There. That was the connection that he'd been waiting for; that magnificent tangle of grace, as Gabriel folds into him, and he reciprocates, his method demanding - insistent - as ever. He kisses until Gabriel responds with more noises, but really his secret weapon is his grace, clashing against Gabriel's light, embracing it, becoming a part of it.

He broke the kiss, panting against his brother's lips. "Are you disappointed that I stopped? How much do you want my hands on you?"