Gabriel cries out at the injury, the brief pain before it fixed itself tangling with the pleasure coursing through his system and enhancing it in the process.

"Please, brother," he moans, hips rocking up again as shudders run down his back while the constructs keep the hands not restraining him running over him and not letting him have a moment to settle down enough to think clearly. "I want your mouth on me. I need it."

His head lolls back as he swallows down another moan, aware that he hasn't closed himself off from his brother yet; making him continue to be an open book. "Please!"