Gabriel gasps and his hands tighten their grip on Lucifer's shirt, tearing it, as he rocks his hips up again to get more friction. "Yeah."

That question was all the permission he needed to take them to the bedroom he's actually using, dropping them on a bed that was basically a large half-circle that's lower set than the last bed. He lets himself fall back to be laying on the bed, dragging his brother with him by the now torn shirt and eagerly presses a kiss on him, rocking up against him.