am (UTC)Good. I like being biased when it comes to you.
[When Greg relaxes, Gabriel can feel it. After all, pressed this close and with arms wrapped around him, it's impossible not to know that some of that tension is ebbing away. He likes these kisses, the soft pleased noises he makes should make that clear, and maybe distract Greg a little more from those tender areas. Gabriel is trying not to let his hands stray down to where Greg still hurts, but focusing on his shoulders.
He could put his fingers back through Greg's wings of course, but he knows his own are still very sensitive, and while he knows where this is going to end up, he's not going to rush these kisses. Now when he's actually got to tip his head down to kiss Greg, which always gives him a strange sort of thrill.
Which is one reason he can't help but squirm a little bit in Greg's lap.]