Good he thought. They could do without it for a while. It was good to knock his brother back a little, surprise him, and Gabriel was clearly enjoying the exercise; even as they broke physics, fell through dimensions and back again, without ever losing their place. His clothes were lost between planes of matter, and he poured himself into the kiss, physically lashing his tongue against Gabriel's, yes, but reaching inside him to twist possessively around his spirit too.

His hands were still soft - impossibly soft, considering the other efforts he was going to - as though the last thing he ever intended was to leave a single bruise on his brother's body. None the less he curled them eagerly about Gabriel's ass, tugging him closer, pulling him up to meet the thrust of his hips.