This is definitely better than fighting. Gabriel's responses are all the reassurance he needs, such that it actually startles a laugh out of him as his brother twists up to meet him. The kiss is hungry enough to sustain itself throughout the pulling of buttons, past the tugging of the shirt from his shoulders, soft pads of fingers exploring bare skin.

So many smartass things he could say in that moment, if he didn't have a mouthful of Gabriel's tongue, Gabriel's noises. He shifted his own body, locking himself across Gabriel's thigh, where no part of that stimulating movement could be lost, returning the favor just as eagerly.