There; that gets Gabriel exactly where he wants him, making exactly the kinds of noises he wants him making. Less smug self assurance and more ragged panting, more little moans. Just perfect. Gabriel had his mouth for a moment, and then Lucifer drew free, nursing the head with his lower lip for a moment, lashing him with his both his tongue and an acerbic reply.

"Don't pretend that you could ever get used to this, brother."

Besides, Lucifer had enough imagination to occupy the both of them for centuries if he chose to. For now, he sucked and teased at the very tip, his eyes on the long stretch of Gabriel above him. His right hand slid against the outside of his thigh, thumbnail cutting a gouge in angelic skin, which healed immediately after. "Beg for my mouth, Gabriel. Tell me how much you want it."