Gabriel had barely caught his breath.
His body was still twitching from the aftermath, skin flushed, chest rising fast under the cooling weight of Damian's body slumped on top of him—still inside, still thick, still hardening again.
"Fuck," Gabriel breathed, voice rough, throat sore from screaming, but his hips shifted, restless. His heat was still there—burning slow now, thick, sticky, needful. The bond crackled at the edge of it, not letting him fall into rest. Not yet.
Damian let out a low growl—head still buried in the crook of Gabriel's neck. His hands flexed on Gabriel's thighs, grip tightening again as the tremors in his body started to build.
He pulled back just enough to look at Gabriel.
Golden eyes, wild and raw.
"You started it," Damian said hoarsely.
Gabriel smirked, eyelids half-lowered, lashes wet, lips parted. "And you said—what was it? Two days?"
Damian didn't answer with words.
